The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 110: The Rumors Are True

She glanced over the silent males, her brows slightly furrowed.

"You’ve traveled a long way and haven’t eaten much, are you really okay?"

Isaac Vaughn reached out, gently pushing aside the strands of hair by her ear.

"Don’t worry about us. Raw meat will do, it won’t delay anything." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

After speaking, he took a piece of bloody beast meat from the bag and handed it to Wyatt Yardley and Evan Orwell.

Kaelan Hawthorne also reached out to take it, and the three took a few bites and gulped it down.

The piece of meat still had strands of blood, the surface slightly sticky, emitting a faint bloody smell.

Wyatt Yardley took it without a frown and bit into a large chunk.

His teeth tore through the sinews and swallowed after a few chews.

Evan Orwell did the same without hesitation.

Kaelan Hawthorne stood by the side, easily finishing the meat in two bites.

Their way of eating was simple and rough.

Seraphina Caldwell looked at the fruit in her hand that she had only taken two bites from, then at their clean hands, and silently sighed in her heart.

These men, their appetite and digestive system, must be made of iron?

The meat they just swallowed was raw, not even seasoned, and they swallowed it without changing expression.

She had only eaten half a bite, yet they had already finished lunch.

From taking out the meat to swallowing it, it took barely a dozen breaths.

Wyatt Yardley was the first to shoulder the Beast Skin Bag.

He swung the Beast Skin Bag onto his shoulder.

"Let’s go. Since the Eagle Clan has shown themselves, there might be more later. I’ll lead, Evan Orwell keeps an eye on the sky, Gideon Larkin carries Seraphina Caldwell in the middle, Isaac Vaughn uses spiritual power to scan the surroundings, and Kaelan Hawthorne watches the woods on both sides."

He scanned the group, seeing no objections, he took the first step.

No one wasted words, they all nodded in unison and instantly went on alert.

Gideon Larkin quickly moved behind Seraphina Caldwell, bending down to signal her to get on.

Isaac Vaughn closed his eyes, spreading out his spiritual power.

Evan Orwell looked up at the sky, his pupils slightly contracting.

Kaelan Hawthorne fell to the sides of the team, silently pacing through the woods.

The whole group was perfectly in sync.

Following Wyatt Yardley’s plan, they continued on the journey, not encountering any more from the Eagle Clan, and by evening, they came across a few wild beasts, which Kaelan Hawthorne caught with ease and stuffed into the bag.

The setting sun cast an orange-red glow.

A few foraging wild rabbits leapt out of the grass.

Just when they tried to flee, Kaelan Hawthorne dashed forward and broke their necks swiftly.

He also pressed down on a squirrel trying to climb up a tree to escape and threw it into the bag.

The bag bounced around filled, with slight sounds of struggle inside, which soon quieted.

It was only when she finally saw the Rabbit Clan village in the distance that Seraphina Caldwell dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

A circle made of woven thick wood and vines.

Strings of dried herbs hung on the fence.

Cooking smoke rose leisurely from the heart of the village.

The air carried a faint scent of stewed meat.

Seeing this, the tense strings of Seraphina Caldwell’s heart finally relaxed.

In The Primal Age, the common threat was the beasts, so the Beastfolk were rather united.

Aside from rootless wanderers, ordinary Beastfolk were generally courteous.

Especially towards females, who were treasured dearly.

On this perilous land, whether it was the Wolf Clan, Tiger Clan, or Snake Clan, facing a common enemy.

When dire beasts roamed at night, they often chose to temporarily set aside differences.

The tribes have a courteous passage, offering lodging is common.

And females, especially those like Seraphina Caldwell who appeared gentle and harmless, were specially favored among any group.

Seraphina Caldwell had seen it herself several times, even when a stranger female came with her partner to stay.

No matter what tribe it was, they agreed without question.

Once she passed by the Eagle Clan territory during migration, witnessing a couple requesting to stay.

The female’s face was pale, having just given birth not long ago.

The Eagle Clan Clan Leader asked only once where they came from and immediately had a house cleared out for them.

It was then she understood, in this world of survival, there was still a trace of warmth.

So, upon seeing the Rabbit Clan’s fence, she knew there was no need to camp in the wilderness tonight.

This fence was tightly arranged with sturdy wooden stakes.

Each stake was sharpened to a point up above, with thin vines wrapped around the top.

Outside the fence stood several simple yet noticeable stone plaques.

Carved with the Rabbit Clan’s totem symbols, declaring the ownership of this land.

As the sunset cast long shadows on the fence.

The nerves Seraphina Caldwell had kept taut all day finally relaxed.

Rabbit Clan beastfolk quickly approached upon seeing them.

The beastfolk wore simple leather armor, a short stick hanging at the waist, ears alertly standing upright.

He took a cautious look at Seraphina Caldwell and her companions behind her.

After confirming there was no hostility, he slightly relaxed his stance.

"Are you searching for someone?"

In that instant, he seemed captivated by an indescribable charm from Seraphina Caldwell.

Though travel-worn, with dirt and dead grass on her hem.

Her expression held grace.

Her face bore faint streaks that were not blemishes.

But rather marks of some ancient lineage.

The patrolling Beastfolk instinctively lowered his voice.

Seraphina Caldwell nodded, her demeanor poised: "I want to inquire about my father’s whereabouts, could I see your Clan Leader?"

The wind tousled the strands of hair by her forehead.

The pack behind her gently swayed, making a soft sound.

Upon hearing this, the patrolling Beastfolk turned and ran back to the village.

A visit from the daughter of a Purple Rank Beastman was not a trivial matter.

Along the way, Rabbit Clan villagers turned their heads, curiously looking.

Before long, he returned with two people.

The glow on the horizon was fading, several fires glowed within the village.

The patrolling Beastfolk walked with the two new guests along the main path.

In the light of the fire, the crowd naturally parted to make way.

Leading was a male, not tall, with a warm smile.

A shimmering green Beast Ring on his wrist.

Beside him was a young male, skin pale as fresh snow, silvery white hair falling to his shoulders, tips slightly curled.

With a tall, lithe frame, light footsteps, wearing a Yellow Rank Beast Ring on his arm.

The Yellow Rank Beast Ring was made of ordinary material, its luster dim.

Seraphina Caldwell quickly stepped forward, speaking sincerely.

"Hello, Clan Leader, my name is Seraphina Caldwell, Caden Cross’s daughter. I’m here to ask if my father has visited your village lately?"

She looked directly into the Clan Leader’s eyes, with sincere gazes.

The night wind rustled her sleeves, making subtle sounds.

Her words, the faint marks on her face flickered in the firelight.

The Clan Leader stopped and his eyes fell on her face.

First noticing the faint marks left on her face.

Then, moved by her clear eyes and gentle tone.

The marks he had heard were signs of ancient lineage, extremely rare.

He had heard Caden Cross’s name before.

Not expecting his daughter to not only have a good face but also speak and act with such poise.

Caden Cross’s name had spread widely among Beastfolk villages.

Not just because of his formidable strength, but also his aloof nature.

Clarence Glass had heard from other villages several times, about a powerful individual unwilling to form bonds, who acted alone.

Now upon meeting his daughter, he knew the rumors were true.