Chapter 429

Chapter 429Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 429 Temporary Sold*iers
Sylvia’s POV:
We marched in silence. The initial excitement present when we had set out had long vanished.
My heart clenched painfully as I thought back to the boy with the moldy bread. Geoffrey took us to his
house, which was a huge manor. The banquet was held in this resplendent palace. When I entered it, I
felt like I was transported back to the imperial palace.
Flora and I exchanged glances and we instantly knew what was running through the other’s minds.
The werewolf race had a strict hierarchy, including a stringent etiquette system. For example, the cars
used by an Alpha to get around were not allowed to be more expensive than those used by the lycan
king. Apart from this, there were also strict rules and regulations regarding the standard and
architectural style of the residence of an Alpha, which could not be broken.
It was obvious that Alpha Geoffrey had gone against these stated rules. Geoffrey asked us to take our
seats, giving Rufus the chair at the head of the table. The long table decorated with aromatic flowers
was laden with scrumptious food.
As my mind flashed back to the werewolves who were stealing to fill their stomachs beyond the
colossal wall, I lost my appetite. The rage burning inside me made me want to destroy this excessive
display of wealth in front of me.
novelbinI peeked at Rufus, who was standing across from me. His face still betrayed no emotions. He didn’t say
anything and sat down like everything was normal. “Take a seat,” he ordered.The other sold*iers obeyed his command and quickly found chairs to sit down on.
However, the six members of my team didn’t move a muscle. We all stood stock-still at the table with
wooden expressions.
Harry snorted, his face a mask of fury. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could voice
his thoughts, Rufus reprimanded him harshly.
“What are you doing?” Rufus shot us a cold glare and tapped the table with his slender fingers.
“Sold*iers are not allowed to disobey an order given by their superiors. Those who break a rule will be
punished according to military regulations.”
No one dared to protest now. Harry and the others quietly sat down at the table. I met Rufus’ eyes and
looked away immediately. I had understood his meaning.
Rufus had covertly given us the hint that I was the only one from our elite team who had been granted
a military rank. The rest of them were contractual sold*iers.
And since I had been a sl*ve before and didn’t have a formal address registered anywhere, it was
particularly vexatious for me to go through all the formalities for enrolling myself in the military. So far,
the procedure had not been completed. 
That meant I was not an official sold*ier either. To outsiders, it looked like Rufus had scolded us, but in
fact, he had indicated that our elite team didn’t have to stick by the military rules, because we were not
real sold*iers yet.
However, we hadn’t figured out the reality of the situation yet, so we would have to keep our impulses
under control.The banquet soon began. Flora and Harry were sitting on either side of me. Both of them were only
picking at their food. Rufus sat at the head of the table with a stern expression. Geoffrey, on the other
hand, sat on one side of him with a big smile on his face as he tried to b*tter Rufus up.
When no one was paying us any attention, I pulled Flora and Harry closer to me and whispered, “Rufus
just said that sold*iers aren’t allowed to disobey a military order. But we are not real sold*iers, not yet;
so those rules don’t apply to us.”
Flora’s eyes widened and she said in a low voice, “You are right!”
“So, we…” Harry covered his mouth to hide this pleasant surprise as his eyes danced with excitement.
I nodded with a smile. “Yes, we’ll sneak out to investigate together when it’s dark.”
“Okay!” Flora was eager to start the probe.
Harry turned to look at Warren, who was focused on cutting his steak, and asked in a low voice, “Are
we also taking him along with us? Warren is the strongest of us.” I hesitated for a moment. I hadn’t
included Warren in our plans just now because he was Flora’s ex-boyfriend. I was worried that she
would be uncomfortable in his presence.
I fixed my gaze on her and raised my eyebrows, wanting to hear her opinion.
However, she turned her head and pretended she hadn’t heard this exchange. Her answer was clear–
she didn’t want Warren to come along with us.