Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Using Public Power for Private Revenge

Rhys Blackwood carried Luna Sutton all the way to the stone house where the witch doctor lived.

Corbin Crowley followed behind with a sullen face, practically broadcasting ’I’m unhappy’ all over his face.

Luna twitched her mouth, pretending not to notice.

She peered around behind Corbin Crowley.

To her surprise, Lyle Sutton hadn’t followed, and neither Wolf One, Wolf Two, Wolf Three, nor Wolf Four were anywhere to be seen.

Her father’s stone house and the witch doctor’s stone house were practically adjacent.

Although there was more than one path from the back mountain, this was the shortest route.

Luna Sutton felt puzzled, thinking her father might have had something to handle and took a different route, so she didn’t think much of it.

In fact, Lyle Sutton had nothing to handle at all; he just felt that since his daughter had been apart from her Beast Husbands for so long and had finally reunited with them,

what was the point of an old father tagging along?

Anyway, Luna didn’t seem to have any issues, so it was better to leave space for the young folks.

If it meant a few little wolf cubs running around or a clutch of snake eggs being laid, all the better.

With that in mind, Lyle Sutton happily led the four wolves back by another route.

He even took a detour on purpose.

Undoubtedly, pouring a father’s heart and soul into his efforts.

Rhys Blackwood carried Luna Sutton into the stone house where the witch doctor lived; torches were mounted on the walls, flickering flames casting light, and the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs.

Surprisingly, the witch doctor was still awake this late, sitting by the stone table, busy with herbs in his hands.

Seeing them enter, he lazily lifted his eyelids and said, “Oh, coming here so late?”

Corbin Crowley came in with a sullen face, his tone not particularly pleasant: “She’s injured, take a look quickly.”

It wasn’t aimed at the witch doctor, just purely out of irritation.

The witch doctor arched an eyebrow, glanced at Luna Sutton, noticing the bloodstain on her lips, and didn’t ask further, “Put her down.”

Rhys Blackwood set her down.

The witch doctor stood up, leisurely walked over to Luna Sutton, placed a hand on her wrist, and frowned, “Hmm? Did Kaelen Vance injure you?”

Luna Sutton nodded, “You seem well-informed, sir.”

The witch doctor chuckled, withdrawing his hand.

Turning back, he picked up an herb from the stone table, casually rolled it into a ball, tossed it into her mouth, and casually said, “It’s not that this old man is well-informed; with your father’s booming voice shouting for the whole town to hear, and with me living next door, how could I not know?”

She swallowed the herbal ball, glanced at the witch doctor, silently griping: So the old man knew she’d get hurt tonight and stayed awake on purpose.

Seeing the two chatting away without mentioning the injuries,

Corbin Crowley impatiently interrupted the witch doctor’s rambling, his silver eyes slightly cold: “Get to the point, how’s her injury?”

The witch doctor glanced at him, leisurely replied, “Why the rush? The little girl is just slightly hurt inside, nothing serious. But—”

He paused, looking meaningfully at Luna Sutton, “Since you have a Wood Element Ability, why not heal yourself? Why come bother my old bones in the middle of the night?”

Luna Sutton froze, laughed dryly, “It’s not that the ability level is too low, I was afraid it wouldn’t heal thoroughly, you’re the reliable one.”

As if her ability level was too low; in truth, Rhys Blackwood had carried her here by force.

Hearing this, the witch doctor felt pleasantly flattered, stroked his beard, chuckling, “The little girl can really talk. Anyway, it’s really nothing, just use your power to heal for a few days.”

She nodded, “Then we won’t disturb your rest, sir, we’ll be going now.”

The three left the witch doctor’s stone house.

Under the deep night, Luna Sutton was about to return to the cave to sleep.

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood followed her, one on each side.

She raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, are these two really planning to follow her into the cave?

She didn’t want to watch them bicker in the middle of the night.

“Aren’t you going to rest?”

She asked tentatively.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes glanced at her, “You’re injured, I’m not at ease.”

Rhys Blackwood added indifferently, “Afraid you’ll run off again.”

She twitched her mouth; she wasn’t a three-year-old, did they really need to keep such a close watch?

But she nodded obediently, “Well… together, then.”

Back at the cave, Luna Sutton had just sat down.

Corbin Crowley promptly boiled a pot of hot water, adding ginger and dates, mimicking her with an awkward and slightly gruff tone: “Drink some to warm your stomach.”

She accepted the bowl, her heart warming, about to say thank you.

Rhys Blackwood handed her a Spirit Fruit, insisting, “To replenish your strength.”

She looked down at the Spirit Fruit in her hand, then at the ginger and date tea Corbin Crowley had handed over.

Sighing internally, she thought: These two men really each have their own way of showing concern…

Corbin Crowley, seeing her hesitation, frowned: “What? Is there something wrong with the ginger date tea I made?”

Rhys Blackwood lightly added, “If it tastes off, throw it away, don’t want you upsetting your stomach.”

Luna Sutton quickly shook her head, “No, it tastes fine.”

Fine, my foot; there was no brown sugar, no idea how much ginger he’d put in, and the dates weren’t the right kind but sour ones picked from the back mountain.

Both spicy and sour, a weird taste indeed.

But it wasn’t Corbin Crowley’s fault; resources were limited, no brown sugar, no proper dates.

She’d made it once on a rainy day to ward off the cold.

She hadn’t expected Corbin Crowley had seen it and secretly learned.

Holding ginger date tea—not really ginger and date tea, more like ginger and sour date tea—in one hand, and a Spirit Fruit in the other, she began to eat and drink with determination.

Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood exchanged a glance, sparks flying in their eyes, as if silently competing to see who was more considerate.

She swallowed the last bite of Spirit Fruit, wiped her mouth, and decided to change the subject: “By the way, didn’t you two go to The Salt Lake? How’s the situation there?”

Corbin Crowley looked at her: “I’ve already assigned people to take turns guarding The Salt Lake; not even a beast, nor a fly, can get through. I’ve also designated Beastmen for salt drying and transport, everyone’s working together quite efficiently, but—”

He paused, looking meaningfully at Rhys Blackwood, “someone almost blew up The Salt Lake.”

Rhys Blackwood remained expressionless, retorting, “Someone abused their power for personal vendettas, deliberately tormenting me, forcing me to act.”

Luna Sutton’s interest piqued at once, she raised an eyebrow and looked at Corbin Crowley, “What kind of antics were you two up to again?”

Corbin Crowley’s eyes swept over Rhys Blackwood, coldly: “Personal vendetta? Ha, Rhys Blackwood, you went to The Salt Lake for the tribe, not for leisure. The tasks assigned to you were to utilize your skills, don’t be ungrateful.”

Rhys Blackwood raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice cold: “Utilize my skills? Send me alone to clear silt from the lake bottom under the guise of my serpentine advantage. Do you not know that prolonged saltwater exposure harms my physical form?”

Speaking of which, he was filled with grievances, “That was bad enough, then you had me deal with a Sixth-Order Seven-Colored Serpent King nestled deep in the forest, while you stood by watching, isn’t that excessive?”

Luna Sutton frowned at what she heard, this dog of a man, Corbin, was really pushing it.

She looked at Corbin Crowley, exasperated: “You’re intentional, aren’t you? Knowing full well Rhys Blackwood is a serpent beast and that saltwater is corrosive to him, and that prolonged exposure could dehydrate him, yet you had him clear silt?”

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed, his tone cold, “The silt buildup at The Salt Lake was affecting salt production. His serpentine form was best suited for the task.”

She rolled her eyes: “But you should consider his physical condition, right? You know how much damage saline does to a serpent beast.”

Corbin Crowley scoffed, clearly seeing no wrong in his actions.

Rhys Blackwood remained expressionless, not feeling too wronged; after all, he had gotten his revenge.

As for revenge, it was straightforward: he nearly blew up The Salt Lake.

Seeing the two like this, Luna Sutton sighed in exasperation.

Seriously suspecting they’re utterly incompatible, they bicker everywhere they go.

Just as she was about to mediate—

Suddenly, a sharp abdominal pain struck her; her face turned pale, and she doubled over, clutching her stomach.

“Oww—”

She couldn’t help but cry out, her brows furrowing.

Both men immediately changed their expressions.

Corbin Crowley darted forward, concerned, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rhys Blackwood frowned, reaching out to support her, “Was it the ginger tea just now?”

Luna Sutton was in such pain she couldn’t care less about them.

Corbin Crowley’s ginger tea, both sour and spicy, and who knows what weird stuff he added to it.

Rhys Blackwood’s Spirit Fruit, heaven knows what variety it was, reacted with the ginger tea, leaving her desperate for the lavatory.

With an urge to dash for the restrooms.

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