The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 215 - 201: Moonlight Dew (2)

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Chapter 215: Chapter 201: Moonlight Dew (2)

Kian Sterling’s smile gradually turned cold.

Nolan Sterling straightened his sleeves, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Since Third Brother holds the Fox King Order, it must not be for an ordinary item. Father had laid down the rule that using the treasure vault’s heavy weapon requires the council of elders to discuss..."

"Elder Brother worries too much."

Kian Sterling brushed the rune seal on the jade box. The seal sensed the aura of the Fox King Order and gleamed faintly, "It’s just some trinkets to amuse a female."

The night wind lifted Nolan Sterling’s dark cloak, his fingers whitening, the handsome yet sinister face smiling gently, "Oh? Which female has Third Brother so devoted? Could it be Luna Sutton, daughter of the Wolf Tribe’s leader? The partner from when you were wandering away from home?"

He already knew that Kian Sterling had been hiding in the Wolf Tribe during his disappearance, and had become a partner with Lyle Sutton’s daughter.

Sharing with other beastmen, too.

When he first heard this news, he was utterly disdainful. The majestic Third Prince of the Beast King City, reduced to sharing a partner with other beastmen.

Thinking of Luna Sutton, his beautiful fox eyes filled with malice.

That damned female...

He would always remember being humiliated with filth on his face, surrounded by beastmen’s wanton laughter.

It was the greatest humiliation of his life.

The nauseating smell seemed to linger at his nose.

His nails turned white with pressure, yet he revealed a playful smile on his face, "Speaking of... Third Brother’s partner is quite amusing."

In the darkness of the night, a sharp crack of a bone’s misalignment echoed.

Kian Sterling’s nine fox tails moved without wind, the runes on the jade box flickering on and off.

"Elder Brother has time to worry about my partner..."

He suddenly chuckled softly, the moonlight casting a cold shadow under his eyelashes, "Why not first consider how to explain to Father about you ordering someone to assassinate me years ago, having the Eight-Tailed Red Fox dig out my heart blood, and falsely report my death."

Father had already begun investigating the events of those years, even suspecting Nolan.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t rush to give the Fox King Order to him.

Nolan’s pupils contracted sharply, his handsome and eerie face for a moment changed color.

Then he recovered as usual.

He suddenly cocked his head and smiled sweetly, "What is Third Brother talking about? Elder Brother can’t understand? Over the years, how many tears I’ve shed for you, even Father has seen it with his own eyes."

The night wind swept dry leaves across their clothes, and silence fell in front of the treasure vault.

"Click."

Kian Sterling clasped the secret lock of the jade box with one hand, his nine fox tails shimmering silvery in the moonlight, "Then please continue crying, for Xavier Frost is already investigating the events of that year, beneath the cliff where I was attacked lie the bones of the Guards, and those remains have been retrieved by Xavier Frost."

As he turned, his fox tails brushed against Nolan’s cloak, "Oh, and the incense Elder Brother uses... it’s still the Blood Qilin Flower, just like the Eight-Tailed Red Fox."

Nolan’s pupils narrowed once more.

The Guards involved in the assassination had long been dealt with, except for that Eight-Tailed Red Fox due to extracting heart blood and leaving evidence behind.

Fortunately, the Eight-Tailed Red Fox was already dead.

But what was the matter with the Blood Qilin Flower?

He knew the Eight-Tailed Red Fox liked incense but didn’t know it used the Blood Qilin Flower...

Damn it.

"Stop him."

Nolan suddenly raised his hand, and dozens of Hidden Guard beastmen appeared from the shadows, surrounding Kian tightly.

"Since Third Brother is determined to turn up old accounts..."

He licked his lips, which were red to the point of enchantment, "Then don’t leave tonight."

Kian Sterling looked at the approaching Hidden Guard and suddenly laughed softly.

He leisurely pulled the Fox King Order from his bosom, the nine-tail relief on the Token turning crimson in the moonlight, "Is Elder Brother sure he wants to make a move?"

The Hidden Guards all froze in place.

Nolan’s face turned a ghastly pale, for the holder of the Fox King Order was equivalent to the Beast King himself, and attacking the bearer was tantamount to treason.

"Fine... very well."

His neck veins bulged as he suddenly flicked three Bone Needles, "Can you recognize this, Third Brother?"

The Bone Needles pierced the seal on the jade box, breaking it open, and the lid sprang open instantly.

Inside were two bottles of Moonlight Dew, lying quietly and emitting a faint glow, their fragrance pervasive.

Kian Sterling’s eyes darkened.

"So that’s what it’s for."

Nolan suddenly laughed, "Third Brother is truly fond of her, but does she deserve the Fox Clan’s treasured items?"

Kian Sterling closed the jade box, his fox tails sweeping the Bone Needles away with a gust, "Whether she deserves it or not, it’s not for you to say."

He suddenly lifted his gaze, his eyes simmering with blood, "It’s Elder Brother who should worry about his own survival."

As the words fell, he already walked away with the jade box in his arms.

Yuri Ashwood followed closely behind.

Nolan’s face was extremely grim, wanting to order a blockage.

But thinking of the Fox King Order, he had to forcibly restrain himself, watching helplessly as Kian gradually disappeared.

However, he had no mind to deal with Kian now.

His mind was full of what Kian said about Xavier Frost investigating the events of that year.

His expression turned cold, his gaze fixed somewhere, "Check! Where is Xavier Frost now..."

"Yes."

Soon, a trusted beastman retreated to investigate.

...

Meanwhile, Chloe Callahan had been sent to the Slave Camp for two days.

The night wind carried a stench as it swept through the rickety straw shed. She curled up on a moldy pile of hay, her face pale, retching constantly.

"Ugh..."

She bent over, vomiting until the sky spun.

Unfortunately, her stomach was long empty, leaving her to dry heave.

Her dwelling was arranged in a broken straw shed near a dung pit, suffocating her with tears streaming down her face.

[Ding! Host failed the first task, unable to have Nolan Sterling declare the host as the sole partner within three days, commencing task failure punishment.]

The rogue plugin’s voice rang in Chloe Callahan’s mind.

Panic setting in, she wanted to say something.

The lower jaw suddenly radiated a tearing pain, as if teeth were forcibly pulled by pliers.

"Ahhhhh..."

Her screams were particularly shrill in the pitch-black night, yet nobody cared.

This was the Slave Camp of the Beast King City, where various harrowing screams were heard every day.

The slaves here were long accustomed to such sounds, seeming not to hear them at all.

Chloe Callahan’s face was pale and terrifying, as she bent over and spat out a mouthful of bloody froth mixed with two blood-stained teeth.

"My teeth... my teeth!"

Chloe Callahan collapsed instantly, her drafty cries carried away by the night wind, mingling with the stench.

She shakily touched her drafty jaw, her fingertips stained with blood and saliva, sticky and disgusting.

"System! Are you fucking with me?"

Chloe Callahan yelled hysterically in her head, but heard the rogue system’s mocking voice, "Here’s some good news, Luna Sutton has also faced backlash. Like you, she failed her mission, reverting to being hideously ugly with pimples, abscesses, buck teeth, weighing 300 pounds, so ugly even beasts wouldn’t spare her a glance, and she’s in postpartum confinement, tsk tsk, truly pitiful!"

"Really?"

Chloe Callahan’s grimace suddenly froze, breaking into a bizarre laugh, "Hahaha, this is such great news, truly deserved, that woman was wicked, this is retribution, cough..."

"Hahaha..."

Her laughter was choked off by the stench of the newly dug dung pit next door, causing her to kneel by the haystack and dry heave again.