Chapter 7: The Illogical Madman

Chapter 7: The Illogical Madman

Bridget shook her head in exasperation. The troublesome elders called him a madman, which he initially ignored, but now, reflecting on it, he realized it was indeed abnormal!

Frustrated, he turned back towards his den. He had no reason to change himself just to please a small, pampered pet!

After a few steps, he stopped. No! He was really dirty! Sleeping with such a filthy body would affect his sleep! This was a serious issue for him! It had absolutely nothing to do with the little wolf!!!

With that thought, Bridget gritted his teeth and turned towards the water.

Oni, busy cleaning up nearby, was rendered speechless by his leader's pacing. A sun-tanned man with fiery red hair approached him, whispering, "My friend, is our leader... in heat?"

Oni glanced at the second lead scout, one of the leader's closest confidants, and his disdainful look confused the red-haired man. Puzzled, the man asked, "What's happening?"

Oni tersely replied, "Mind your own business in the future," and coldly walked away, too busy to waste time on a newly matured wolf like Api who was still naive about life.

Api, the red-haired man, scratched his head in confusion, mumbling to Oni's retreating figure, "So grumpy. No wonder he's still single! Serves him right!"

After venting about his teammate, Api leisurely headed towards his team.

…

Layla frowned at the two men in front of her. Their faces seemed familiar; they were Bridget's elders, the ones who argued most loudly with him. Of course, they were soon suppressed by the domineering leader using force!

She crouched slightly, adopting a defensive posture. She clearly felt the elders' cold, disdainful stares.

One elder, with short, gray hair, sneered, "Beast, indeed this suits that disrespectful kid!"

The other, with long hair, scoffed, "Linn, do you think such a mongrel can do better?"

Layla's face crumpled in annoyance. The internal harmony in that man's group seemed lacking. But she just wanted to ask, if they were dissatisfied with him, why not tell him directly? Why gather here to complain to a small wolf like her? It wouldn't affect him anyway.

Did they think by hearing their complaints, Bridget would become more obedient?

How naive were they?

What was the use of their aged wisdom?

Layla thought this resentfully but remained alert. She wasn't sure if, after talking enough, the two old wolves would tear her to shreds! She had just healed and didn't want to spend energy and time on it again.

As she feared, the two hateful elders seemed more agitated.

"Kill it. A beast, existing only to waste food!"

"Haha! Don't blame us! Blame your mongrel master!"

Then, the two wolves moved to attack her. Layla quickly ran in a wide arc, aiming to return to Bridget's den. At least near him, the useless ones who vented their anger on weaker creatures wouldn't dare touch her.

She felt the whoosh of air behind her. Turning pale, she quickly dodged to the side, leaving claw marks where she had just been. Had she not dodged in time, she surely would have been grievously wounded!

Layla dared not pause for a second longer and continued running forward. But even with four legs, her small form struggled to escape the pursuit of the two mature wolves. She felt them closing in.

"Damn it!". Layla cursed silently, feeling truly too weak. Her legs began to ache, signaling her body's energy depletion.

With a whoosh!!!

A whooshing sound continued. She wanted to dodge it again, but... it might be too late.

…

Layla braced for the pain to hit her. But, she felt nothing? The heavy footsteps pursuing her had also ceased. She turned her head in confusion, looking back.

A large, sturdy figure stood protectively behind her, silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. It was Bridget. Had he helped her block the attack?

"Do you elders have a problem with my pet?" Bridget coldly grabbed the arm of the short-haired elder. It was he who had attacked her the second time.

The faces of the two elders showed fear. They hadn't expected him to appear here. Immediately, their demeanor changed, no longer scornful and angry.

"Ha ha, why is the leader here? We were just concerned about your pet wandering off. We wanted to bring it back to the tribe." The short-haired elder said with a sycophantic smile, resembling a disgusting flatterer.

The long-haired elder also started, "Exactly! Exactly! The leader should take better care. After all, a small creature like that..." He glanced at Layla and continued, "...can easily become prey to other predators."

Layla really wanted to scold these two wicked men. Just now, they had been cursing continuously, but now they acted as if nothing had happened.

Bridget coldly said, "You need not worry about it."

After speaking, he turned and picked her up, placing her fluffy small body on his shoulder.

Ah! Was the little wolf's fur so dirty because of these two wretches?

Bridget's eyes narrowed sharply. Even though it was just his pet, it shouldn't be treated so carelessly.

Without hesitation, he turned back, swiftly grabbed the elders' heads, and pushed them to the ground. He said in a deep voice, "I've heard that you two elders enjoy the taste of dirt, is that so?"

Initially, the elders were caught off guard by the sudden attack. But when they saw Bridget's dirt-covered pet, they realized he thought they had mistreated his pet and wanted revenge.

Madness!!!

These were the supreme elders, to think they would stoop so low over a mere beast! If they wanted to kill it, why not do it directly???

They had forgotten they had already planned to kill the little wolf. It was just that the pet's owner arrived in time, thwarting their attempt.

Layla watched these three Northern wolves, not understanding their bizarre way of communication.

Moreover, why did Bridget attack the two elders? Wasn't he afraid they would rebel?

The two weakened elders said, "Cough, indeed! Thank you, leader, for remembering us!!!" Their aged faces, now covered in mud, forced a commercial smile. Their already dirty hair and beards became even dirtier. But no one dared to complain, not even showing any expression.

Layla:...

It seems they've been beaten often for many irrational reasons, so no one dares to resist.

Perhaps this was the power of the fist?