Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Despair

Chapter 117 Despair

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Tristan was about to snap at Sylas, yet he froze the moment he was held tight. It was no different from them staying put.

“Mrs. Cole, we will let you talk freely with them, but we have to stay nearby to keep you safe. Let us meet halfway. Having Tristan here will definitely keep you out of danger.”

Holding the fluffy fox in his arms, Sylas stood firmly by the doorway with a resolute look. He meant what he said; they would stay on guard, or he would send word for Black Rick right away.

The female who had spoken earlier firmly grabbed hold of Gillian’s hand.

The rest of the group slowly closed in and surrounded her step by step.

The warmth in their eyes faded completely, replaced by utter stillness and overwhelming despair.

One female gently stroked the white fabric of Gillian’s sleeve, her gaze clouded with agonizing memories.

“Our cleric robes are all torn to shreds, Gillian. Every last one of them got ruined completely.”

“If they are broken, we can get brand new ones. Does that sound good?”

“New ones?”

She stared blankly in confusion, feeling that new clothes would never change anything about their miserable fate.

Gillian wore a soft and gentle smile.

“The clothes I wear now are standard medical uniforms of the 9th Legion in Wasteland City. They are quite different from the robes we used to have.”

“This place is the 9th Legion?”

Sadness welled up in every female’s heart upon hearing the name.

They had once dreamed of coming here to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. Now they doubted whether they were still worthy of putting on these pure white uniforms ever again.

Her emotions gradually eased, and she loosened her grip on Gillian’s sleeve involuntarily.

“You are truly blessed, Gillian.”

Seeing her calm down a little, Gillian shot a glance toward Sylas.

“Go fetch thirty sets of standard medical troop uniforms right now.”

Sylas hesitated for a moment.

“Hurry along.”

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“Understood.”

He set Tristan down, gave him a quick wink, and hurried off to carry out the order.

Tristan fully understood Sylas’ worries.

He straightened his body, padded over to Gillian’s side, and sat down, wagging his soft tail gently.

None of the surrounding females made any move to attack her; they merely stood there quietly in a circle.

Perhaps a sincere conversation could ease the deep pain hidden in their hearts.

“Gillian, is this lovely fox your pet?”

Her attention was drawn to the petite pink-furred fox crouching at Gillian’s feet.

It had a delicate head, soft pink-tipped fur, and bright, round eyes brimming with liveliness.

As she reached out intending to pat its head, Tristan dodged away swiftly.

Her hand trembled slightly in surprise.

Tristan frowned unhappily. He was the Lawson heir. Not even his own mother had ever casually stroked his head, let alone a stranger.

He would never allow such a thing.

“Why are you dodging her? Are you shedding fur lately?”

Confused by his reaction, Gillian grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pushed him forward, encouraging the female to pet him freely.

Professional counselors often said that fluffy creatures could ease anxious moods, and gentle petting was able to lift people’s spirits effectively.

“Let me go this instant, Mrs. Cole!”

The pink fox kicked its paws wildly. Even having recovered to level 2 strength, it still could not break free from her grasp.

“Lucian told you to help me with my work. You can work as a comforting companion fox for one day.”

“I refuse. I am not some ordinary hound.”

Gillian began to smooth his fur softly. “Your coat is so sleek and gorgeous. It is easily the most beautiful fur

I have ever seen.”

Faced with such sincere praise, all his complaints died away at once.

A hint of pride flashed across Tristan’s mind. “Everyone across Firefox City knows how outstanding my appearance is. I need no one to point that out.”

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“Exactly. Such lovely fur deserves to be admired by more people.”

Tristan’s whole body grew warm with bashfulness.

He was certain this bad female truly held affection for him.

All her strange behaviors before Inust have come from hidden fondness.

“Fine then, they may pet me.”

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