Chapter Six Discovery

  "Get up, get up, young master. Otherwise, you'll lose your most powerful subordinate."

  The next morning, Raymond, still in a dreamy sleep, heard a soft and gentle call by his ear.

  Raymond grumbled impatiently and turned over in bed, trying to shake off the annoying voice that was disturbing his sleep.

  At this time, the voice said again: "However, if you never scold her again and give her the best fish to eat every day from now on, she might consider staying... Ah, just thinking about it makes me happy."

  "Bastard, are you planning on putting me to sleep while I'm sleeping..."

  "Meow! Are you awake?"

  On the bedside, the cat girl leaning against Raymond's ear, awkwardly stared at each other with Raymond who just woke up.

  "It's broad daylight and some fool is chattering away in my ear, how could I not wake up." Raymond sat up with a start, rubbing his head.

  "Oh no, don't say that, I'm just expressing my own wishes."

  "You're the only one who'd dare say something as stupid as that." Raymond struck back at Catwoman, "So, what did you gain?"

  As soon as this was said, Bastet immediately became spirited. Her eyebrows danced with excitement as she said: "So the actions of a scout are so interesting, completely different from when the clan leader trained me... Ah, Master, why did you hit me?"

  Raymond stared at Bastet, pointing a finger at her forehead: "Get to the point."

  Bast had to stop boasting: "Alright. As you ordered, I went to the Wolf Riders' barracks and observed for two hours, but nothing was unusual. Instead, at the Lion Tribe's barracks, several doctors went in and stayed for about an hour."

  "Doctor? Where did they come from, who are these people?" Raymond asked.

  Bast said: "I followed them back to the medical institution in the city, and since it was at night, they were wearing long robes again, so I couldn't see what they looked like."

  Raymond didn't mind and instead asked: "Hm, what about Harken and Verona?"

  "Haken and Verona didn't leave their residence all night, but the guards there were very strict, I couldn't get close to observe. Ah, I met another cat person scout, he's one of Your Majesty's people."

  The old mother of the Dark Path indeed did not relax her surveillance on Verona, and Raymond slightly put his mind at ease. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Since you can't get close, how can you be sure they haven't left?"

  Bastard said: "I asked that cat person, he knew I was your subordinate, so he told me. He's been monitoring those two guys all the time. And I've also observed for a long time, Haken and Verona would occasionally appear in front of the window, although it's quite far away and can't be seen clearly, but it must be them."

  "Are you saying they really have no problem?" Raymond pondered after Barbara finished speaking.

  "Master, must I go again?" Bast asked.

  "Never mind, since mom's people are already keeping an eye on them, there's no need to waste any more time... wait a minute, something's off!"

  But it was Raymond who suddenly remembered what he had vaguely heard from Verona when she left yesterday.

  Although only hearing a few words, Verona and Haken should have had something important to do last night, it's unlikely they would stay in their residence quietly. Even if they might be worried about Old Mom's scolding and didn't dare make any moves, with Verona's wrist, she wouldn't be so easily controlled by others.

  "Basute, do you remember where the clinics of those doctors who came and went from the Shishin tribe's residence were last night?"

  At this time, Basute was excitedly bunching up the quilt that Raymond had slept in, just about to lie down, and was startled by his words: "Of course I remember."

  "Then go quickly and investigate the origin of that medical hall."

  "Meow, I clearly said it was nothing, but she still wants to sleep in..." Bastet grumbled to herself, yet her actions didn't hesitate for a moment, and in an instant, she vanished from the room.

  An hour later, it was found that the medical institution belonged to a very powerful elder of the Bimon tribe. Due to the backward civilization, most of the beastmen's illnesses and injuries relied on the tribal witch doctors, and professions like doctors and priests were rare.

  It wasn't until Amada took power that they began to consciously cultivate this type of person. Currently, several medical clinics and treatment temples in the city of Ya are operated with funding from various major tribes, so it was easy to investigate their background.

  Moreover, Bast brought back another message that she had previously overlooked, which was that the medical institution was actually not far from Lihaken's residence...

  After listening to Bastar's report, Raymond felt that he had grasped something crucial, but couldn't form a clear idea. However, one thing was certain: Verona and Haken were probably not as honest as they seemed on the surface.

  "Not right, not right, there must be something not right." Raymond tapped his forehead with his finger and narrowed his eyes habitually: "Werewolf tribe, lion tribe, if we add the Bimon tribe to that, it's a force that can't be underestimated..."

  The next moment, he hugged his head and shouted loudly: "But where is the evidence? Where is the evidence?"

  "Master, are...are you alright?" Bastar was startled and cautiously stared at him.

  "This time you did well." Raymond calmed down, patted her head in praise and walked towards the door: "It seems I have to go see Robard Priest."

  "What? Your Highness wants to participate in the preparations for the festival?"

  After hearing Raymond's words, Robert exclaimed in surprise.

  Robarte is the high priest of the Minotaur tribe, with a revered status. He was in charge of preparing for this War God Festival, and Raymond didn't want to disturb Amada, so he went straight to him.

  Romon nodded and said, "Right, I hope you can let me take care of some of the preparatory work for the ceremony."

  "Now that Your Highness has spoken, of course it's not a problem, but why?" Robard couldn't help but ask.

  "Actually, it's nothing much. I just want to take this rare opportunity to hone my skills and give Mother and the clan a surprise. After all, being a prince for so many years, I..."

  As expected, Lobard's train of thought was immediately led astray by his hint. The old cow-headed man sighed: "So that's how it is, I understand your meaning now. However, our clansmen have misunderstood you, and it's not your fault. With time, I believe that with your abilities, you will certainly be able to..."

  "No, I won't wait any longer. This time at the festival, I must do something." Raymond said firmly.

  Robard naturally couldn't think of what Raymond said, and thought he was eager to prove himself in front of his clansmen because of the bitterness in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, Old Bull finally nodded: "Okay, since Your Highness insists."

  "Then let me take care of the arrangements for the western city gate."

  "West City Gate?" Robard was taken aback.

  He didn't know that Raymond's abacus was good-hearted and persuaded: "That place is not the main venue of this festival, and even the parade on the night of the festival will not pass by. To be honest, no matter how well it is done, no one will notice. I suggest you take charge of the preparation for the main sacrifice, so..."

  I also want to be in the limelight, but this time it's just that I don't want to draw attention. Raymond insisted, "No, over there is fine."

  "Alright then, I'll leave the arrangement of the west city gate to you."

  "Thank you very much." Raymond nodded and then said: "Also, about this matter, I hope you can keep it confidential as much as possible, best not to tell even Mother."

  The old cow-headed man showed a puzzled expression, and then suddenly enlightened, patted Raymond's shoulder repeatedly: "Oh, I understand, Your Highness wants to give Her Majesty the Queen a surprise, right? Alright, I won't say anything."

  Robard's misunderstanding just saved Raymond from a speech, and he gave a small compliment: "You also saw this, really worthy of being the smartest priest of the Cow Head tribe."

  The old cow head was photographed with a burst of joy, and his loud laughter echoed through the room: "Of course, I'm not bragging, but I eat more grass than you eat rice."

  Raymond: "Uh...I guess you're right, haha..."

  Leaving Robard's residence, Bastet couldn't help but ask Raymond: "Young master, why do you have to do this? Wouldn't it be better to just tell Her Majesty the Queen directly?"

  Raymond helplessly spread his hands: "It's not that easy, up to now, everything is my guess, there is no evidence at all. No, I don't even know if something will happen, what kind of thing it will be, what can I tell my mother?"

  "After all, he is the leader of the werewolf tribe and my cousin, with an extraordinary identity. Acting rashly will only complicate things. For now, I can only make arrangements in secret, hoping that when something happens, I won't be completely unprepared. Still, I hope all this is just my overactive imagination."

  "Uh-huh, I see." Bastet nodded as if she understood and didn't understand at the same time: "Anyway, I'll do my best to help Young Master."

  "You know, Bastet, if you just did one thing, I'd be really happy."

  "Meow, what?"

  "Eat less, I'm afraid you'll eat me out of house and home."

  "Oh dear young master!"