204 The Human Trend
Dorothy’s POV:
Master Mary asked me to monitor Frank’s movements secretly.
“The other members are more experienced than you, but you are the only one we can trust completely.” She said, “No one would suspect a young girl who’s just an amateur. You can follow Frank openly. After all, you’re not an official member and don’t have a specific mission. Understandably, you’re the person in charge of the team.”
Now that she was gone, I realized that in the entire witch tribe clan, I could only trust Master Hayley and Master Kevin.
The two weren’t smart, so I was suddenly isolated and helpless.
I could only follow Master Mary’s instructions and try to get close to Captain Frank as much as possible without leaving a trace. He assigned tasks to the team members and constantly patrolled and inspected them as usual. He didn’t have any objections to my arrival and even taught me some details of how to handle things.
“For example, we have to clean up the scene. We are not professional archeologists, but we have to do our best to be careful and minimize the damage.” He squatted on a construction site where ancient stone monuments were being cleaned up, pointed to the team members working, and said, “The best way is to lower your head and imagine yourself as a kindergartener who doesn’t understand anything. No matter what you dig up, just carefully put it in a sealed bag. Naturally, these things would be handled by the kindergarten ladies – I mean, the professionals. Are you listening, child?”
“Yes.” I nodded immediately.
ƒ𝐫𝒆e𝓌𝒆𝚋𝗻૦𝘷𝑒𝙡. 𝑐𝘰𝐦
Moon Goddess, if this wasn’t a fake, then he was a professional.
“A little bored, aren’t you?” Frank smiled understandingly. “This kind of mundane work is actually what soldiers like the most. Although the advance party members were all honest, like interns in a laboratory, every one of them had been on the battlefield. After coming into contact with real merciless killing, this cumbersome cleaning work is peace in a long time.”
“Have you also been on the battlefield?” I thought it was an excellent opportunity to test the truth. But the werewolves’ last major battle was over twenty years ago.
With a lollipop in his mouth, Frank’s eyes were unfocused as if he was reminiscing.
“Yeah, that was more than twenty years ago. Back then, I was still a young kid. I was always in danger on the battlefield. However, it was not only recorded in history books are considered wars. To put it bluntly, war was a bloody version of a group fight. Ten thousand people could fight it, and even a hundred could fight it. Even our neighbors can’t guarantee that there won’t be any conflicts, let alone between different races.
“All these years, we’ve had a lot of conflicts with wizards, witches, wandering forces, and cult followers. It’s just that these small-scale battles don’t have many casualties, and the Lycan King also wants to let the people rest and recuperate, so we didn’t make it public.
“But the blood must be shed in war, and even the gentlest description can not deny this. So, I’m quite glad I can bring my subordinates to the Rocky Mountains to carry out a mission. At least the mountain won’t snipe me in the dark, right?”
I was a little surprised, “Snipe? Aren’t firearms only used by humans?”
“Humans invented it, and it’s really useful. It’s been twenty years since we fought hand-to-hand. When you and your opponent have found a suitable weapon, it’s not up to you to decide whether to use it. Sometimes, I’m wary of the human race. From culture to war, their shadows are everywhere in the world. We always felt that they were a group of inferior creatures with weak physiques, but how could inferior creatures with submachine guns be more vulnerable than werewolves with strong bodies? It’s hard to say who will win.
‘Especially after we found the work of the humans in a few unremarkable wars, we can no longer lie to ourselves that everything doesn’t matter. It’s not like 300 years ago. We’re like the ruins of the witch clan, beautiful on the surface but empty on the inside. The enemies who used to be disdainful are likely to dig into our foundation.”
These profound theories were unfamiliar to me. All this time, I had only been on guard against those ‘traditional’ enemies, such as witches and wizards or demons with evil intentions.
Humans were too far away from me. I’d never even seen a living human on TV or in books. All along, there were only a few races that could cause harm to the werewolves. As for humans? They were fish meat, and we were the knife.
“I know this isn’t easy to understand.” Frank smiled. “After all, before things happen, everything is groundless worries. Let’s just say I’m old and like to nag. Now, let’s finish the work at hand, okay?”
Only then did I realize that my initial intention was to test the authenticity of Frank’s words.
It was still the same sentence. If the person in front of me was a fake, he was too dedicated. Did a puppet used to confuse the eyes need to have such a profound vision?
No matter what, the balance in my heart began to tilt.
