Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 260 - 260 Gathering Information

260 Gathering Information

Slayer and the other man continued examining other bodies as well, especially the ones with bullet holes in them.

After quite a while, they came to the conclusion that the silver bullets alone didn’t do much damage to a werewolf’s body. However, when it came down to the heart, the silver bullets were bad news.

They discovered that, if the bullets did as little as graze past the heart, their hearts seemed to turn into rocks, possibly leading to instant death.

“I should inform the alpha right away. He seems to be greatly underestimating those red-eyes,” Slayer mumbled to himself as his eyes dilated.

The other man who was crouching by his side also heard him. And he looked at that giant man and asked, “Shouldn’t we also inform the King? Or at the very least, the beta of my pack?”

Slayer slightly turned his head and gave a piercing side glare to that man. And he asked in a low rumbling voice, “You want to inform that old man?” He scoffed and mockingly said, “Try to recall what he did after our King was humiliated in that hall that was full of important guests from all over the world.”

That man lowered his head and answered disappointedly, “You are right. He did nothing and asked us to do nothing.”

“Yes!” Slayer narrowed his eyes at that man and gritted from between his teeth, “Why? Because Jerome is a coward who doesn’t want to risk getting kicked out of his dwindling position.”

He got up on his feet and then kept on ranting about the Beta of the Crestfire clan, “All he does is hover around the King as if he is still a baby who doesn’t know how to walk, and he keeps on restricting the King from taking any sensible action. I am sure he was the one to convince the King into letting such a serious offense slide.”

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He turned his head in the opposite direction of their capital and looked in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and grumbled, “Being a King of another Kingdom doesn’t give that vampire a pass to humiliate our King like that. By humiliating our King, he humiliated all of us. He humiliated our whole race.”

The other man clenched his fist and looked down at the all bodies that lay in front of them. And he agreed with the Slayer, “You are right. That’s why we wanted to join hands with you when we heard that you wanted to take revenge on behalf of the King, on behalf of our future alpha. We couldn’t just sit around and act as if nothing happened during that ball.”

He then hung his head low and sighed in disappointment. “But those vampires killed all of our brave volunteers. Just how many of them were here? As far as I am aware, that Vampire King had just brought a handful of guards with him. So, how did they manage to kill so many of us? They should have been able to capture everyone and bring them back to the capital to face the judgment.”

Slayer clenched his jaw and his fists and glared at the dead body in front of him. And he screamed in rage in his mind, ‘These many werewolves should have been enough to slay each and every one of those vampires as well as that Crown Prince. But they are the ones who got killed instead! I wonder how many of those vampires these useless bastards were able to kill.’

Just when he was wondering if the other party incurred any loss on their side, the men who had gone in search of the owners of the inn returned and stood in front of him.

Slayer looked up and darted his eyes around in search of the extra person they had brought along with them. But to his utter dismay, they had returned empty-handed. “Where is the owner? I thought I asked you all to bring the owner alive.”

All five of those men hung their heads low and then answered, “It seems like the owners of the inn escaped. And as for the villagers, they said they didn’t witness the battle. All they heard were the gunshots and the screams. And one of the villagers at the far end of the village said that he heard a lot of carriages and horses leaving after an hour or so.”

Slayer closed his eyes and scoffed in disbelief. He clenched his teeth in rage. All of the veins on his forehead and neck started to visibly bulge when he asked in a low growl, “So, you are saying that none of the villagers have any information regarding the battle?”

The man who had spoken earlier began to tremble slightly. And his voice cracked as he answered, “Y-Yes, Milord. We couldn’t get any useful information. I apologize on behalf of all of us.”

Slayer suddenly jumped on his feet and stood in front of that man within a matter of a second. He towered over that man like a tree and then growled as he looked down on that man, “Apology won’t be enough to know if your fellow wolves were successful in hurting or killing at least one of those red-eyes now, will it?”

“No, sir.” the werewolf hung his head low in fear.

“Then go and search for anyone who witnessed the battle. If not the owners, find someone else!” Slayer snarled at that man.

The angry beta was clenching his fists tightly so as to resist raising his hand and unintentionally killing that wolf from the other clan. If it was someone from his own clan then he would have smacked the life out of the wolf by now.

All five of the werewolves were about to rush towards the village once more when they all heard someone’s voice.

“Umm… Hello!”

They all turned their heads to look in the direction from where the voice was coming.

Slayer furrowed his brows when he saw a young boy standing far away from them. His eyes were glued to the corpses that lay on the ground. But the beta didn’t see an iota of fear or disgust in that boy’s eyes. All he saw in those light-brown eyes was a determined look and a hint of rage.

“What is it, boy?” Slayer asked in his hoarse voice.

The boy took a few steps forward and replied, “I saw them. The red eyes.”