Chapter 343

Chapter 298: Pursuit

“These beastmen are not extraordinary beings but are biological variations caused by werewolf extraordinary abilities. They have only pure primal savagery and no intelligence. Once someone infected with wolf poison is awakened, they can only transform into such beasts and cannot revert. Werewolves can control the beastmen they transform. The Wolf bl**d Association often deliberately bites others to administer wolf poison, then threatens them to cooperate with their side, or else they will awaken and turn them into beasts.”

Adèle explained this to Ed, and hearing Adèle’s words, Dorothy thought to herself how efficient the werewolves’ method of creating subordinates was. Ordinary people who are infected with wolf poison only need to be awakened to become combatants stronger than typical thirsters; she wondered how much spirituality it would cost.

While thinking about this, she continued observing the distant battlefield. There, Edmund and the captain with a goatee, driven back by an enhanced version of fear, were being attacked by several beastmen. However, this posed little threat to them. Despite their still affected mental states, they easily used wind blades to cut through the attacking beastmen.

At this moment, something unusual happened at the mansion behind them. A horde of black beastmen poured out from the dungeon exit on the first floor, rushing towards Edmund and his team. The number of beastmen facing them suddenly increased to dozens. The captain, whose mind had yet to stabilize, was quickly overwhelmed by the dark, frenzied beasts, struggling to cope.

These beastmen were prisoners confined in the mansion’s dungeon who had transformed. They were kept as emergency combat reserves besides being bl**d food, accumulated over many years by Alex as a hidden ace. He now used them all to deal with Edmund and his team.

Seeing Edmund and the captain with a goatee submerged by his long-accumulated beastmen forces, he did not join the attack. Instead, he took the opportunity to flee in the opposite direction of the mansion.

Alex wasn’t foolish. He knew that fighting two against one with only himself and a single chalk user, he couldn’t win. After suffering severe injuries during the previous battle inside the mansion, he had nearly exhausted his sigils and extraordinary items but still couldn’t reverse the disadvantage. Now, he revealed his final trump card to buy time and escape.

Alex fled toward the distance, and Dorothy’s zombie puppet, which was monitoring the battlefield, saw this happen. She immediately instructed Ed to tell Adèle:

“Alex has escaped. He is seriously injured and is fleeing northwest. The hunter captain is currently being held back by a horde of beastmen. It’s unlikely they’ll catch up once they finish dealing with them.”

“He ran? And he fought and got hurt? I think we have a chance, Mr. Detective.”

Hearing Ed’s words, Adèle responded with obvious amusement in her tone. Ed nodded in agreement.

“Yes, information from your teacher can only be obtained by questioning him directly. This is the perfect time. Miss Adèle, I will guide you. Just pray inwardly to that existence, and I can convey my voice through Him.”

“Please forgive me, but my speed might not match yours, so I can only wait here.”

Ed told Adèle this, clearly indicating that this was the best moment for Adèle to pursue Alex.

“Hmm… No need to say that, detective. You’ve already helped me greatly. Now it’s my turn to act. Just lead the way for me.”

As Adèle prepared to leave the scene, Ed called out to her again.

“Hold on, Miss Adèle. Although Alex is in dire straits, there were some strange things in his fight with the hunters. To be safe, I want to give you some insurance.”

“Insurance?”

Hearing Ed’s words, Adèle was puzzled. Ed then said mysteriously,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a minor precaution. It won’t harm you.” Under Dorothy’s manipulation, Ed smiled reassuringly at Adèle, who immediately replied,

“At this point, I trust you, detective. Just get it over with quickly. We don’t have much time.”

Hearing Adèle’s words, Ed immediately approached her and made some adjustments to her, stepping back afterward. Curious, he rubbed his arm after everything was done and looked at Ed again.

“So, I’m off, detective. Please guide me~”

With a smile, Adèle blew a kiss to Ed and leaped off the rooftop, jumping across the rooftops swiftly forward.

Watching this, Dorothy, who was still controlling everything from her carriage, couldn’t help but pause slightly and then smile.

“What a charming woman… It’s a pity…”

Dorothy murmured to herself, feeling a bit nostalgic for her male form at this moment.

…

In the western outskirts of Tivian, within a small forest.

In the afternoon, the sun, not too bright, filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting spots of light. The giant werewolf staggered from afar, collapsing to the ground covered in wounds.

Visibly, the figure of werewolf Alex rapidly shrunk back to the original form of the elderly man, though his wounds remained. Clutching a massive scepter, he gasped heavily on the ground.

“Why… why did those black dogs suddenly find me… Where did I go wrong? Where did I expose myself…”

Gasping, Alex muttered to himself. But it was not the time for him to ponder these questions.

“Whew… Whew… Never mind, I need to heal quickly and then find the others… Hmm…”

Speaking, the numerous wounds on Alex healed rapidly as he consumed the limited “cup” of spirituality within him to heal himself. Just as he focused on healing, a sense of danger came from above.

A swift shadow plummeted from the treetops above Alex, aiming to crush him. Alex narrowly dodged the attack coming from above. As he prepared to counterattack, a hand reached out in front of him, grabbing his neck. At that moment, he saw the true face of his attacker, eyes widening in shock.

“A… Adèle!?”

“Hello, Lord Alex Crond, it’s been a while…”

Squeezing Alex’s neck, Adèle spoke coldly, her eyes, now free of sunglasses, filled with a murderous intent unseen by Dorothy.

“Huh… You didn’t expect us to meet like this. I haven’t forgotten the arrogant expression you had when you stormed our ballroom…”

“Adèle… Calm down… We… We can talk…”

“I don’t want to waste words! Tell me where my teacher is? If you confess honestly, I might let you d*e quickly. Otherwise, I promise you’ll experience the torment of neither living nor dying!”

Grinding her teeth, Adèle said to the wounded Alex with evident hatred. Strangled and covered in wounds, Alex’s eyes widened in surprise at Adèle’s words, then glanced at the scepter in his hand, his panic visibly easing, his eyes taking on a cunning glint.