Chapter Eight Conspiracy

  "Harken below, all preparations are complete, and we can act on the day of the festival."

  Late at night, in Haken's residence, the voice of Werona, a werewolf, came from an inconspicuous corner.

  This was a small stone chamber, the large door closed tightly, without windows or any extra furniture and decorations. At first glance, it was clear that this place was used for secret activities. At this moment, in addition to Haken and Verona, there were several Lion Clan members and Bimon Clan members in the stone chamber, each with a serious expression on their faces, not saying a word.

  In the dimly lit stone chamber, several torches were lit, and the flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the silhouettes of the beastmen appear to shift and writhe, as if directly reflecting the turmoil within their hearts.

  Verona's stern gaze swept slowly over the nervous beastmen, finally falling on a lion tribe member: "Kainan, what is your decision?"

  That Kainan of the Lion tribe hastily said: "We have already decided, this time the Lion tribe army that came to Yajiao City will follow Lord Haken to the death."

  Verona nodded in satisfaction at Haken and then said: "Is everyone reliable? I don't want anyone to leak the news before we act."

  Kai Nan nodded: "Please rest assured, this time the warriors who came forward are all my personally cultivated confidants, and there is absolutely no problem with their loyalty."

  As he spoke, he ventured: "So, about your promise..."

  Verona said, "You Lion people have been allies with our Wolf people for generations. The former chief Osman was my closest friend. However, since he was killed by Amada, the current chief has been bewitched by that woman and has abandoned the alliance. Fortunately, there are still clear-headed people like you in the Lion tribe. As long as you assist Lord Haken to ascend to the throne, the next chief will be yours."

  Hearing this, several lion tribe members exchanged excited glances, and Ke Nan became even more agitated: "In our lion tribe, many people have been dissatisfied with this for a long time. This time the tribal leader led the army to defend against the barbarians at the border is the best opportunity. It's not me boasting, relying on my prestige in the tribe, the lion tribe will once again become the most reliable partner of the wolf tribe."

  Then comforted the overjoyed lion people a few more words, Verona glanced at Haken. The latter understood and immediately asked one of the Mongolians: "Kot Elder, what about you?"

  The elderly Bimon, questioned by Haken, hastily said: "In our tribe, there are also many people who are dissatisfied with Your Majesty... No, it's been a long time since Amada. Everyone misses the glory of Urool Your Majesty in the past. So, we decided to follow the bloodline of Urool Your Majesty and let the beast king's glory return to your hands."

  The elderly representatives of the Bimon tribe, led by Kote, also expressed their support and stated that they would assist Haken in ascending to the throne. The support of these big shots, who represented half of the tribe's power, made Haken overjoyed, his ugly face almost radiating light.

  Unlike Haken, who was lost in the fantasy of sitting on the throne, Verona remained calm. He said to Cort: "Elder Cort, how's that key thing going?"

  "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. Hehe, I'm really looking forward to seeing the expression on that woman's face when she finds out about this on the night of the festival."

  "But shouldn't we take control of all the city gates beforehand? What if Ama escapes when she arrives?"

  Verona said, "No way, the city of Kiba is still under Amada's control after all. Taking action rashly will only make her vigilant. But don't worry, I have everything planned out. On the night of the festival, I'll find a way to draw away some of the Minotaur troops, and then take advantage of the chaos to send a team of wolf riders to occupy each city gate. She won't be able to escape."

  At this time, the proud and careless Ke Nan walked over, with one hand on Verona's shoulder, interrupting: "Verona, relying on our military strength, as long as we catch them off guard, we can definitely take down the entire Langya City in one fell swoop, why bother with such trouble?"

  Verona cast a cold eye on the hand that the Lion tribe member had placed on her shoulder, and said in an even tone: "What you say is certainly not wrong, but this time our actions are not just about overthrowing Amada, but also to establish Lord Haken's rule. So we must make the ignorant masses understand the great justice of this, and the best way to do that is through Phyllis giving them enlightenment. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

  "Hah...hahaha, indeed worthy of the wise and cunning Lord Verona. With you here, we will surely succeed this time." Keenan's face turned red as he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

  "That's right, only Harken can lead the Mongrels, no, the entire Beastman tribe." Kote Elder said excitedly: "As for Raymond, he is just a freak who has nothing to do with the beastmen, heaven knows how Amada gave birth to such an offspring."

  "He's right, he doesn't count as a beastman."

  "We will never acknowledge such a prince, he is Phares' curse."

  Other Miao elders also cursed and scolded, while Hakken's face was already filled with anger when he heard the name Raymond.

  When Cort heard that only Harken could lead the Beastmen, a hint of ridicule flashed in Verona's eyes.

  However, the wolfman with a deep mind did not show any abnormality on the surface. He comforted, "Haken, please don't get angry. After the night of the festival, Raymond will just be an insignificant small role, you can do whatever you like to him."

  Haken's eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a low, hateful tone: "Verona, you don't need to persuade me. Perhaps all of you think that I'm so disgusted with that guy because Raymond occupied the position that should have belonged to me. However, the real reason I loathe that guy is just because of his eyes."

  "What did you say, Aigan?" Verona was slightly startled.

  "That's right, it's the look in his eyes." Haken gritted his teeth and said: "From childhood on, that guy looked at me with a gaze as if he was looking at something insignificant. Although I can crush him to powder with just one hand, I couldn't change the expression on his face when he looks at me, which makes my blood boil, because I know clearly that it's not pretentious, but he really never took me seriously."

  The more he spoke, the more furious Hakken's eyes became: "I can't see through to what's in his heart, but I know it's something completely different from us beastmen. The appearance and all that are irrelevant, but this one point, I couldn't tolerate for even a moment. Because every moment, he reminds me that this guy who claims to be my younger cousin is not a beastman at all!"

  "So, what right does he have to bear the title of prince and stand on our land!!"

  In a fit of rage, Hakken's body rapidly swelled up, and in his loss of sanity, he transformed into something similar to the Mongrel Beast.

  Several Mozu elders were startled, and they hastily stepped forward to hold him: "Your Highness Haken, please calm down. You are the king who will soon rule over the northern wilderness, there's no need to get angry for that kind of guy."

  Over there, due to Haken's frenzy, the stone room was in disarray. At this time, the lion tribe member Kainan approached Verona with a flirtatious smile: "Haken is really too impulsive, I'm starting to doubt whether he can truly become the king of the beastmen."

  Verona said calmly and quietly, "As for this point, it's best not to doubt it. Lord Harken's name of justice will be our strongest weapon."

  "Of course, of course." Keenan nodded repeatedly.

  He then glanced at Verona with an unchanging smile and said, "However, we have already decided that the Lion Tribe will only look up to you."

  It's clear that this cunning Lion Man has already sensed something from Haken and Verona's relationship.

  To his words, Verona showed no expression, he coldly observed the farce in the stone room, as if everything had nothing to do with him anymore.