Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 179: Colorless and Clear Liquid

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I kept the dagger in my hand and my other hand on Elizabeth. “We’re going to have a real fight,” I told her. “Be ready.”

Elizabeth nodded beside me.

Her performance just now stunned me. I believed that Elizabeth had greater potential. Perhaps we just hadn’t given Elizabeth such an opportunity in our lives before. In the future, perhaps she could become an outstanding warrior.

I used the key to open the door that was closed to us. I moved carefully, trying to avoid making any noise.

I looked at the stairs straight ahead. There was no one guarding that side. When I went out just now, I had already confirmed that there was a small hall up there, and then the bathroom on my right. There were no werewolves guarding the entire small hall, and outside the small hall was the exit door. There would definitely be someone there.

If we didn’t want to alert anyone outside, the best way was to go up the stairs. Everyone would think that if we fled, we would be heading for the front door of the house. They would overlook the windows on the second floor.

I opened the door wider so that Elizabeth and I could both get out through it.

I felt the pounding of my heart in my chest. The thumping made me suspect that Elizabeth could hear it beside me. I had never been so nervous. If I failed, it would not only be me who would suffer. I would implicate Elizabeth. She trusted me wholeheartedly at this moment, and with everything she had.

I avoided thinking about the possibility that I would fail.

As long as it wasn’t Angel, as long as I wasn’t drugged again, I believed that I could fight her.

Elizabeth and I walked up the stairs together to the small hall where I had just been.

The werewolves must all be outside. I could see the view out the window from here, although it was mostly dark. I guessed it was midnight. A lot of the people in charge of patrolling were probably sleeping too. This was a good time to run.

I gestured for Elizabeth to follow me. We slowly went up the wooden stairs. There was no carpet, so it was easy to make squeaking sounds.

We had to listen for sounds around us at every step to make sure no werewolf was alarmed by us.

By the time we reached the upper floor, I was genuinely relieved. We were indeed in luck. Up here was a small attic with some old furniture piled inside. No one was guarding it. And there was a window big enough for either me or Elizabeth to go through.

When I tried to open the window, I was slightly hampered.

There was an old-fashioned lock on the window. It looked like it had been there for a long time. Although we found a key right next to the window, the lock was rusty.

I tried to aim the key at its lock core, but it wouldn’t fit.

If we just wanted to open it forcefully, it wouldn’t be a difficult task. We could just find a heavy object to smash it. However, that would definitely make a lot of noise. We had no way of knowing how many people were here. If we alarmed a lot of people, it would undoubtedly increase the difficulty of Elizabeth and me leaving.

I stood still, thinking. We didn’t have a lot of time. The other side could realize at any moment that Dick had disappeared.

Rust…?I remembered the relevant knowledge from my high school chemistry class. It took acid to remove rust.

“Acid… But how can there be acid here?” I realized I had given myself a difficult problem.

“Will the vials you found on the man be useful?” Elizabeth suggested.

How could I have forgotten about that?

I took out the small bottles from my clothes and examined them carefully. One of them was black. I recognized this as the kind of liquid that had been fed to us. Since it could be consumed, it definitely didn’t have the strong acidity to react with rust.

I looked at the others. One of them was pink. A few bottles were transparent.

Some of the strong acids I remembered using in my experimental classes were colorless and clear.

With a last-ditch effort, I opened a small bottle at random. After making Elizabeth take a few steps back, I poured half the bottle of liquid onto the rusty lock.

Elizabeth and I waited in silence for a few seconds.

The liquid didn’t react like water after it was poured on. Just as I was feeling disappointed, I suddenly heard Elizabeth gasp.

My first instinct was to look at the lock. It remained unchanged.

I looked at Elizabeth in confusion. She was pointing straight at the ground, her other hand covering her mouth to avoid making any more noise. I looked where she was pointing and my eyes widened for a moment.

Some of the liquid that had been splashed on the lock earlier had dripped to the ground. Because this place was completely made of wood, the floor was naturally made of wood. We could see the spot where the liquid had dripped. The wood was silently dissolving and the effect was spreading. The ground was about to cave in.