The Devil's Evolution Catalog

Chapter 132: Dawson's Ploy

According to legends, the ancestor of the werewolves was a giant wolf know as Nightblade. He used to be the mount of the Moon Goddess till one day he decided to confess his love for his master. The Moon Goddess had never once thought that he would confess to her as Nightblade was merely a mount in her heart. Thus she felt insulted by his gesture which she felt had profaned her. In a fit of anger, she banished the wolf to the mortal realm.

Nightblades banishment pained him greatly as he couldnt understand why the Moon Goddess treated him this way especially since she had treated him so well prior to his confession. Every full moon, he would let forth an extended howl at the moon to express his longing for the Moon Goddess. It was his hope that one day the goddess would take him back and make him her mount once more.

Unfortunately, this wish was dashed not long after as the Moon Goddess found a new mount. It was a giant wolf just like him except that it was a white wolf whose name was Frostblade.

Having lost all hope of returning to the goddess side, the heartbroken Nightblade was stricken by a deep sense of anger and despair as he realized that it was no longer possible that the goddess would ever come for him.

This anger overwhelmed the wolf causing him to go on a murderous rampage where he tore apart any living creature he came across. Whether it was an animal or a human, none escaped his all-consuming wrath. As he continued his rampage, the number of victims rapidly ballooned. Among his victims were countless humans who mostly died except for a miniscule fraction who barely managed to survive.

Yet these survivors found out that they had been cursed. Whenever the moon was full, they would turn into werewolves

-From >

No, thats too dangerous Lady Mo Ke, you mustnt go! Shouted Dioh who hadnt talked to me since I revealed my devilish nature,

Saving lives is more important. I threw him an expressionless look and while he had his head lowered in guilt, emphasized this next point: Ive said so many times already, dont call me lady, Im a man.

Dioh:

In order to win the trust of the bandits, I silenced all the opposition and slowly made my way to the bandits. Yet just as I took a few steps forward, a bandit minion jumped out.

Put down your weapons, the one on your waist and the one on your back as well.

Disarm myself? Theres no way I would do something as foolish as thatwithout my weapons, I was basically a sheep walking into a den of wolves. But would they release the hostages if I didnt do so? They didnt seem that dumb either.

Seeing as I refused to disarm myself, we entered another stalemate once more. However, this continued for only a few seconds before one of the bandits whispered into the troop leaders ears after which he gave a grandiose wave of his hand and said: Let her come over, just her alone. As for her weapons, so what if she has them? With so many people on our side, is there even a need for us to fear her?

Are you sure thats cerebral fluid in your brains and not glue? Is there even a person dumb enough to allow the hostage to keep her weapons of his own accord?!

Thus, my armed self ended up as their hostage. The first thing they did when I reached them was to immediately surround me as a precaution. Putting aside my concern for the girls for now, I coldly swept my eyes over the gathered bandits. The majority of them were merely one-stars with the strongest being the troop leader who was a two-star. As for their weapons, they were ordinary weapons without any unique attributes to speak of. In a head-on fight, I was confident I could escape even if I couldnt win.

Can you release the girls now?

Now? Like hell I will. Thats not happening till we leave the bastille.

Seeing him try to go back on his words didnt surprise me one bit but given that I was already a part of this mess, I might as well see it through to the end.

With unwillingness in their eyes, the hunters could only watch as I was brought out of the Wolfs Fang Bastille. In the midst of all that, the bandits tried multiple times to get acquainted with my body but was rebuffed by my unyielding attitude. I dont know why but it felt like he didnt want me to fight with his subordinates. It was probably because George and the others were still nearby so they didnt dare to act.

So we continued onwards till it neared nightfall. Even after a days worth of tracking, the hunters were still doggedly following our tracks so the troop leader made the decision to actually release the hostages just as he said. To think he actually he went through with his promiseand here I was mulling over what to do should he decide to go back on his word.

Was it truly as he said that bringing them along with him was a burden? Either way, this was an unexpectedly better outcome than what I had envisioned.

By now, the girls were indeed starting to lag behind because of their frail, battered bodies so perhaps he really did let them go in lieu of our mobility. Of course, it could just be that he was fulfilling his bargain. As the bandits began chasing away the women, they turned to me with moistened eyes which revealed a gamut of emotions within them.

Some were stoic as they passed by me, some with stunned as they shuffled past me while some bowed as a sign of gratitude, either way, no matter whether they acknowledged me or not, they all left with tears in their eyes.

A while later, I found out that not all the girls left as expected. Gills girlfriend was the sole exception to that rule as she decided to stay behind while holding onto Gills hands. In her eyes, I couldnt any trace of envy towards the leaving girls.

I guess in the end thats the sad truth isnt it? After going through all that, those girls would probably never regain their bright future again. Even if they managed to get married, they would most likely be mistreated because of this sordid history. While they didnt ask for such a fate, reality wasnt one to bend to mankinds will. Whatever you did in the past, whether it was done of your own volition or not, might end up causing irreparable damage to your future.

In a sense, you could take it as once a thief, always a thief.

{In the past, I remembered watching a drama called >. In it was a female lead that played the role of a female student who had been raped in the past. After getting married, her husband often throw out this phrase whenever they got into an argument: Dont forget about your past!

In other words, do not forget that youre not a virgin.

Very goodsuch an upstanding character he was

Despite being ridiculed for that, the husband still thought that the girl had a part to play in being unable to safeguard her chastity.

In of that light, Gills girlfriend was extremely fortunate to have found a loyal boyfriend like him. If Im not mistaken, her name was Scarlet?}

Forget it, talking about all that now was pointless, I just hope that the girls will be able to have a better future ahead of them. Perhaps they could flee to a place where no one knew them.

As I saw them off silently with my eyes, I was unceremoniously dragged forward by the bandits. Yet, I held my tongue for now. Now wasnt the time to turn on them yetthese bandits might turn around and go after the girls once more if I were to attack them now. After all, I still wasnt completely confident in my ability to handle 10 bandits at once.

By now, the sun had set completely and darkness had fallen. It was roughly seven or eight in the night when we came to an open forest clearing.

As they had left in a hurry, the bandits didnt have time to pack any dried rations for themselves. Thus, having not eaten for an entire day, their stomachs were on the verge of revolting from hunger. For the most part however, their hunger didnt affect me. What was concerning on the other hand was the sporadic wolf howls I heard in the background. Night time was the hunting time for wild animals after all.

Having roughly determined that the hunters wouldnt catch up to us for a while, the troop leader suddenly halted and stretched out his arm in a bid to confiscate Shadowfang.

This spot should do. Devil, how about giving me that blade on your back?

Give it to you? I sneered at the stocky man and said: Do you think thats possible?

Dont forget youre currently surrounded by us and those hunters wont catch up to us for a while. I suggest you dont endanger your life needlessly.

You actually dare to lay your hands on me despite knowing that George and the others are in the vicinity, arent you a bold one.

Hahaha, do you think theyll even have the chance to catch up to us? Those hunters are probably too busy to care about you right now.

What do you mean? According to what I know, Dawson had already left the bastille for god knows where and there was no other leader figure left in the troupe who could stand against those two three-star hunters.

Did I miss out something?

Dont bother guessing, let me enlighten you instead. Still remember those wolf howls you heard just now?

Wolf howls! I get it now! Those wolves werent out hunting in the night but were instead attacking George and the othersbut how is that possible? The only person who could control such large numbers was Dawson but didnt that man leave the bastille already? Wait, we only determined that based off what those minions told us and not with our own two eyes.

It was highly possible that Dawson sneaked back into the bastille and spread out false information about himself

Considering that the village still needed to settle some matters, the village needed a three-star warrior and some hunters to stay behind as an insurance against another raid. Thus, Moranthal had to stay behind. Furthermore, with all those casualties they suffered after that chaotic battle, recovery potions were a must in order to save that many villagers.

However, such potions were expensive and posed a safety problem of their own. If the person buying them didnt have a large sum of money with him, he wouldnt be able to purchase enough potions. Yet if he did, he ran the risk of being robbed. In other words, Eddison was the only logical choice here that could safely run this errand especially given his merchant background

In other words, the villagers could at most send out two three-stars along with some hunters to chase after the bandits; in this case, it was George and Io leading the expedition.

With that much strength, there was basically no danger of them being wiped out but what iftheir goal wasnt to wipe us out?

Dawsons over there? Even though I didnt state a direction in particular, the troop leader understood the meaning behind my words.

The Big Chief is indeed commanding the wolves. The troop leader admitted nonchalantly. Looks like he was pretty confident about capturing me seeing as he had 10 people with him. Thus, he had no qualms about revealing Dawsons ploy.

Big Chief knew that you all would come knocking so he ordered us to put on this show for you all. Who wouldve thought that you would actually be dumb enough to risk yourself for a bunch of whor*s. Even Im starting to wondering if youre really a selfish devil. How about you take off that mask so I can have a gander right now. If youre pretty enough, I might just spare your life.

Dawsons after this blade isnt he? I gave the blade on my back a pat. Too bad for him, Ill never hand it over. If he wants it, he can come get it himself.

Hah, youre still trying to act tough in a situation like this, Demoness? To some extent, the troop leader still had enough brains to not overestimate himself and instead commanded the other bandits to act. Get her! The Big Chief has spoken, as long as we bring him the blade, everyone will be heavily rewarded. As for that for demoness, her life or death is of no concern!

KILL!