The tea was scalding hot, its steam rising in wisps.
Only the finest tea leaves could be offered to Xavier, and the aroma gradually permeated Chloe's fingers.
The curve of her lips was particularly friendly, showing no trace of the haughty demeanor she had displayed earlier while in Xavier's arms.
It was just an ordinary cup of tea, but Blake's gaze fixed upon it betrayed a hint of fear, and he even cast a hesitant glance at Chloe.
Seeing this, Chloe pursed her lips in boredom.
Is this all? He can't even act properly.
She had thought his level would be much higher and more impressive.
So, Chloe pushed the tea forward a bit more, urging:
"Drink up, General. Why aren't you drinking?"
"Why do you look so on guard? There's no poison in this tea, what are you panicking about?"
As her words fell, silence descended upon the tent.
Indeed, there was no poison in the tea, so why was Blake so reluctant to accept and drink it?
Was it simply that he had no mood or appetite, or did he have something to hide?
Come to think of it, the soldier who came in to serve the tea seemed to have been one of Blake's trusted men before.
With this, everyone present made up their minds.
Just as they were at an impasse, Xavier suddenly stood up and lifted Chloe.
Chloe immediately scowled, gritting her teeth:
"Let go of me."
Xavier ignored her and directly took the half cup of tea from her hand, his tone indifferent:
"Since he's unwilling to drink it, let me force it down his throat."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Blake's face instantly showed an expression of terror.
He struggled to back away, but before he could retreat more than a few steps, Blake's chin was gripped, and a great force compelled him to lift his head.
Xavier moved with elegance, leisurely pouring the half cup of water down Blake's throat.
Almost the moment the tea was forced down, Blake's expression went blank for an instant.
This was immediately followed by uncontrollable retching, as he vomited a large amount of viscous yellow or white liquid.
It was extremely nauseating.
Chloe, disgusted, climbed a bit further into Xavier's embrace.
Xavier moved his fingers slightly and commanded:
"Take him away, keep him under observation for a week."
Today's interrogation was thus concluded.
However, it didn't take a week; merely three days later, Blake died of a ruptured body in prison.
The military doctor said that his internal organs had been completely corroded, and it was a miracle he had survived for three days.
After examining Blake's injuries, Xavier calmly announced to all the officers and soldiers:
Blake had intended to harm the Ancestor, his heart was treacherous, and his death was well-deserved.
What followed was a purge of the entire military camp.
Bullying was rampant within the Second Border Army, and apart from Aaron, everyone else received fifty lashes and had five months' wages deducted.
Moreover, Xavier selected one of his confidants to replace Blake's position.
From then on, the entire Second Border Army camp took on a completely new appearance.
Watching the soldiers emerge from the punishment hall, hunched over after receiving their fifty lashes, Chloe tugged at Xavier's sleeve and stood on tiptoe to ask:
"Did Blake really commit all those crimes Kewen mentioned?"
Xavier looked down at her, a faint smile on his lips:
"Except for the first one, all the others were fabricated."
Hearing this, Chloe raised her eyebrows in surprise and commented:
"Cunning and treacherous."
To this, Xavier made no response.
"Our people uncovered some of his dealings with the Werewolf Race. His genetic reverence for the Ancestor's bloodline was probably removed at that time."
"Such a person cannot be kept around. At the same time, we need a commander on the border who can communicate directly with me."
"The Werewolf Race has great ambitions."
The Vampire Race had a peculiar trait: no matter what unfortunate events occurred within their territory, their first suspicion always fell on the Werewolf Race.
One reason was that the Vampire Race and the Werewolf Race were sworn enemies; the other reason was that the Werewolf Race was truly despicable.
Mainly because the current Werewolf King was particularly vile.
On the surface, he greeted people with a smile, but behind the scenes, he was constantly scheming.
It was hard for anyone to trust them.
In the daily confrontations, Xavier's prejudice against the Werewolf Race deepened, to the point where he could roll his eyes indiscriminately at the sight of any werewolf.
In such an environment, the fact that Xavier could still be polite to Daniel was truly a testament to the great face he gave to Chloe.
"So, are the matters here resolved?" Chloe asked, releasing Xavier's sleeve.
Xavier looked at her and nodded slightly:
"Yes, more or less."
"But there are other things to attend to."
Xavier felt this was an oversight on his part. If the Werewolf Race could secretly harm his people, then the Vampire Race should certainly return the favor with a gift of equal measure.
He intended to groom Chloe as his heir, so he told her about these covert plans without any concealment.
After listening, Chloe pondered for a moment: "So what do you plan to do?"
Hearing this, a hint of laughter appeared in Xavier's dark red eyes, like melted caramel slowly flowing down a candy:
"You should know that the Vampire Race's intelligence stations in Werewolf territory are never too few, only too many."
Hearing these words, Chloe vaguely understood.
This was the rhythm of infiltrating the enemy's ranks.
Speaking of this, Xavier sternly admonished:
"Don't tell your little Werewolf friend everything in detail."
Chloe understood this in her heart; she knew all of this.
But she couldn't help asking one more question:
"What's the purpose of all these arrangements you're making, and who are they targeting?"
Just this one question allowed Xavier to see through Chloe's little thoughts.
He sighed and said:
"It has nothing to do with the ordinary Werewolf civilians. My opponent has always been the old Werewolf King."
That insidious, cunning, and treacherous leader of the Werewolf Race.
Such a scum who liked to conduct illegal genetic research in secret would be better off in hell sooner rather than later.
Unfortunately, the Werewolf Race's confidentiality work was well done. The Vampire Race didn't have sufficient evidence to accuse them, and even if it was reported, apart from slightly damaging their reputation, there would be no other substantial impact on the Werewolf Race.
This was the worst part.
Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly, and he patted Chloe's head, signaling her to return:
"Alright, you've been busy for so long, you should go back to the Lord's mansion and rest."
"Oh."
Hearing this, Chloe bounced away from Xavier's side, but after a while, she turned back:
"By the way, it's been so long, are you still going to worship the deity later?"
Xavier: "It depends, but if you need it, I can let you come along with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chloe turned and ran.
Only a fool would kneel there for a whole day without food or water. She had no intention of doing such a grueling task.
While thinking this, Chloe called out to her buddies on the way to leave the military camp.
However, Qin Huaibei hesitated and couldn't get the words out.
Chloe sensed something wasn't quite right:
"What's the matter?"
Qin Huaibei's face reddened, looking quite embarrassed:
"Daniel broke the metal spring bed in the camp, and now the soldiers are saying they won't let Daniel leave unless it's fixed."
Chloe: "..."
"How does this kid manage to cause trouble wherever he goes?"
