**Chapter 144: Their Guesses**
A crowd of over thirty burly men stood in a tight circle, their eyes fixed intently on Zolensky. They were a rough bunch, hardened by countless battles, but today they were devoid of any coin. What they did possess, however, were fists—strong, capable fists that could easily settle disputes without the need for currency.
Zolensky’s mood was sour, his expression darkened by frustration. “You pathetic bunch,” he grumbled, his voice dripping with disdain. “I risked my neck to gather intel for all of you, and you can’t even part with 500 stellar coins?” His words hung in the air, laden with disappointment.
As if in response to his challenge, one fist shot up into the air, quickly followed by a chorus of thirty more. A collective show of defiance, a silent agreement that they were not about to yield.
“Alright then,” Zolensky thought, calculating his next move. A fist, he reminded himself, has five fingers. If he rounded that up, it would equate to 500 stellar coins.
Realizing he was outmatched, Zolensky decided to pivot his approach. “Fine, fine. Let’s forget about the money for now,” he conceded, his tone shifting. “Listen closely—I have something juicy to share. Ms. Feywin’s husband is stationed in our main legion. His voice? It bears a striking resemblance to Commander Vaelor’s. And get this—he’s completely under her thumb. Ms. Feywin mentioned that he raised his voice at her once, and the very next moment, he sent her a voice message, profusely apologizing and swearing he never meant to lose his temper.”
Leiya, stroking his chin thoughtfully, raised an eyebrow. “A voice like Commander Vaelor? And he dared to yell at Ms. Feywin? Could he be one of those stubborn brats from the vanguard?”
Rainy chimed in, nodding vigorously. “Absolutely! Only those vanguard fools think they can control everything. They care for no one but Commander Vaelor.”
Bane, however, had a different take. He casually interjected, “But if he sounds like Commander Vaelor, what if he actually is Commander Vaelor?”
Zolensky stared at Bane, his mouth agape as if he had just witnessed a Swarmbor transformation. “You really think Commander Vaelor would swipe someone’s wife and get away with it?”
Bane shrugged nonchalantly, his tone daring. “I mean, what if she’s Mrs. Vaelor?”
Leiya smacked Bane’s forehead, exasperated. “Have you lost your mind or are you just plain stupid? That was a winged serpent we faced. Not even the thirty of us could take it down. Ms. Feywin not only defeated it but also sliced it to pieces and was about to cook it!”
“And let’s not forget about Mrs. Vaelor,” she continued, her voice firm. “When she streamed on Starne, she was so shy she only showed her hand. She’s delicate, with a soft voice. The most she probably cooks is lemon chicken or some sweets. If she stood before that serpent, who would be the predator and who the prey is questionable.”
“Exactly!” Rainy echoed, his eyes wide with realization. “If Ms. Feywin were Mrs. Vaelor, do you honestly think Commander Vaelor would be so oblivious that he couldn’t recognize his own wife?”
“And remember what Colonel Kael said before he left?” Rainy added, his voice gaining strength. “We’re here tackling Level-6 or higher mutant beasts because the new recruits from the Fifth Military Academy just arrived. Commander Vaelor cleared this area early to protect his weak wife.
“Now look at Ms. Feywin—she’s a force to be reckoned with. She took down a Level-8 mutant serpent like it was nothing. If she were actually Mrs. Vaelor, would Commander Vaelor even need us for this cleanup?”
Their collective reasoning started to resonate.
It was clear: their commander was no fool.


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