Chapter 208

Chapter 208

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[Translator Peptobismol]

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Another name for the Tukan Plateau was the Land of Life. With relatively stable average temperatures and lush green landscapes that appeared in the summer, the streams flowing throughout the plateau provided a foundation for countless lives to thrive, aside from the residents of Rundalian.

Among those who benefited greatly were the indigenous peoples living in small tribes. The Tukan Plateau, where obtaining food was relatively difficult, allowed them to form primitive communities and sustain themselves. Pocha, a Werewolf hunter, was one of those fortunate enough to enjoy such blessings.

I never thought Id meet Lord Jaeger in my lifetime.

As Pocha set out for the hunt, he hummed a tune. Despite the rather dreary weather, his mood seemed to soar. It was all thanks to meeting Lord Jaeger in person.

Jaeger had come to his tribe with two human companions. They requested to stay in the village momentarily, as they needed to tend to Jaegers wounds. Thanks to this, Pocha had the opportunity to rest and even engage in brief conversations with Jaeger.

His complexion doesnt look good. I hope hell recover soon

The only thing that troubled him during their conversation was Jaegers complexion, which didnt seem quite right. Something seemed amiss. For a moment, Pocha closed his eyes and said a prayer for him.

May you find peace.

As he prayed, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Although he hated humans, Pocha felt like the ones accompanying Jaeger wouldnt harm him.

If only I could catch a Great Deer today. That would be great.

Just as Pocha rose to continue his journey, he heard a sound.

Ugh aghhh

Hmm?

Pocha turned his head. A young Werewolf boy was dragging his leg as he walked. He looked to be no more than five or six years old.

Hey, kid, where are you going?

Ahhh.

Instead of replying, the boy let out a strange sound. His eyes lacked focus, and viscous drool dripped from his open mouth. Long, untrimmed nails were visible under his drooping hands. At that moment, Pocha realized that the boy was one of the many recent cases of deformities among newborns.

Oh dear Tsk tsk.

It seemed like the frequency of deformities among newborns was increasing, and he seemed to be one of them. For a moment, it seemed like the tribe had lost sight of him. However, even if he dragged his leg or drooled, it was considered a relatively benign symptom.

Judging by your attire, you must be from the Mossrock Tribe Come with me, kid. Ill take you back.

Pocha approached the boy and reached out his hand. He couldnt ignore such deformities, which were common even in his own tribe. The young Werewolf boy continued to walk without responding.

Well, I guess Ill have to carry you then.

Just as Pocha was about to pick him up. Swoosh! Something swift and sharp passed by his neck like a breeze.

Huh?

Suddenly, the world around Pocha turned upside down. His body collided with the cold ground, his senses fading rapidly. In his hazy consciousness, he saw the cloudy sky above and his own body falling, his head separated from his neck in a swift motion.

Gradually, his vision faded to darkness. The boy, with his long nails stained with crimson blood, muttered in his eerie voice.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

Agh I did it

Alright. Do you know where he fled to?

Im not exactly sure, but he probably went to Heiran. His stronghold is likely there. I once had my subordinates track him down there.

Ronan raised an eyebrow. This was another unexpected development. If it was Heiran, that was the destination they had originally intended to go before the journey veered off course. As Ronan recalled the situation in the blacksmiths forge, he spoke up.

Oh, while were at it, take care of your men who have occupied Heiran. Free the blacksmiths theyre holding as well.

Hey, you seem to be mistaken. If you think Im going to move according to your will

Jaeger furrowed his brow. Ronan saw a facet of evasion in his demeanor, and chuckled. While it seemed futile to spill everything and then still try to refuse, Ronan could understand his sentiment. He might face retaliation from Barka if he inadvertently leaked secrets. Just as Jaeger was about to say something, he nodded his head.

No, Ill do it. Im indebted to you.

Good idea.

But theres a condition. Even if you meet him, dont mention what happened here. Tell him that I was kidnapped by you and returned, babbling nonsense from the pain of having my limbs cut off. Got it?

Seeing Ronans attempt to avoid responsibility, Jaeger chuckled dryly. Despite laying out the whole story, he wondered what the point was, but he could understand the sentiment. After all, he could face Barcas retaliation for leaking secrets.

Jaeger clenched the doll. Although his head was bad, it was fortunate that his last conscience remained. Rather than such a dangerous individual like Barka, it was better to have someone like him.

I dont think you can kill Barka. Hes a different kind of monster from Zaifa. Im sure he has a strategy to eliminate you without fail.

Is that bastard also a potential swordmaster? Thats a bit tough.

I dont know because Ive never seen him fight properly. He was more suited to be a strategist than a warrior. But the Turkon blood still runs in his veins.

Ronan nodded in agreement. Just from the swift kick he received in Jaegers room, he could surmise his skill level.

Regardless of whether he was almost identical to Zaifa in stature, it seemed unwise to be complacent. Suddenly, Jaeger flicked his finger as if something had come to mind.

Oh, right. Take this. It might help you track him down.

Huh?

However, you must never let him know about the existence of this item. He will definitely recognize that I gave it to you. Where the hell did this damn thing go

Jaeger muttered as he rummaged through his pockets. It seemed like he was about to hand something over. After rummaging through most of his pockets, he reached into his inner pocket. Ronan narrowed his eyes as he felt a twinge of pain near his thigh.

Hmm?

Ronan? Whats wrong?

Adeshan approached him. Without a word, Ronan, who was searching the pocket where the pain occurred, pulled out a short, thick stick. It was the stakes used to curse the tribes.

What?

Damn it, this!

Both of their faces stiffened simultaneously. An evil aura emanating from the surface was even stronger. The unique purple hue of the curse was visible to the naked eye. Shrill screams echoed from outside the tent.

HEL SCANS

[Translator Peptobismol]

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