Chapter 429


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 429 Temporary Sold*iers


    Sylvia’s POV:


    We marched in silence. The initial excitement present when we had set out had long vanished.


    My heart clenched painfully as I thought back to the boy with the moldy bread. Geoffrey took us to his


    house, which was a huge manor. The banquet was held in this resplendent pce. When I entered it, I


    felt like I was transported back to the imperial pce.


    Flora and I exchanged nces and we instantly knew what was running through the other’s minds.


    The werewolf race had a strict hierarchy, including a stringent etiquette system. For example, the cars


    used by an Alpha to get around were not allowed to be more expensive than those used by the lycan


    king. Apart from this, there were also strict rules and regtions regarding the standard and


    architectural style of the residence of an Alpha, which could not be broken.


    It was obvious that Alpha Geoffrey had gone against these stated rules. Geoffrey asked us to take our


    seats, giving Rufus the chair at the head of the table. The long table decorated with aromatic flowers


    wasden with scrumptious food.


    As my mind shed back to the werewolves who were stealing to fill their stomachs beyond the


    colossal wall, I lost my appetite. The rage burning inside me made me want to destroy this excessive


    disy of wealth in front of me.


    I peeked at Rufus, who was standing across from me. His face still betrayed no emotions. He didn’t say


    anything and sat down like everything was normal. “Take a seat,” he ordered.


    The other sold*iers obeyed hismand and quickly found chairs to sit down on.


    However, the six members of my team didn’t move a muscle. We all stood stock-still at the table with


    wooden expressions.


    Harry snorted, his face a mask of fury. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could voice


    his thoughts, Rufus reprimanded him harshly.


    “What are you doing?” Rufus shot us a cold re and tapped the table with his slender fingers.


    “Sold*iers are not allowed to disobey an order given by their superiors. Those who break a rule will be


    punished ording to military regtions.”


    No one dared to protest now. Harry and the others quietly sat down at the table. I met Rufus’ eyes and


    looked away immediately. I had understood his meaning.


    Rufus had covertly given us the hint that I was the only one from our elite team who had been granted


    a military rank. The rest of them were contractual sold*iers.


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    And since I had been a sl*ve before and didn’t have a formal address registered anywhere, it was


    particrly vexatious for me to go through all the formalities for enrolling myself in the military. So far,


    the procedure had not beenpleted.


    That meant I was not an official sold*ier either. To outsiders, it looked like Rufus had scolded us, but in


    fact, he had indicated that our elite team didn’t have to stick by the military rules, because we were not


    real sold*iers yet.


    However, we hadn’t figured out the reality of the situation yet, so we would have to keep our impulses


    under control.


    The banquet soon began. Flora and Harry were sitting on either side of me. Both of them were only


    picking at their food. Rufus sat at the head of the table with a stern expression. Geoffrey, on the other


    hand, sat on one side of him with a big smile on his face as he tried to b*tter Rufus up.


    When no one was paying us any attention, I pulled Flora and Harry closer to me and whispered, “Rufus


    just said that sold*iers aren’t allowed to disobey a military order. But we are not real sold*iers, not yet;


    so those rules don’t apply to us.”


    Flora’s eyes widened and she said in a low voice, “You are right!”


    “So, we…” Harry covered his mouth to hide this pleasant surprise as his eyes danced with excitement.


    I nodded with a smile. “Yes, we’ll sneak out to investigate together when it’s dark.”


    “Okay!” Flora was eager to start the probe.


    Harry turned to look at Warren, who was focused on cutting his steak, and asked in a low voice, “Are


    we also taking him along with us? Warren is the strongest of us.” I hesitated for a moment. I hadn’t


    included Warren in our ns just now because he was Flora’s ex-boyfriend. I was worried that she


    would be ufortable in his presence.


    I fixed my gaze on her and raised my eyebrows, wanting to hear her opinion.


    However, she turned her head and pretended she hadn’t heard this exchange. Her answer was clear–


    she didn’t want Warren toe along with us.