Chapter 61: Method of Complete Control
[Donald’s Perspective]
This wasn’t the first time I was in Armstrong’s office, but we usually had a lot of people here to discuss matters. This was the first time we were alone.
Armstrong sat back down at his table, a little exhausted, but he poured me a glass of water.
The recent chain of events had been a major blow to him and his pack, and we both knew that this was only the beginning. There were no casualties tonight, but what would happen next? When would this end? I knew the questions weighed heavily on our minds, but we couldn’t back down because everyone’s safety depended on us.
“What did His Majesty want to tell me?” Armstrong said.
“This attack is more complicated than we thought,” I said. “I thought it was just an ordinary pack fight, with at most some defected Lycans involved. But it looks like it’s far more complicated than that.”
Armstrong’s expression turned serious. “Why do you say that?” he asked.
“As I said previously, the attacker might have special wolf claws. At that time, I believed that there were some Lycan mutations in the attacker’s body. However, such mutations are not likely to exist on a large scale. That’s what we discussed last time.”
“That’s right. Although these attacks don’t have a pattern, they aren’t random. They’re very organized. They can’t be just one or two mutated Lycans. Someone secretly planned all of this. We just don’t know what the other party’s goal is yet.”
“If they are organized, it should be a rather tight system. Think about it. Since he could launch such a successful attack, he must not be mediocre. How can he allow all his subordinates to be mutated Lycans? Let’s not talk about the possibility of him finding so many mutated Lycans. In terms of attack power alone, the combat power of a mutated Lycan is shocking even to our people. How can he ensure that he can completely control his subordinates?”
“What if he’s a mutant himself?” Armstrong said.
I shook my head and said, “I’m more inclined to think that there’s another possibility. That he’s controlling his subordinates in some way, and this is definitely a way they can’t resist. The most likely possibility is drugs. However, werewolves with strong physiques are also very resistant to various drugs. I’ve never been able to think of a way to completely control them before, but what happened tonight gave me a new idea.”
I looked at Armstrong and changed the subject. “Did you notice the unconscious man tonight?”
“Of course.”
‘What was your impression of him?’
Armstrong frowned and thought for a moment. “He’s not very tall. He’s not even as good as some of our patrolmen, let alone your royal Lycans. That’s why we suspected at first that our own people were attacked and went to investigate the villagers in the surroundings.”
“That’s right,” I said. “He’s a very weak type of Lycan. Someone like him could end up as the lowest Omega in the pack.”
“Then could he be from a pack in the surroundings? Should I send someone to ask around?”
‘No. I think he’s the man who attacked us.’
I closed my eyes for a moment and glanced over sharply. This was the conclusion I had come to after a night of thinking.
“If he’s the attacker, why would he be unconscious in our territory?” Armstrong frowned and asked. “Your people didn’t catch up to him at all. His superficial wounds are nothing.”
“Do you remember what Karl said?” I asked in a low voice. “He said he only lost the other party’s aura after following him here.”
“But he also confirmed that this person’s aura didn’t belong to the person who attacked him,” Armstrong said.
“What if, somehow, he changed his aura?”
I saw Armstrong’s extremely surprised expression.
“Can this be done?”
“Assuming he changed his wolf-claw form and aura in some way at the same time, and it did a lot of damage to his body. Karl chased him a long way. It’s entirely possible that after some time, he became weak and fainted there,” I deduced.
“This is unbelievable,” Armstrong said.
“I know.” How could I not know that this statement was so bizarre that I didn’t dare to rashly say my deduction in front of everyone? Instead, I discussed it with Armstrong in his office. As the current Alpha of the Silver Moon Tribe, at least the two of us should have the same pace and direction.
“If that’s the case…” Armstrong muttered.
“Then the power behind it must be far beyond our imagination,” I continued.
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