Chapter 153: Sketch
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Donald’s Perspective]
“I heard from Christian that you’re from the royal family. You look familiar to me. Have we met before?” I said in an approachable tone.
“Of course I’ve seen you before,” Eric said, looking relaxed. “But it was always at court banquets. You definitely won’t remember me.”
These words did not sound lowly coming from Eric. Instead, they sounded calm.
I couldn’t help but have a favorable impression of him.
“I have an opportunity here,” I said. “Christian recommended you to me, but you need something to prove your strength to me.”
“What would you like me to prove to you?” Eric said.
“Anything. What’s your specialty?”
Eric looked down and thought for a moment. “I can’t think of anything at the moment,” he said. “But I have something that I developed after seeing the way those people attacked yesterday.”
Eric turned his attention to Christian and said, “I wanted to show it to the captain, but since you’re here, Your Majesty, please take a look with the captain.”
I looked at Christian questioningly, but Christian shook his head as well, clearly not knowing what Eric was talking about.
Eric took a roll of sketches out of his shirt and handed them to me.
I took the sketches and unfolded them. They were a series of drawings of werewolves. The faces were not very clear, but there were some battle movements drawn in detail, and there were captions.
The next few pictures featured some weapons along with annotations of attack positions and angles. The sketches of these postures were very detailed and precise.
I could tell by the long, pointed wolf claws and not-so-tall build that these were portraits of the werewolves who attacked us.
Christian and I looked at each other in amazement.
Eric explained, “I discovered the difference between the enemy and us after the battle yesterday, and then I kept wondering if there was a way to deal with them. I made these sketches, trying to find some of their weaknesses.”
Eric pointed to a position on the diagram with his hand and said, “Given the strength of the personal guards, we should be able to incapacitate them for a while if we insert a dagger at a special angle from this position. Then it will be much easier to defeat the opponent.”
Christian was studying the diagram carefully. “Does it have to be a dagger? Using our familiar wolf claws, can we also attack from this angle?”
Eric shook his head and said, “At the moment in my research, this angle is a little tricky. It’s difficult to penetrate deep enough with the fixed angle of our wolf claws. The best weapon I can think of so far is a dagger. It’s short, sharp, and flexible. But this is only my initial research. There should be room for improvement.”
I flipped through the pages as well. Eric was a genius to have been able to draw something like this in just one night. More importantly, it proved that Eric was not just a reckless brute. He could think critically and solve problems. Christian was indeed a first-rate judge of character.
“Where did you learn to draw?” I asked casually.
“I studied medicine in university, and I know a little about anatomy. My analysis was based on anatomy. The opponents’ abnormal wolf claws will definitely upset the balance of their bodies, so their overall centers of gravity and the way their bones move will also change slightly. From this perspective, I came to my current conclusion, but I still need actual combat to confirm it,” Eric said.
I stared into his eyes, trying to decide from this whether he could be trusted.
Eric looked at me fearlessly. There was no evasion or guilt in his eyes. It was just as Christian had said. He was an excellent young man.
“Okay, I have an important mission for you,” I said with satisfaction.
[Margaret’s Perspective]
After Donald left, I started packing the room.
I looked at the messy room and sighed. Actually, I didn’t have much to pack. I had only moved to Donald’s place not long ago. I hadn’t opened many of the things that Elizabeth had packed for me. Now, I just had to find them and take them away.
But I was worried about something else. Although Donald had promised me repeatedly that nothing would happen, the truth was that regardless of whether this battle was won or not, it might be difficult for me to return to my pack.
If we failed, needless to say, it would be a problem if our pack could exist. Even if everything went well and we defeated each other, Donald would return to his royal Lycan pack. We would hold our wedding there and settle there.
Now was not the time to think about such things.