Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 523 Confrontation Between the Two Sides
Flora’s POV:
Because Geoffrey himself gave the order, the gatekeepers had no choice but to walk towards the gate in an orderly fashion.
With a loud creak, the gate slowly swung open. Through the opening, I could already see that many werewolves on the other side of the wall had gathered. They must have been attracted by the commotion we had made earlier when we fought off the guards.
Their faces were pale and thin, their eyes sunken and lifeless. Old and young werewolves alike, no matter their age, they all shared a similar look.
I couldn’t help but turn around and look at the werewolves who lived inside the wall. They were all well-dressed. Some even wore a hat and a tie to breakfast, which made them look inexplicably affluent and formal. I also noticed the looks on their faces. They all glared at the werewolves outside the wall with disdain. Some of them even took out clean, perfumed handkerchiefs to cover their noses, as though they could smell the werewolves from the other side of the wall.
A few ragged and emaciated children with big, bright eyes looked to us with curiosity. “The gate can be opened?!”
“What’re they wearing? They look so beautiful!”
“I can smell bread. It smells so good…”
One of the children was bold enough to take a step forward, sniffing the air with great interest. But an adult soon yanked him backward.
“Don’t step out of line, or else the vampires will eat you.”
What a stark contrast!
The werewolves outside the wall just looked at us silently. None of them dared to make a noise, as though they were hollow scarecrows pecked at by wild birds.
Standing beside Warren, I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. Geoffrey turned to us and smiled. “What’re you waiting for?”
I pursed my lips unhappily and tugged at Warren’s sleeve. “Let’s go.”
Warren also looked solemn. Glancing down at me, he nodded and said, “Okay.”
He strode forward. I gathered my bearings then caught up to Warren as he walked past the gate.
“They want to tell you something,” pointing at me and Warren, Geoffrey addressed the werewolves on the other side of the wall. He was grinning from ear to ear, which made my skin crawl.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Hello! We’re from the imperial city and we’re here to help you.”
As soon as I finished my opening, there was a burst of mocking laughter from inside the wall, as though the werewolves were scoffing at the very idea.
Subconsciously, I took a small step back, but I suddenly felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I looked up and met Warren’s steady gaze. “Don’t worry. I’m here,” he said.
I nodded slightly. I plucked up the courage to look at the werewolves before me and cleared my throat. “As long as you’re willing to trust me, we can definitely give you justice.”
I couldn’t restrain the excitement in my voice, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I spoke. “Are you, werewolves of this side of the wall, willing to demolish the wall and everything it represents? Are you willing to abolish the current disgusting caste system?”
In order to convince them, I hurriedly took out a pen and the stack of pet*ition papers. “This is a pet*ition to tear down the wall. I know that many of you might not have access to the Internet, so I printed out hardcopies.”
In order to let the werewolves in the back of the crowd see it, I raised the pet*ition papers high above my head.
“Just trust me. As long as you sign this pet*ition, we will do our best to help you. This wall should never have existed. You are also the members of the werewolf race. You shouldn’t have become vampire prey!” I looked around at the dirty faces in front of me and felt a lump in my throat.
But, to my surprise, no one spoke. Other than the howling wind, it was as though time itself had stopped.
I was stunned and refused to believe what I was seeing, so I repeated what I had just said.
But I was still met with silence. No one spoke or stepped forward. They all exchanged glances but tacitly maintained silence.
They didn’t even react, as though they were sneering at me quietly.
Trembling slightly, I lowered my hands. I felt as though my heart had been stabbed with a sharp knife, and it bled painfully.