Chapter 243: Ambrose's Invitation
Gustavo Flynn had no idea what kind of existence he was facing.
Even though Black Rose was dressed like a noblewoman, years spent in an environment where intellectuals held absolute superiority had left Gustavo Flynn utterly indifferent to nobility.
Experience had shaped him this way. Lacking respect for the nobility, he naturally couldn't differentiate among them, nor identify the origin of the garments she wore.
Had he been from Lyon, he would have turned and fled at once.
Those black roses and skeletal insignia were the exclusive mark of the undead queen of the Umbral Depths.
By the time his ear began to itch, it was already too late.
Gustavo Flynn instinctively reached up to scratch it, only to tear off his entire right ear.
He stared in disbelief at the ear in his hand. It was riddled with rot, as though it had been cut from a corpse dead for days.
Before he could even determine whether this was some illusion, the rotting ear suddenly split open, revealing a mouth full of jagged teeth that snapped viciously at his fingers.