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Chapter 665 Found a New Prey

"Go away."

Yu Xia was in no mood to deal with the group of Tiger Division sentries.

Arturo scratched his head. "Go away? This is our Tiger Tribe's territory, little princess. Where do you want us to go?"

After hearing this, Yu Xia's gaze fell on the road sign at the fork in the road, which clearly read "Tiger Division".

Unbeknownst to her, she had wandered to the area outside the Tiger Tribe's residence.

She looked away, lowered her head, and prepared to leave.

Arturo noticed that the little princess's eyes were red, so he strode forward and stopped her. "Little princess, who made you unhappy?"

Yu Xia wanted to drink him away, but when she looked up, before she could say anything, tears started falling.

She swore she really didn't want to cry.

It's just that inexplicable emotions surge up, bringing forth physical tears.

Then Arturo saw this and assumed she had been bullied.

If you can make this proud little princess cry, then she must have suffered a great injustice.

"Don't cry!" Arturo was at a loss. "Tell me who bullied you, and I'll get revenge for you!"

Arturo's resolute face, with its distinct features, usually looks a bit simple-minded, but when he gets serious, it becomes fierce and intimidating.

Yu Xia looked at him without saying a word.

Arturo grew even more anxious, pacing back and forth in front of her. Yu Xia felt as if a mountain was moving in front of her.

She was floating in mid-air, but she wasn't even as tall as him.

What does this big guy eat to grow so strong?

Yu Xia was lost in thought, and Arturo, thinking she was grieving, was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Meanwhile, Farrellmetheus and his companions were attending a postwar conference.

Representatives from all sides, large and small, gathered around a long table, some standing and some sitting, discussing in hushed tones, each with a solemn expression on their face.

The establishment of logistical defenses took them a considerable amount of time due to various minor unforeseen circumstances, but fortunately, no major problems arose.

The biggest problem right now is that there are too few guides, which is not enough to purify and guide the sentinels' mental landscape. Many sentinels have developed symptoms of mental pollution such as mania and hallucinations.

Since there aren't enough guides, we can only temporarily use guide hormones to suppress mental pollution.

"The guide hormones are being depleted too quickly, and this is only the outer perimeter; there are hundreds of pollution sources of varying sizes in the North Second District."

"Yes, we've only cleaned up a few sources of pollution. We need to speed things up, otherwise it will be even harder to move forward."

"What speeding up? The sentries can't withstand such heavy pollution; they need to rest."

“You’re right, the sentries are tired, the guides are tired, we need to rest properly.”

"According to the plan, we should have advanced to the second teleportation point yesterday. The rate at which the pollution is growing won't wait for us."

"Then we'll have to risk our lives."

The leaders of the various factions argued incessantly. Everyone was more or less affected by the alienation, and their tempers were not very good. The arguments grew louder and louder, and the air gradually became filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Only the sea creatures remained silent; even the usually cheerful and talkative Metis kept his eyes downcast and remained silent.

Harrison noticed the unusual situation on the sea tribe's side, and looked away from the arguing crowd to the sea tribe royals diagonally opposite.

Metis twirled an ice puck in his hand, his silent frustration palpable.

Farrell stood ramrod straight, his expression serious, glancing down at his wrist every now and then. The most enigmatic Dream, elbow propped on the table, roamed the hall, seemingly observing everyone, yet his gaze was unfocused, revealing a lack of interest.

Everyone was worried about the contaminated area, but their minds seemed to be elsewhere.

Harrison narrowed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and loosened his wrist cuffs.

Charles, who was standing nearby, noticed Harrison's relaxed movements and glanced at him.

This is Harrison's aggressive stance, meaning he has found new prey.

Charles followed his gaze and saw the sea creatures.

Charles pushed up his glasses; it seemed he was still a formidable prey.

Compared to the restlessness of the other sentinels, the sea creatures' calm and composed demeanor made the sentinels seem like ordinary soldiers.

"Why didn't your sea princess come?"

The noisy hall fell silent because of this sentence.

The speaker was a leader of the Bear Tribe. He meant no harm, but he just felt something was off. He had attended most of the meetings at the outpost and had seen the Sea Clan princess a few times, but after entering the contaminated zone, he hadn't seen her again, whether on the front lines cleaning up the mutated creatures or at meetings.

This princess is currently the highest leader of the sea tribe. It's one thing for her not to be on the front lines, but why doesn't she even attend meetings?
The others also found it strange and all looked at the sea tribe royals.

Upon hearing what the bear chieftain said, Farrell and the others all frowned in unison.

"Are we not enough?" Metis tossed the ice puck in his hand and swept it across the crowd. "What we know, Your Highness will also know."

Metis wanted to say that the little princess didn't like attending these kinds of meetings, and although she didn't say it, he could sense it.

However, in this serious setting, he couldn't afford to lose the dignity of a little princess.

"Is Your Highness unwell?" asked one of the leaders of the Feather Tribe.

Someone whispered, "I heard that the highest-ranking members of the sea race need to boost the energy of their lower-ranking members. The sea race treasures it."

Another person joked, "They're all sentinels, do you think they're afraid we won't rob them? The sea creatures' abilities are useless against us anyway."

"It's useless to us, but that princess is quite strong. She defeated the Tiger Tribe leader in the arena. How can someone so powerful hide in the back?"

These words immediately stirred up the discontent among the crowd.

“If you cannot respect the survival rules of our sea race,” Bello said slowly, “we don’t need to participate in future meetings. Just let us know if anything comes up.”

Bello coldly swept his gaze across the hall filled with sentinels, who exuded a frenzied aura and whose pheromones were aggressive, threatening to turn the place into a gladiatorial arena at any moment.

How could they let His Highness stay with them? It's like walking into a wolf's den.

Some people in the crowd were still talking about the matter when the screeching sound of chairs scraping the floor interrupted the murmurs in the hall.

Farrell stood up.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Farrell asked Ryan.

Ryan smiled and said, "There's nothing important, Chief Farrell. Please give my regards to Her Highness the Princess."

Farrell's gaze swept over everyone in the hall. "And you? Do you have something to discuss with our princess, or do you want to greet her?"

His tone was devoid of emotion, but his eyes were as gloomy as dark clouds before a storm, putting immense pressure on the sentry leaders.

"Please give my regards to the princess." The leader of the Feather Tribe broke the silence, nodded to Farrell, and looked directly into Farrell's eyes. "If possible, please allow me to pay my respects to Her Highness the princess."

After she finished speaking, Bello said, "This requires His Highness's consent."

There will be another chapter later, KuKu is writing!