Chapter 62: Chapter 62

[Donald’s Perspective]

“Now, the unconscious man is very important. We need to get answers to a lot of questions from him.”

I said to Armstrong, “I didn’t bring many people with me. Most of them are on patrol. I’ll deploy more people over. But before that, I need you to make sure that person is alive and strictly watched. Alpha, can you do it?”

“I’ll send special forces to guard him,” Armstrong said hesitantly. “But if he’s really the attacker and can unleash that terrifying attack at any time, I’m worried about the safety of our people guarding him.”

“In that case,” I mused, “Benjamin will be there all night. I can ask him if there’s any way to disable him.”

“That would be best.”

“But we still need more men, and we have to do our best to avoid casualties.”

“I’ll set up new security measures to prevent everyone from going out. Supplies will be sent in by the special forces. I also want to organize everyone to participate in training. I’ll channel a portion of the combat manpower to train the residents in self-defense should anything happen.”

“That way, the patrol will be short-handed.” I frowned. We had maxed out our manpower under the current arrangements. If Armstrong transferred people out, the loopholes in our tight security would definitely increase. “Civilians don’t need to fight. They just need to have our protection.”

“I disagree, Your Majesty.”

I looked at Armstrong in surprise. He continued.

“There’s no telling what would happen. I don’t want our pack to be defenseless.”

This was the first time Armstrong had opposed me. He had always been sincerely making plans for his pack. I admired his courage and sense of responsibility. However, I would not easily change my decision. “You mustn’t touch your manpower.”

I said, “But I can lend you the assault team. Every day, after they finish their patrol, they’ll spend an extra hour to guide your training.”

Armstrong looked surprised at my decision. He opened his mouth and finally lowered his head and said,

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“It’s our shared responsibility to protect the Silver Moon Tribe. Our goals are the same. Neither of us wants to have casualties again.” After saying this, I heard Elliot contacting me with his Mindlink.

[Your Majesty, Benjamin has found something new. He wants you to go over and take a look.]

[Is it related to the unconscious person?]

[Yes.]

[I’m on my way.]

I told Armstrong about it quickly, and we went to the hospital ward where the man was placed.

There were Karl and the two Silver Moon Tribe warriors who were tracking him in the room. Benjamin was waiting outside the door, looking at us with a serious expression.

“What did you find?” I asked.

“I just reexamined his body thoroughly,” Benjamin said. “I found that his organs are failing in various degrees, and there are needle marks on his body. It’s very much like the after-effects of injections.”

Amstrong and I exchanged glances.

Drugs. That was one of my earlier guesses.

“You’ve always done research on drugs. Can you determine what this is?”

Benjamin shook his head and said, “I know that some drugs can excite the nerves and cause fatigue as a side effect afterward. But this person is completely exhausted and his organs are permanently damaged. I don’t know anything that can cause such damage. Generally speaking, the effects of a drug are proportional to its side effects. Looking at it this way, the drug enhancement must have been astounding.”

“Can you determine when he will regain consciousness?”

“Does His Majesty want him to wake up as soon as possible?” Benjamin asked.

“The sooner, the better.”

“I can use some methods to stimulate his nerves and speed up his awakening, but it might have repercussions for him,” Benjamin reported truthfully.

I fell silent. We didn’t know for sure who this man was. If he wasn’t an attacker as we’d expected, or if he was one of the innocent victims, we couldn’t accelerate the awakening by hurting him. It would be inhumane.

“How long would it take to use normal methods?” I asked.

“Well…” Benjamin hesitated. “He’s badly injured. His body’s self-recovery mechanism is not working properly. He’ll have to rely on some external force to help him repair and heal. I estimate it’ll take at least three days, but he’ll wake up within a week.”

There were two attacks in two days. Whether it was three days or a week, it seemed too long in this situation. However, there was no better way at the moment. I sighed and said, “Then let’s do it. Try to wake him up as quickly as possible without hurting him. We need this person.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”