Chapter 152: Excellent Candidate
[Donald’s Perspective]
Even if transferring Christian would make it harder for me, I was about to make up my mind when I heard Christian say, “Your Majesty, if it’s just the job of guarding, I have an excellent candidate to recommend.”
I looked at Christian.
Christian said, “We have a young man named Eric on our team. He’s excellent in every way. On the way here, we encountered several attacks and he performed very well.
Just last night. He was the first to spot the attack, and he killed several enemies swiftly. Most importantly, he looks less noticeable than the others. He’s definitely the best person to escort someone secretly without wanting to be discovered by too many people.”
Eric??The name didn’t ring a bell.
In theory, everyone in the personal guard force had to go through my review before they could be on the official list. Any promotion would also require my approval. I didn’t remember promoting someone by that name.
“When did he join the personal guard force?” I asked.
“He’s been in the personal guard force since he became an adult,” Christian answered. “He just never joined before that because he was still in school at the time. He really got involved last year.”
“If he still had to go to school, why did you let him into the personal guard force?”
“Because he’s royalty,” Christian said.
In order to consolidate the glory of the family, there was a rule in the royal family: Any Lycan who was the direct bloodline of the royal family could join the personal guard force.
However, most of these members of the royal family who entered were just for the sake of fame or as a springboard for a certain identity. They were more likely to work in better departments under the arrangements of the family and would not choose to work as the invisible guards. Many members of the royal family also felt that such a job was not honorable.
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Therefore, it was almost a tacit fact that the royal family members did not participate in the training after entering the personal guards. No one would pursue this matter and treat it as an honor for the royal family.
“So you don’t have to worry about his loyalty,” Christian continued. “When Eric first joined the team, we all thought he wouldn’t last long here.
But quickly, his performance since joining the team has impressed all of us. He’s smart, learns quickly, and is helpful. He’s very good at discovering his opponent’s weaknesses and seizing the opportunity to defeat them in one move.”
Christian rarely praised his men like that, which made me curious about Eric. If what he said was true, Eric was a good candidate.
A long time ago, because of the powerful strength of the royal Lycans, our ancestors used their special abilities to set controls in our bloodline. Lycans with the direct bloodline of the royal family could not kill each other.
Because of this, there had been very few tragedies in our history where brothers fought each other for power. This mysterious power would make it difficult for us to raise our fists when facing people with the same bloodline.
And this bloodline restriction applied to our mates at the same time. After Margaret and I marked each other, no member of the royal family could hurt Margaret any more than they could hurt me.
I nodded. “Take me to him,” I said.
Christian led me to where the personal guard forces were stationed.
Our people did not occupy the Silver Moon Pack’s territory. Instead, they set up camp beside the forest to rest. I saw some people going through their daily training.
Christian explained to me, “Because there hasn’t been a formal combat deployment, most of our people are still in the camp. Only a small number have been assigned to patrol. If the battle really starts, I plan to leave a tenth of my people to garrison and protect the Silver Moon Pack. Then there won’t be so many people here.”
My sharp eyes scanned the training crowd and became fixated in one direction.
I smelled something familiar. Christian was right. He did smell like royalty.
“Eric, come here.”
A young man ran over from the group. He first bowed to Christian, then faced me, a look of surprise on his face. Then he bowed in a way that was neither servile nor overbearing.
“You’re Eric?” I said.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Eric replied.
I sized Eric up. He wasn’t tall, definitely less than six feet. He even looked a little thin among the tall royal Lycan warriors. But his eyes were bright and lively. He didn’t look dispirited at all. He looked like a very capable person.
I immediately understood what Christian had meant. This person looked inconspicuous and wouldn’t easily alert the others. He could even disguise himself as an ordinary werewolf to make people lower their guard. However, he was definitely not to be underestimated. I could tell that from his fearless expression.
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