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Chapter 946 The Speech Of The Lycan King
Chapter 946 The Speech Of The Lycan King
Crystal's POV:
Warren sounded sincere. I was a little surprised that he tried to keep the conversation going. I thought he would at most say a few words to thank me and left.
"It's really no big deal. You don't have to—"
"No, showing my gratitude is one thing. Besides, I do want to befriend you." Warren interrupted me abruptly. He looked calm and serious, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. It seemed as though he had made up his mind to make friends with me. I figured that wasn't a bad thing. Maybe I could even inquire about Flora in a roundabout way.
I had heard from Laura that Flora had a son, but I hadn't heard of any other news. And I was also curious about the relationship between her and Warren. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
I waved my hand awkwardly and said, "Okay, then let's be friends from now on. If you need any help, you can come to me."
Actually, even if Warren didn't come to me for help, I would've done everything in my power to help him secretly if something happened to him or the Silver Moon Pack.
"Same. If you need any help, just come to me." Despite smiling, Warren still looked extremely serious.
"Okay, thanks."
After I answered, we lapsed into silence. I didn't know what else to say, and I didn't dare to bring up a new topic. Previously, when I met Harry, he told me that not only my aura gave me away; my body language, tone of voice, and mannerisms actually all exposed me.
Now Harry and Joanna knew about my identity, which was already very troublesome. In addition, the two kids followed me to the capital, which was also like a ticking time bomb. It'd be really hard to keep things under control if more people found out about my true identity.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Warren, but Rufus was already suspicious of me. If he sensed that something was off and interrogated Warren, Harry, and the others, we would all be doomed.
All of them had their own families and careers. I just didn't want to disturb their peaceful life.
"Sore throat? Your voice is always hoarse."
As expected, Warren suddenly asked about my voice.
I pulled at the collar of my dress uneasily, trying to come up with an excuse. "I have pharyngitis all year round, and I hurt my throat when I quarreled with those werewolves just now."
"I see." Warren didn't ask any more questions and calmly watched the ongoing parade.
It was almost the time for the lycan king's speech. I used this as an excuse to leave. After all, the longer I stood with Warren, the bigger the risk of exposing myself.
Warren didn't stop me. He simply said goodbye to me and proceeded to watch the parade.
I didn't think too much of it and wove my way through the crowd. Soon, I found a spot a little closer to the podium.
And just in time, too. Rufus was making his way to the podium. He wore a traditional black suit of the werewolf race, which had golden embroidery of intricate patterns. A leather belt cinched his strong waist, and a pair of black slacks covered his steady legs. He looked like a god that stepped out of an oil painting.
It was the first time I'd ever seen Rufus in the lycan king's suit. Standing before the podium, his domineering aura was more powerful than that of the former king, Ethan.
The noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Awe was written on everyone's face. In front of them was their powerful king.
I couldn't suppress my excitement; my heart banged against my chest in anticipation. I didn't dare to look straight at his handsome face, so I fixed my gaze on the flowers on the side of the stage.