Rufus' POV:
After ordering everyone to leave, only Geoffrey and I were left in the banquet hall.
Geoffrey seemed to be frightened of me. He kept dabbing the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
I looked at him indifferently, tinkering with my cuff links idly.
Geoffrey grew more and more flustered under my watchful eye. Finally, he couldn't help but blurt, "Your Highness, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Do you think the army came here just for the post-earthquake reconstruction?" I asked lightly.
Geoffrey dabbed at his forehead with a trembling hand. "I don't understand what you mean."
I sneered coldly. "If it weren't for the data we retrieved after the disaster, I wouldn't have known that there were so many werewolves that went missing in the Red Maple Pack."
Geoffrey averted his gaze but continued to play dumb with me. "What're you trying to say? No werewolf has gone missing. Maybe you're just talking about the pack's normal coming and going of werewolves."
"'Normal coming and going', huh?" I was so close to losing my patience with this man.
Geoffrey nodded and then sighed dramatically. "Over the past few years, more than a few natural disasters took place at the border, so more and more residents have moved out of the Red Maple Pack."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to suppress my anger. "What's with the huge wall?" "Red Maple Pack has applied classified management. I believe those who have made great contributions to the pack and those who come from noble clans should enjoy better treatment, so as to motivate ordinary werewolves to work harder." Geoffrey's tone was unusually firm, as though he didn't think there was anything wrong with the existence of the huge wall.
I finally tore my gaze away, too disgusted to look at him any longer.
The problems of the Red Maple Pack were definitely not as simple as what Geoffrey had just described.
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