Beast Tamer's Rebirth National Treasure Edition novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189 The Circus

Sierra listened to Solomon’s bitter words and fell silent. She truly could not understand how a lion could be so unlucky. Then she seemed to figure it out and said, “The circus thought you might be dangerous, so they wanted to get rid of you. That handicapped boy saved you and let you escape, right?”

Solomon’s eyes lit up instantly. “Wow, Sierra, you’re a genius. How did you guess that?”

“Thanks for the compliment.” After spending a few days with Wesley, Sierra had grown bolder. She asked, “So, where’s this circus?”

Solomon replied, “The circus performs all over Afrino, but I once heard the humans say their base is in Wolfsbane Meadow. That’s where my dad was born.”

Solomon didn’t really get the concept of distance, but it remembered every word the humans said when it was little.

Sierra thought for a moment, then turned to Solomon. “Solomon, I need you to help me figure out where this circus is.” From what Solomon had said, Sierra was almost certain that the circus was probably one of Carlos’s businesses, and the medical side of it was likely shady as well.

Since Carlos was running those trapped-animal experiments, there were certainly many lions like Solomon that had been discarded.

Large animals could have their teeth removed and be sold to Druvan, or, like at the Harborty Zoo, be packaged as “animals in need of rescue” and sold at low prices.

Every one of these animals was precious, but those less rare would likely be used for experiments or exploited for economic gain in cruel ways, like beagles or the black bears from Genova County.

It was like the roots of a tree digging into the soil; the tree might appear normal above ground, but below, its roots clutched the earth, stretching downward.

It was like a huge, invisible network.

Sierra and the wildlife rescue team gathered on the spot, discussing their next steps and coordinating with the local

officials.

Animal tourism was booming in this region, and when Sierra laid out enough evidence, the way the locals handled things was totally different from Elyria. Not only were they sincerely grateful to Sierra, but they also sent a local leader over.

They met up at a hotel near Primal Pines. After Sierra explained what she’d found and what she suspected, the official’s eyes went wide with surprise, then turned warm with gratitude.

She said, “Ms. Sierra Sterling, we truly appreciate everything you’ve done for these animals and us.”

The official was an Afrinian lady with curly hair, around her early forties. She had big eyes and full lips, but spoke and acted very gently. Her name was Deborah.

In a country like this, it was tough for women to hold their own, let alone rise so high at a relatively young age. Sierra had to give her props.

Noticing Sierra’s gaze, Deborah seemed a bit shy.

Deborah didn’t really know Sierra, but what Carlos had done had sent shockwaves through the whole area. If it hadn’t been for those Hustralians who busted it wide open and put their lives on the line, they probably would have stayed in the dark forever.

After all, Primal Pines was supposed to be a paradise for animals; no research team could collar every animal, and thus, not every creature could be protected.

Deborah said, “Sierra, we’re all in. Whatever the wildlife rescue team needs, just say the word.”

Once the deal was done, Sierra finally felt at ease. As long as the local officials were on their side, they could go all out without holding back.

Still, she needed to report back to Henry and Thomas.

Sierra sent them a message and called right away.

When Henry and Thomas heard the news, they were absolutely pissed.

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Thomas jumped in, “These people are monsters. Henry is right. Whether it’s the trapped-animal experiments or John B.

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Chapter 189 The Circus

Watson’s experiments, it’s equally disgusting.

“Sierra, since you’ve handled the talks there, go straight for the heart of the problem. No matter how many roots a tree has, without a head, it can not survive.”

Seeing that neither of them had any objections, Sierra finally hung up.

At Sierra’s request, Deborah quickly had her team look into the popular circuses near Wolfsbane Meadow. Then, with Solomon’s memories as a guide, they identified two circuses that matched what he remembered.

According to Solomon, after that handicapped kid let it go, it was totally lost, wandering aimlessly until it finally ended up in Primal Pines.

Over 100 miles might be nothing for a lion, but dodging people and slipping through towns just to make it to Primal Pines was challenging. Sierra couldn’t help but feel both impressed and heartbroken for it.

Solomon hesitated for a moment. Most of its childhood memories had faded, but it could never shake off the feeling of getting its butt singed and being whipped while jumping through flaming hoops.

However, seeing Sierra handle everything so smoothly, and then giving it that look in her eyes that said she was really counting on it, Solomon just couldn’t bring itself to refuse.

To Solomon, Sierra was different from all the other humans. She was gentle and sweet, like the little loaf of bread a tourist had dropped from a car half a year ago.

Back then, it brought the bread back to its territory, studied it for a while, and finally opened the pack. It would remember the taste and texture forever.

Sierra could see Solomon was still hesitating.

She said, “Solomon, we’ll put you in a truck, and we’ll have a tiny monitor with us. You can watch everything on the screen from inside the truck. If that’s the circus you were at before, just call out to the staff next to you.”

After a moment, Sierra suddenly realized how loud a lion’s roar could be, so she asked, “Sweetie, can you meow like a cheetah?”

Solomon thought of the sounds Sarah and Bonnie used to make, cleared its throat, and let out a hesitant “Meow”.

It sounded kind of weird.

Sierra said, “Alright, never mind, I won’t make it hard for you. If you’re sure about the location, lift your hind leg. If not, shake hands with the staff. How does that sound?”

That, at least, was not a difficult task.

Solomon said, “Alright. Sierra, trust me. No matter what, I could never forget the trainer who used to whip me.”

Sierra patted Solomon’s head gently. “Relax, I’ll make them pay for what they did to you.”

Once everything was ready, the group hit the road for Wolfsbane Reserve.

It was just over 100 miles, but it still took them three hours to get there. After all, traveling with a lion wasn’t exactly a quick trip.

And halfway there, Solomon got carsick.

“My human wife, help me,” Solomon whimpered. It leaned out the window, throwing up like crazy, even puking up the lamb from yesterday.

Sierra cradled Solomon’s head and quickly told the driver to pull over.

As soon as the door opened, Solomon bolted to the side of the road and started throwing up again.

Luckily, there weren’t many cars around; otherwise, a vomiting lion on the highway would have terrified countless people. The infrastructure here wasn’t terrible, but it was still a step behind the smooth roads back home.

Someone on the team had brought some meds. Sierra checked the ingredients to make sure they were safe for Solomon, then gave it just the right dose.

The rest of the drive was smooth and steady.

After all, Solomon had just vomited nearly everything in its stomach. If it became too hungry later and attacked a human, the consequences would be dire.

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