Our Family Has Fallen

Chapter 672: Chapter 400: Hamlet Is Your Home_1

Though Wang Cai’s Spiritual Essence had undergone Ascension, its thoughts still retained their primal wildness. It believed these wolves were challenging its status.

Wang Cai looked at its former companions, realizing that power struggles weren’t limited to the world of humans but were blatantly evident in the social structures of wild beasts as well.

But at this moment, Lance spoke up. ”These wild wolves are here for you. It won’t make a difference whether we’re feeding one or five.” Lance couldn’t help but offer a bitter smile. He couldn’t really kill them, could he? It was a debt he owed, after all.

Lance’s philosophy of being clear about grudges and treating all impartially extended across species, even to wolves—assuming, of course, they could understand him.

I hope they can understand me, Lance thought. He faced the dozen or so snarling gray wolves without any fear, calmly stepping forward, his empty hands slowly clenching into fists.

Lance’s plan was simple: beat them continuously until they submitted.

Wang Cai watched coldly from the side, its thoughts seemingly drifting back to the past. I also endured brutal beatings back then. These fellows will understand.

If even the Warwolves couldn’t defeat Lance, what threat could a few mere wild wolves pose to him?

Lance even had to hold back his strength somewhat, afraid he might kill them with a single punch.

In the face of absolute strength, the battle was over before it even began. Lance subdued them with ease.

Tying ropes around their necks, Lance led the uneasy wild wolves back to the farm.

The soldiers were quite surprised by this scene. Killing these wild wolves wouldn’t be difficult for them, but subduing them without injury would be very challenging, unless they had tools like nets and traps.

And how long had the Lord even been inside? He captured those wolves in such a short time!

Lance led the wolves into the farm. The crowd’s gazes ignited the wild wolves’ ferocity, but with a simple tug on the ropes from Lance, they immediately tucked their tails and shrank back.

”Go, fetch some cages over here.”

At Lance’s command, someone naturally went to handle it. The farm had many flatbed carts for transporting livestock, but only one suitable cage seemed to be readily available. Lance couldn’t ask for more; he had these wild wolves stuffed into it and covered the cage with a cloth to prevent any trouble.

Originally, he was going to pick up Tom, Mary, and their family, but just then, the farm manager approached him, looking anxious.

”Barin’s mother has passed away.”

Lance wasn’t too surprised by this news. In fact, he had sensed a feeling of entrustment from her earlier.

He had initially thought she could hold on for a few more days, which was why he had given Barin leave to accompany his mother through her final moments. He just hadn’t expected her to pass away so quickly after he left.

It seemed she had long reached her limit, holding on purely because she couldn’t stop worrying about her son. Now that Lance’s praise had resolved her final lingering concern, her last breath naturally dispersed, and so it was.

”I understand.”

Lance walked over. Before he even got close, he heard loud wailing. When he entered, he saw Barin kneeling by the bedside. The woman lay peacefully on the bed, her face displaying an unprecedented calm.

Perhaps this was a form of release for her as well...

Lance stood to the side for a good while before Barin finally noticed his presence. Barin’s pent-up emotions, with no other outlet, seemed to condense into this one cry.

”My Lord! Mother is gone, and now I’m all alone...”

”Alright, Barin. Your mother may be gone, but you must continue to live well. You’re a grown man now; don’t make her worry anymore,” Lance patiently consoled him. ”Look, your mother passed away with a smile. She knew her son had made something of himself. You were her greatest pride.”

Lance’s words made Barin turn his gaze back to his mother, and his sobbing gradually subsided.

”Don’t be afraid. Hamlet is your home, and I am your family. Now, take your mother home.”

”Mother, don’t be afraid, we’re going home.”

Lance had come alone on one horse, but on his return, he brought three simple flatbed carts with him.

The wild wolves were crammed into one cart, Mary’s family into another, and Barin with his mother into the third.

Their return to town didn’t cause much of a commotion. Someone would guide Barin through the necessary procedures. The town now had a cemetery for commoners, also located in the outskirts, though in a different area from the Heroes’ Cemetery.

Lance had already made arrangements for Mary’s family. Susan would take them to their new home, which was much tidier and more spacious than the simple dwellings on the farm. This was the Lord’s benevolence.

Meanwhile, Lance took the wolves directly to William.

”I’ve brought you something good! I’m just not sure if you’ll be able to tame them,” Lance said.

William initially thought the Lord had quickly found some hunting hounds and was saying this to question his professional abilities.

But Fergus noticed the scent and began to grow restless.

When William went outside and lifted the cloth covering the cage, seeing the wild wolves, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Conversely, the wild wolves, agitated by the stimulation, began to ram the bars of the cage and bite at them. Their ferocious behavior clearly showed that with the passage of time, they had forgotten the fear Lance had instilled in them.

”So, what do you think? Are you confident you can handle them?” Lance asked. He had only just thought of this, which was why he had kept these wild wolves. Otherwise, I wouldn’t keep freeloaders, he mused.

”These wild wolves are extremely feral. If they were newborns, I’d be confident, but as it is, it’s hard to say,” William replied after examining them. He wasn’t afraid, but taming them would undoubtedly be very difficult.