Chapter 113 (1/2)
They were going to two separate destinations. Travelling together would seem odd and attract attention. So, the two werewolves, Hao Ren and his tenants decided to say goodbye and split up in the wilderness up north. As they waved goodbye to each other, they felt strange.
It was the first time for Vivian to say ciao in such a friendly way to the werewolves—this referred to the normal werewolves, not Lily the dumbbell. Vivian had never treated her as normal.
It was also the first time Lily met her fellow species. She was filled with curiosity and showed extreme interest in Casar and Ewen. She did not mind that she was once kidnapped by them.
Meanwhile, the Ebbens were still no way near their light-bulb moments. It was the first time they had ever found that there were many things beyond their comprehension. The encounter with Hao Ren’s strange tenants was a real eye-opener, but they would need months to digest what they had seen.
The two werewolves had wised up. They didn’t ask any further about the blue and strange creature for fear that they mightn’t be able to leave if they did. For Y’zaks alone was more than capable to crush them in pieces. If either Vivian or Hao Ren had the intention of killing them to shut them up, there wasn’t much time for them to write their wills, or maybe just enough to leave a nuncupative will—three-hundred words, tops. But then, there wasn’t a guarantee it would reach their kin.
“We’re headed straight back to Europe. If the elders wish to meet the countess, we’ll send a messenger. You deserve our courteous treatment. After all, you’re an elder too.” With cap in hand, Casar Ebben nodded slightly to Vivian. It was the most polite gesture werewolf had ever given to a vampire. “The world isn’t in its most peaceful time right now, so it’d be a long time before we’ll meet again.”
“Yes, it’d be better if we don’t meet.” Vivian was somehow rude. She waved to them. “Let’s hurry up. You don’t want the demon hunters to be on your *rse again. By the way, you think your cloths are fine? You probably wouldn’t be able to use black fog for the moment, so you could only get back to town on foot.”
Ewen Ebben grabbed his torn cloth which looked like a rag in performance art. “You’ve helped us cleaned up the blood stains, we can handle the rest. Casar and I would take a detour back to the town by disguising as beggars or artists.”
With a plastic smile on his face, Hao Ren reminded, “To avoid trouble, it’d be better to disguise yourselves as performance artists who are touring the the world. Foreign beggars in town will likely make the news headline…”
“Got it. We’ve been in China for long enough.” Casar Ebben laughed. “You take care too. The gathering of demon hunters doesn’t sound right to me, they must be up to something. Maybe they’re just in transit but the disappearance of a large number of them in this city will certainly a cause for alarm, more will be coming. Just keep your head down. And sayonara!”
Hao Ren smacked Casar’s arm. “You should go now. Don’t talk to me as if you’re local!”
After the two werewolves disappeared into the distance, Vivian let out a long sigh. “What a bad day for them—getting whacked twice just for one werehusky. In the end, they left empty handed. By the way, nice cloths they have there, must be expensive stuff. What a shame, it probably worth half-a-year of meals.
What she really cared for was the clothes.
Lily stamped her feet and yelled, protesting. “What’s wrong with that, huh? What’s wrong with being a husky? Huskes were wolves 800 years ago!”
Because of the frolic, werewolf maiden (or shall we call it weredog?), Hao Ren had enjoyed some hearty moment and forgot about his worries for a while. He patted Lily’s head and complimented her. “Thanks to your steam that saved the day. Though strange, it worked!”
The werewolf maiden smiled, she had forgotten she was humiliated a while ago. Four of them, plus the noisy MDT, headed home. They needn’t worry about the signs of struggle left behind at the warehouse. Raven 12345 had it covered when she sent the Big Bluey over. Just as what Y’zaks mentioned, the scene was more like a ruin than a warehouse because of the lightning, tornado, fire, and explosion; all evidences of paranormal activity had been wiped clean. Even the best of experts would only be able to find the scene as an aftermath of natural disaster. How good it would be if Raven 12345 could do that every time.
They came by flying and teleporting, but they had no more juice to do that on their return trip. They hopped on a public transport and staggered all the way back. After a two-hour ride they arrived at their comfy nest at the Southern Suburb. By then, it was dusk.