Chapter 867

He waved his hand, and someone threw a cobra into the container. The cobra coiled around Wilfred's neck and sank its fangs into him.

Wilfred barely flinched, merely furrowing his brows.

What he had endured in the past was far worse than this, and he knew Seth kept him alive because he had a use for him. Seth would not let him die.

A mocking smile appeared on Wilfred's lips. "You'd better kill me or make me a living corpse."

Otherwise, as long as he lived, he would retaliate.

Seth's smile deepened. "Wilfred, do you think I'll give you that chance? Or what if the Pharaoh saw his once-prized creation return? How would he react?"

Pharaoh seeing his creation would only be ecstatic, perhaps even more obsessed.

But Wilfred was unaffected by Seth's taunts. He had anticipated the worst outcome but still hoped for the best. He just had not expected Seth to intercept him.

"Then why haven't you handed me over to the Pharaoh yet? You know very well what your true motives are, Seth."

Wilfre