The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 388 - 300: The Sign (Part 2)

It was just a casual remark, but the more I thought about it, the more uncanny it seemed.

I kept feeling like Mael Valerius was clashing with my daughter.

Maybe I should find the priest and calculate their zodiac compatibility to see what’s really going on.

Feeling more and more uneasy, I turned around to find the priest.

Just as I reached the door, my foot stopped as I thought of something.

He glanced at everyone and suddenly said, "By the way, although we can’t get revenge on The Dragon Clan for now, we can’t just leave it like this. Finn Arcanus, go find a sign and write ’The Dragon Clan and dogs are not allowed inside’ and hang it at the city gate."

Even though doing this might anger The Dragon Clan, if we don’t do it, we can’t swallow this resentment.

Everyone present couldn’t help but laugh when they heard this.

Kian Sterling smiled as he retrieved an axe from the corner: "Use this to carve deeply; it’ll still be visible even if it rains."

Zeke Veridian snorted on his stool: "Hang it high enough so The Mad Dragon pretends not to see it."

Malachi Arcanus also shouted: "Add something like ’Entry results in broken legs’!"

Just then, Rhys Blackwood smacked him on the head. This fool, bringing up broken legs, isn’t this intentionally unsettling everyone?

Finn Arcanus couldn’t help but laugh: "Alright, I’ll definitely hang the sign high and carve deeply, so it will be seen at a glance."

Soon, he found a wooden sign and used the axe to engrave the words.

He then excitedly ran to the city gate and hung it in the most visible spot.

This action quickly caused a sensation in the tribe.

Everyone rushed to see the commotion, pointing at the sign and discussing it.

"Wow, the leader is so domineering!"

"Is this openly declaring war on The Dragon Clan?"

"Our tribe, with Miss Cynthia and her beast husbands, will only grow stronger; surpassing The Dragon Clan is only a matter of time."

...

Luna Sutton didn’t go to see it, she directly returned to the hut to rest.

Meanwhile, Lyle Sutton had already arrived at the priest’s hut.

At a glance, he saw the old guy using turtle shells for divination and without lifting his eyelids when seeing Lyle Sutton come in: "Old fool, why come at this time?"

"Here to have you calculate the zodiac compatibility between The Mad Dragon and Luna."

Lyle Sutton plopped down on a stool, "I always feel that kid is clashing with my daughter."

"Do you have The Mad Dragon’s birth time?"

The Old Priest fiddled with the turtle shells, asking without lifting his head.

Lyle Sutton was stumped by the question and mumbled, "How would I know the Dragon Clan Young Master’s birth time?"

The Old Priest lifted his eyelids slightly, "Then what’s the point?"

"You old thing!"

Lyle Sutton glared in annoyance, "Can’t you think of other methods? Like using the turtle divination to see if their destinies clash? Or perhaps by looking at his face, since he’s visited The Wolf Tribe before?"

The Old Priest rolled his eyes, leisurely putting away the turtle shells into the beast skin bag: "That kid’s destiny is too strong, clashing with relatives and friends, yet his fate turns misfortune into blessing—this kind of destiny, either stay far away or..."

"Or what?"

Lyle Sutton couldn’t help but ask.

"Or suppress his destiny."

The Old Priest suddenly lowered his voice: "Your daughter’s fate bears wood, wood conquers earth, earth creates metal..."

"Speak plainly!"

Lyle Sutton couldn’t understand this, impatiently urged.

"Simply put—"

The Old Priest suddenly pointed outside the window, "Your daughter’s fate is destined to subdue this mad dragon, but she has a knot in her heart. With this incident, she may find it difficult to let go."

Internally thinking, this old guy probably doesn’t know his daughter had long been clashed dead by that mad dragon.

Noble dragons, how could ordinary people be a match for them?

And for this later Luna Sutton, destiny remains unclear.

The future, everything is unknown.

Of course, he couldn’t say such things, or it would just be another storm.

Now this Luna Sutton is quite good, much better than before.

The tribe is also getting better under her leadership, so why dwell on it?

Sometimes playing dumb is also a kind of wisdom.

Lyle Sutton didn’t know the priest’s thoughts, pondering what "subdue the mad dragon" meant.

...

At the city gate of The Wolf Tribe.

Soren Phoenix landed and instantly transformed into human form, seeing the city gate swarmed by the tribe’s women, men, and children, worrying about looking ugly now, he quickly used a sleeve to cover his face.

But Lian Phoenix, oblivious, shouted, "Young Master, slow down, your swollen face might block your vision, you might fall..."

Who knows if it was intentional or not.

"Shut up!"

Soren Phoenix squeezed the words through clenched teeth, peach blossom eyes peeping through swollen fingers, suddenly glimpsing the sign on the city wall.

Seeing the eight large characters "The Dragon Clan and dogs are not allowed inside," his hand trembled as it covered his face, nearly laughing aloud.

The young ones there instantly gathered around: "Isn’t he Sister Cynthia’s seventh beast husband? How did he become a pighead?"

"Hahaha, he looks so ugly now."

...

"Shoo, shoo, what do you know, I was stung by bees."

Soren Phoenix was embarrassed beyond measure, fiery red feather robe tightly covering his face, just about to sneak away when Finn Arcanus squeezed out of the crowd with an axe, gleefully saying: "Yo, isn’t this our Phoenix Beauty?"

Purposely leaning close and scrutinizing, "These symmetrical bruises... were they beaten by those Dragon Clan dogs? Nice craftsmanship!"

"Scram!"

Soren Phoenix kicked, Finn Arcanus laughingly dodged, knowing the fancy Phoenix loves beauty, didn’t tease him further.

Soren Phoenix grunted, gaze falling on the sign hung on the city wall—"The Dragon Clan and dogs are not allowed inside," expression was very complicated.

Although he was beaten by The Black-armored Guard and Mael Valerius and held some grudges against The Dragon Clan.

But seeing such a sign, his heart inevitably felt unpleasant.

Lian Phoenix also noticed the sign, face changing slightly.

The Wolf Tribe was indeed bold, but might not be a good thing.

The Dragon Clan from Aetheria was not easy to provoke.

"Is this the leader’s intention?"

Soren Phoenix turned to Finn Arcanus and asked.

If this news went back to The Dragon Clan of Aetheria, it might anger his uncle.

Fortunately, his cousin suppresses them, his uncle dare not act too recklessly.

"Indeed, the leader said The Dragon Clan was too aggressive, so he specifically hung this sign."

Finn Arcanus didn’t conceal, naturally replying.

Soren Phoenix smiled wryly, didn’t speak further, just used his sleeve to cover his face and sneaked inside, like a thief.