The "they" Xavier referred to was actually a recently established business association called "Mosby".
The individuals in this organization were all dangerous characters who lived on the edge, not harmless scholarly merchants by any means. Their methods in the business world were ruthless. Once they set their sights on something, they would latch on like venomous snakes and refuse to let go. They wouldn't release their prey without taking a pound of flesh.
Moreover, the boss of the Mosby association could be described as a visionary genius. Though the association had only been established for three or four years, they had managed to perfectly avoid all risks, continuously expanding their territory and amassing wealth at an alarming rate. The financial power of the Mosby association was now immeasurable, not to mention the private coffers of the boss behind it all. One could only imagine how incredibly wealthy they were.
Furthermore, the Mosby association was extremely domineering. They had purchased trade routes connecting various races across the continent for transporting their goods. These trade routes belonging to the Mosby association were strictly off-limits to outsiders. Trespassers invariably met with a fatal end.
Although Kewen had never directly encountered anyone from the Mosby association, as the eyes and ears of the Progenitor, he had heard far too many such stories and couldn't help but feel terrified. Now, hearing Xavier's words, he was filled with admiration:
"As expected of the Progenitor. But will they really make way? If not, wouldn't that mean..."
Kewen didn't finish his sentence, but Xavier understood his meaning.
Xavier gave him a cold look, his dark red eyes icy, clearly displeased.
Kewen immediately surrendered and apologized, shutting his mouth without another word.
What else could be said about the Progenitor?
Looking at his arrogant demeanor, it was obvious he didn't take anyone seriously.
However, this Mosby association...
Kewen clicked his tongue, still feeling they were no small trouble.
Those desperate black market dealers were not to be trifled with. They weren't on the same side, and the fear was that they would refuse to let go, needlessly stirring up trouble.
Since the Progenitor didn't seem concerned, Kewen, as his capable assistant, naturally had to pay extra attention.
Thinking this, he quietly retreated.
It would be better to go ahead and establish good relations with those guarding the trade routes.
...
Chloe slept deeply, feeling that the sensation beneath her was different from the cold, hard sleeping bag. It seemed to have suddenly become soft.
When she woke up, she saw completely unfamiliar tent decorations.
Xavier was a very particular person. For instance, at this moment, even though they were staying in a simple tent, he had gone to great lengths to decorate it in a manner befitting his status as the Progenitor of the vampire race.
From the desk and wooden chairs to the lanterns and bead strings hanging from the top of the tent, and even the murals and painted decorations on the sides, everything elevated this tent far beyond its humble origins.
Chloe immediately recognized that this extravagantly decorated tent must belong to her adoptive father, Xavier.
Chloe rolled out of bed, quickly changed her clothes after making sure no one was around, and walked towards the tent entrance.
By now, daylight was bright, and many people had gathered around the central bonfire outside the tent, all preparing breakfast for the day.
The No.1 Military Academy's side had already started roasting meat, while the vampire soldiers were preparing their whole roast lamb.
The relationship between the two groups seemed quite good. Vampire soldiers often received food from The No.1 Military Academy students, coexisting very harmoniously.
Chloe arrived just as the whole roast lamb was perfectly cooked.
One of the soldiers spotted her and immediately sliced off a plump lamb leg, wrapping it in clean oiled paper before handing it to her:
"Young miss, here, have a lamb leg!"
"This part has the most and the tenderest meat! We'll sprinkle some seasoning on it for you!"
Chloe first went to rinse her mouth, then accepted the lamb leg and sat by the bonfire to roast it.
The No.1 Military Academy's side was also busy with their meat roasting. When Qin Huaibei noticed her sitting with the vampire soldiers, he called out to the others to join her.
When Anderson came over, he was holding a plate of vegetables:
"Have some of these. It's not good to eat only meat all the time. Mind your digestion."
Seeing the green leafy vegetables, Chloe's enthusiasm immediately wilted, and she turned away, pretending not to have seen them.
But Anderson sat quietly beside her, neither urging nor constantly persuading her like Xavier would have done.
This made Chloe feel guilty about not eating the vegetables.
Plus, constantly gnawing on meat did seem a bit greasy.
Chloe hesitated for a moment, but finally turned back and picked up a piece of vegetable with her chopsticks, putting it in her mouth.
She ate the vegetables bit by bit, and from the corner of her eye, she seemed to see Anderson's lips curl into a slight smile, leaving her with mixed feelings.
What the hell, they're so happy just because I'm eating vegetables.
Especially later, when Xavier emerged from who knows where, and upon seeing Chloe eating vegetables, he actually reached out to pat her head, sincerely praising her:
"Well done."
Chloe: "?"
Watching Xavier casually sit down beside her, Chloe's face remained expressionless.
So this was a world where you get praised just for eating your vegetables properly? How educational.
Chloe's expression was complex as she took another bite of the dry vegetables.
The morning's festivities didn't last long, as Xavier soon gathered his troops, reportedly to continue towards the werewolf territory.
Ren Yunying remained silent for a moment, and this time, surprisingly, didn't say anything. She only called Chloe over and instructed them to move along with Xavier.
The drastic change in attitude shocked Chloe:
"Why aren't you asking me to stop him now?"
Ren Yunying pursed her lips: "The elves are elves, and the werewolves are werewolves. Generally speaking, the werewolves are more despicable."
"They deserve whatever's coming to them."
As soon as she finished speaking, Daniel shouted from a distance:
"That doesn't include me! I'm one of the good guys!"
Ren Yunying paused, glaring at him impatiently before continuing to Chloe:
"We've long suspected that the werewolf leadership has been cooperating with the Viper Group. This is a good opportunity to use your father's actions to help push for a reshuffle in the werewolf ranks."
She then patted Chloe's shoulder:
"Go on, follow your father and do a good job. If you don't help strip a layer of skin off the werewolves this time, don't bother coming back to The No.1 Military Academy."
Chloe: "??"
Wait, was the price for failure really that high?
Thinking of all her fellow vampires waiting to be fed back at The No.1 Military Academy, she had no choice but to hurry and catch up with Xavier's troops, gritting her teeth as she followed along.
Seeing the person suddenly appear beside him, Xavier didn't seem to react much, only asking:
"Have your injuries fully healed?"
Chloe: "They've healed completely."
Xavier stared at her for a moment, then waved his hand, placing Chloe in the carriage behind him, his voice indifferent:
"Rest well."
