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Chapter 32 - Biting neighbors(2)

[ I am not lazy.

I'm just in the energy saving mode...

Did you know lazy people are the smartest ones?

Stick to them!]

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Lucas looked away but answered.

"They came over a dozen times, saying they were neighbors. I didn't open the door... They look scary!" His voice shook as he spoke. 

I felt my temple pulsing. Those dogs had scared this bold child to the extent he was shaking.

With steady steps, I went to my room. Lucas, holding the poor duckling in his grip, followed me. I took the hunting gun.

"Hic!"

Lucas looked at me with widened eyes and fear.

"Gulp, you don't have to use violence!!" He said, looking at the gun with those scared cat eyes of his.

I checked the gun as I answered.

"This is just for safety."

Knowing they could hear with those keen animal senses, I added something else, too.

"I won't think twice about using it if they invade my territory without permission and can't provide a good justification."

I smiled.

"You don't have to worry about consequences either, since they have destroyed our property and invaded it several times in a row. They have already given us immunity."

Going out of the room, Lucas followed me. I stopped him. 

"You stay here. I will be back." I said in a reassuring tone as I raffled his hair.

He looked unwilling, still nodded his head, looking like a wet, scared cat.

I went down the stairs, now confident they were the biting neighbors I had seen, through one of those curses.

I opened the door. 

There was no one to be seen. I went over the bridge. Still nothing. I fired a bullet into the air. Whimpers came from afar, from where the sounds of running came. I had pretty keen senses, too. It was just that they took their time signaling my brain!

Rounding the house took me about 10 minutes. Observing the greenhouse, my theory proved right. They were gone. So was some part of the wall that was intact some time ago. 

"Those uncivilized creatures!" 

Thinking about the cost of repairing and changing those glasses made my heart hurt. I should visit the dwarf village soon. If that damned curse was right, they were the best blacksmiths both in the past, now, and in the future.

In the hall, I was sitting on an armchair dazed and holding my head that Lucas cautiously came down.

"Did you kill anyone?"

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. Was he seriously worried for them instead of me?

"Of course not! Who do you think I am?"

He became relaxed.

"Then why are you holding your head?" he asked neutrally, in an indifferent tone.

I stared at the child in front of me. A fourteen-year-old child. Why didn't he tell me anything?

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

His expression changed suddenly, and he had this complicated look on his face.

"Cause I thought I was hallucinating. I mean, I even thought they transformed into panthers. I don't even believe in what I am saying!! I mean, do you believe it?"

Wow, he had seen one of them transform? I was pretty adapted to seeing many things, but it should have been traumatizing for someone with a normal life.

'So normal people can recognize them too?!'

I shrugged. 

" Why shouldn't I when they exist?"

He looked at me strangely, then he turned away while sulking.

"This is the reason I didn't want to tell you!" Saying that he stamped his feet hard as he went up the stairs.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to figure him out.

'I said I believe him, so why is he so angry? Am I too old to understand?'

I have been thinking so much that I am hungry again!!!

Looking at the messy kitchen, I decided to just go for fast food. A pack of frozen hamburger pads, a pack of burger bread, a pack of burger chess, sliced pickles, and tomatoes from lunch and tomato sauce. Putting everything on a tray. I started cleaning before my brain could go into energy-saving mode. 

If you stuck over the curtains I had taken off to wash and the dusty glasses and the spider webs on the corners of the ceiling, the kitchen was spotless. 

Tsk! Who am I trying to kid?? 

Ignoring the kitchen, I took the hamburger ingredients and went out the front door.

Taking out my new grill, I filled it with charcoal and turned it on.

"Lucas! Come down, I need Help!" I shouted as I adjusted the heat.

Putting the meat on the grill, I heard footsteps. 

"Take out a big cola from the truck! Also, bring cups, fill them with ice!" I ordered him, full focus on the meats.

He went to do them without a word. He seems to still be upset. Even tho made him a children's favorite.

Well, let's focus on the meat. I will show him the ultimate grilling art of a professor's bootlicker. I had grilled so much during my residency years that I didn't even see that many patients.

"What are you making?"

I jumped up from surprise, for the second time today! What kind of walking technique is this?

"How fast! Didn't you just go inside to bring cups and ice?" I asked, looking at his empty hands.

He looked at me as if I was crazy. 

"Are you okay? I just came out!" he stated.

Is he trying to prank me? I am not falling for it.

"Lucas, I am not falling for it! If it wasn't you, then who brought out that cola? " I said in a ridiculing tone.

"How should I know that?" 

His tone was so realistic that I felt like he was wasting his acting skills.

Clatters!

The sound of glasses came from our back. We both turned our heads at high speed. There stood the girl with ice blue-colored eyes and short straight black hair. She was holding a tray full of glasses and smiled at us.

"Hi, I am Evelyn!" she said in a friendly tone. Then she came closer, which made Lucas take a step back and guard behind me.

I cast him side eyes. Trying to telepathy.

'She. Is. Literary. Your. Height!'

She looked taller earlier, but now she is shorter than me and in the same height range as Lucas. I stared at her for a few seconds and then stared at my poor newly bought cups, on the verge of breaking.

I took a step forward and extended my hands to take the tray.

She smiled as she loosened her grip on the tray. It was so damned heavy, but for the sake of my dignity, I didn't show it on my face.

"Sorry, I couldn't find any ice!" She said in an innocent tone.

This is what I get for losing sense of my surroundings. I smiled back. It happens when you can't find things in other people's houses.

"Lucas, could you take back these and bring three glasses full of ice?" I extended the tray towards Lucas without getting my eyes off Evelin, who was looking around.

Without words, he took the tray and went inside. I looked in his direction, making sure it was him! 

I extended my hand toward her. She took it with a tight grip. What is her problem? Is this a power showcase? I pressed her hand hard too and then left it. It was only for a second, but her brow twitched. 

Crossing my arms, I stared at her, intimating Grandfather Bright's charisma.

"I would like to know why you were on my land, scared my family member, and destroyed my private property!" I said in a demanding, aristocratic tone.

She started talking confidently. One of those fake confident that people put on to try not to take the blame. A method to lure people with less knowledge, which wouldn't work on me since I had more knowledge than I had ever asked for.

"Ah, we didn't mean to. You see, we have this rule arou-" 

Stomp!

Lucas cut her words off. With a breathless, red face, he extended his hand.

" Huh! Here! I bought your gun!"

I looked at him with round eyes. Wasn't he the one who said we shouldn't use violence? Where did all that go? 

The girl gulped down and didn't talk anymore. Instead, she took a letter out of her jeans pocket and extended it toward me.

As soon as I took it, she ran off towards the back of the house. The look of I am fuxxed up on her face. One I usually made whenever I was about to get a scolding for ruining something.

"What's on it?" Lucas said, holding that full gun in a worrisome way, the pipe directed towards his stomach.

"Wow, wow! First distance, that dangerous item before shooting your own stomach open." I said dramatically.

Hearing that, he looked at the gun, started hiccuping, and went white.

"Hic!..., Hic!"

Seeing this, I got closer and, loosening his icy grip, took it from him. He was a cat, a scaredy, yet feisty one.

"Hic... Hic! Hick!"

" Look behind you! She came back with friends!" I shouted.