Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 1804 - 1797 - : Unexpected Letter

On the other side, ever since the last attack, the rest of the advance team had been much more restrained. Apart from Luo’er who needed to enter the palace daily and Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke who often inspected the military camp, everyone else stayed dutifully at the mansion, ensuring they were always under the protection of the Forbidden Army.

However, this protection was not entirely flawless. In fact, saying flies couldn’t get in was just an exaggerated statement, as some small animals could still easily slip inside.

Right when Luo’er was in the palace, and Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke ran to the military camp, a huge rodent emerged from a tunnel dug at the corner of the courtyard.

It seemed to be conscious as it scurried around the mansion, as if searching for something. Soon, it seemed to find its target and sped onwards.

At this moment, Feng was sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, oiling her Kedal metal blade.

In fact, the Kedal metal blade hardly needed maintenance because this metal wouldn’t easily oxidize; only high temperatures could dull it.

However, Feng evidently had other motives; as she sheathed the long sword, her mind was troubled, and she couldn’t help but lean over the stone table, resting her chin, and letting out a sigh.

Just then, she keenly sensed something approaching her, so she smoothly picked up the Yuanzi handgun from the stone table.

A small, dark shadow suddenly appeared in her view and rushed towards her quickly. Without thinking, Feng raised her hand and fired.

Her shooting was quite accurate; despite just raising her hand, she still aimed accurately at the target.

The Yuanzi handgun let out a muffled sound, and shortly thereafter, the target also emitted a muffled sound.

The small shadow burst out with a red mist, instantly exploding into fragments, with a bloody scent pervading the air.

"Strange..."

Seeing this scene, Feng couldn’t help but be taken aback, and instinctively muttered to herself.

As a member of the advance team, Feng was essentially self-taught but understood the characteristics of Yuanzi weapons.

Although Yuanzi weapons emitted Yuanzi groups with explosive effects, they absolutely didn’t have such terrifying results, where the shadow completely shattered into fragments.

To achieve such results, there was only one explanation, that this shadow contained an inner core, specifically a magic core.

The Yuanzi group ruptured the magic core and might have even triggered the magic contained within, thus causing such serious consequences.

"What’s going on?" As she pondered, the window not far away suddenly opened, and Tangmo poked his head out to inquire.

"A rat..." Feng blinked her eyes, shook the handgun in her hand, and said innocently.

"Ah... You startled me, why are you shooting rats..."

Tangmo heaved a sigh of relief, complaining as he closed the window.

"Sorry, sorry..." Feng said woodenly to the already closed window.

She tucked the Yuanzi handgun into the holster at her waist, got up, and walked to the explosion site to clean up the remains.

The explosion site was covered with splattered flesh and bits of fur. Feng picked off the fur from the bushes, examined it, and confirmed it was indeed the fur of some rodent.

As she was about to fetch some water to wash the site, she suddenly noticed a blood-stained tubular object stuck in the bush.

Unlike the scattered flesh, this tubular object was relatively intact, indicating it was stronger than the rat’s body.

Feng bent down to pick up the tubular object; it was a bamboo tube wrapped in leather, about the thickness of a thumb and ten centimeters long.

After examining it, Feng instinctively twisted it and was surprised to find it could be opened.

Inside the bamboo tube was a rolled-up letter, the top of which contained a line of Kyushu text.

Having systematically studied this field, Feng easily understood its meaning; it read: To the courageous White Tiger.

Seeing this line, Feng suddenly widened her eyes, as this letter was evidently meant for her.

Because the term White Tiger was created by the advance team, in the Kyushu language system, there was no concept of a White Tiger, so this term almost specifically referred to Feng’s other identity.

She took a deep breath, looked around, and slowly walked to the stone table to sit down, tremblingly opening the curled letter.

It was an emotional family letter, addressing Feng as Ying, and the writer claiming to be her father, hoping to meet her privately.

To convince Feng, the writer listed many things familiar to Feng, including detailed descriptions of the characteristics of her body, which was clearly not something an ordinary person could do.

It should be known that among those as knowledgeable about Feng, even within the advance team, there were very few.

Although Feng was officially adopted by Luo’er, her true guardian was Tangmo.

If anyone could be so familiar with Feng’s characteristics, it could only be her guardian, Tangmo, as only she had the opportunity to access Feng thoroughly.

The letter included an address, hoping she’d go alone and assured her absolute safety without fearing for her life.

Having finished reading, Feng took a deep breath, folded the letter, and stuffed it into her pocket, then wobbled towards Tangmo’s room.

Opening the door, she saw Tangmo still caring for Little Tangguo. The scene reminded Feng of when she was taken care of.

"What’s wrong, looking lost?" Tangmo asked instinctively as she came in.

"Sister Moumou, have you ever kept a pet?" Feng hesitated for a moment, cautiously inquired.

"What kind of pet?"

"Like, a rat..."

"Who would keep such a thing, are you out of your mind?"

Tangmo said, revealing a look of disgust.

"Is... that so..."

"What’s the matter, has something happened?" Tangmo stepped towards her, concernedly asked.

"No, nothing, I killed a rat and thought it was yours..." Feng blinked, speaking guiltily.

"Why would you think that?"

Tangmo looked incredulous.

"After all, there’s the Forbidden Army outside the mansion, they say not even flies can get through..." Feng nervously gestured.

"That’s a metaphor, how could even flies not get in." Tangmo said, laughing.

"True, true..." Feng showed an awkward smile.

"Why are you so tense, afraid we’ll blame you?" Tangmo approached her and asked.

"A bit..."

"Come on," Tangmo gave a gentle smile, like Luo’er, and patted her head, comforting her, "why suddenly become so distant? Even if you accidentally shot our pet, we can’t hold you accountable. After all, people matter more than animals, right?"

"Mm..." Feng replied, head lowered, voice muffled.

After a long silence, Feng gathered her courage again, looked at Tangmo and asked, "Sister Moumou..."

"What is it, just say it, why hesitate?"

"Have you ever... told anyone about... my body’s characteristics?"

"Why ask like that?" Tangmo put away her smile, said seriously, "Why think I’d speak casually, or the advance team likes gossiping? Even someone as relaxed as Little Ke wouldn’t daydream about their partners."

"Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it..." Seeing Tangmo’s change in expression, Feng grew more anxious, explaining repeatedly.

"What’s been up with you lately, why always so lost?"

Tangmo said, placing a hand on her forehead.

"Sister Moumou, if one day I have to leave, will you hold me back? If I mistakenly take the wrong path, will you welcome me back?"

Feng’s gaze shifted, revealing a worried look. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Why ask that suddenly, where would you go?"

"No, no, I’m just... hypothesizing..."

"Don’t overthink," Tangmo gently comforted, "if you were to leave, of course we’d hold you back, as you’re our companion. If you mistakenly go the wrong way, and manage to return, naturally we’d welcome you."

"Really?" Feng asked emotionally.

"Of course, as I’m your guardian."

Tangmo smiled slightly.

"Sister..."

Feng, moved, embraced Tangmo.

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