<h4>Chapter 245 Are You nning To Run?</h4>


    Priest Tim steadied his breath as he entered the manor with the baskets of bread in hand. Wace then signaled over a ve to take them from him. Suddenly, Priest Tim spoke up.


    “Is Daisy around?”


    “Why? Do you need her for something?”


    Wace raised an eyebrow, surprised that Priest Tim would specifically ask for Daisy.


    “She asked a question about myst sermon, and I didn’t get to answer her right away. For the past two days, I’ve been praying for God to guide me. Now that He has finally graced with an answer, I must let her know.”


    “You can tell me the answer. I will ry your message to her,” smiled the ve who was with Wace.


    “I’m sorry, but I think it would be more appropriate if I tell her personally. This is, after all, my job.”


    Priest Tim stood his ground, insistent and adamant. The ve then turned around to look at Wace for an answer, but he simply shrugged.


    “It’s hard to say no to a priest. Call Daisy here.”


    After that, Wace turned to Priest Tim again.


    “Priest Tim, are you feeling warm? This is the second time I see you wiping your sweat in five minutes.”


    “Indeed. The weather is extra hot today.”


    Priest Tim’s heart thumped violently in his chest when he heard Wace’s remarks. Instinctively, he wanted to wipe off the sweat on his brow again, but quickly put down his trembling arm. Wace noticed that something wasn’t right, but just as he was about to say something, Daisy arrived. Out of courtesy, Wace stepped aside and allowed the vicar and ve to talk. Graciousness notwithstanding, he actually intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, and hence, lingered around the vicinity, hoping to pick up on something


    Henceforth, Priest Tim spent a good five minutes exining Daisy’s engaging question: who God would listen to first if the cks and whites prayed together at the same time.


    “Very impressive exnation, Priest Tim. I was wondering. Is there anything else that you need to do here?” asked Wace right after the vicar was done talking.


    Priest Tim shook his head and passed the baskets of bread to Daisy.


    “Please help me distribute the bread to the rest of the children.”


    “Allow me to send you off then,” said Wace with a stare as he gestured at the door with his hand.


    Once Priest Tim left the mansion, Wace quickly talked to two of his supervisors.


    “Fetch Daisy to the torture room. Give her a healthy dose of whipping. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”


    “What about Priest Tim?”


    “Leave him be. We shouldn’t mess with priests if there’s no solid evidence. It could get us into a lot of unnecessary trouble.”


    At that, the two supervisors ran to Daisy’s room, grabbed her by her hair, and dragged the struggling girl of the room. Wace then walked in and kicked the four baskets of bread, expecting to find something. Lo and behold, whatever was in the baskets, was indeed nothing but good ol’ bread. Wace then stepped on all the loaves, crushing them to verify their contents. However, he found nothing within, as well.


    Wace wasn’t the least satisfied. He went on, turning over the sheets and flipping her bed, going as far as to dismantle every single nk that held it together. Still, despite ransacking almost everything, he found nothing unusual. Wace frowned in frustration. For good measure, he tossed her entire wardrobe before walking out of her room. The few ves who had gathered at the door to see what themotion was all about quickly opened up a way for the storming Wace.


    In a blinding rage, Wace suddenly targeted one of them and asked, “Have you seen Daisy leave the room?”


    The ve quickly shook her head, only making Wace ever the madder. He growled in a low, menacing tone,


    “You know the consequences of lying to me,


    right?!”


    The ve was so fearful of Wace that she started crying loudly. Wace shoved the terrified girl away and looked at the rest of the ves.


    “How about you guys? Did you see Daisy leaving her room?”


    All of them shook their heads together. Although it could happen, the possibility of so many ves lying to him all at once was tiny, and Wace began to doubt himself. Perhaps he was mistaken after all. When he thought about the strange way Priest Tim behaved, he was almost sure that there was something wrong with him. This was a critical period for Malcolm, and Wace wasn’t taking any risks. Since he failed to find anything in Daisy’s room, he would have to resort to interrogating Daisy personally.


    Wace wasted no time and rushed to the torture room with long strides.


    Leah’s room was right beside Daisy’s. When she heard Daisy screaming, she quickly hopped over to see why. Whatever she saw next terrified her. Daisy had be Laeli’s new insider from Terrance Manor after Nadia’s apprehension. She didn’t expect her to be caught just days before her escape.


    This time, Leah started to panic. It wasn’t because Daisy might tell Wace that she had a part in it, but once Daisy was captured, Laeli’s link to the manor would once again be severed. Right now, she had no idea what Laeli was up, and she didn’t know what to do next as well. What worried her most was Laeli thinking that she must have received his message, and he’d jump into action when the time wasn’t right. Not only would he fail to save his people, but he would also get himself into big trouble.


    Suddenly, someone tapped Leah’s shoulder. When she turned around, she saw L. The woman wasn’t from her tribe, and they weren’t in good terms with each other. L had been envious of Leah getting special treatment from Malcolm and would usually ostracise Leah in front of the other ves. At such a critical juncture, Leah didn’t want L to see her panic. What L said next, however, left her in shock.


    “Are you people nning to escape this ce?”


    “What... what are you talking about?”


    Leah’s heart instantly fell in dread, and her teeth started chattering.


    “Hey, listen. Now, don’t you be afraid, little kitty. Daisy asked me toe for you. Follow me. I have something to show you.”


    After that, L led her to the hut used to store the cleaning equipment. Leah hesitated for a while but decided to follow her anyway. The thoughts of L using this method to sell her out to Wace swiftly crossed her mind. After all, the two weren’t exactly friends, and L wasn’t from her tribe either. She had no obligation to help her at a time like this. Either way, Leah was left with no other option. As long as a slim chance to turn the tide around existed, she didn’t mind the self-sacrifice.


    Once Leah entered the hut, L lit up an oilmp and lifted the canvas lying at the corner of the room. Two guns and eight daggers were presented before her.


    “These are the weapons your allies brought for you. I also have one more thing to pass to you,” said L as she produced a letter.


    Leah was about to take it, but L suddenly pulled it back.


    “Did you really think I’ll give it to you just like that? I have taken a massive risk hiding these weapons for you. If I weren’t there to clean up the ce, Daisy would have been caught in possession of those weapons.”


    “What do you want?” asked Leah. She had finally calmed down.


    “I want whatever you guys want. I want to leave this hellhole as well. I want to take a huge whiff of the air of freedom! You can either let me join you, or we can all rot here for eternity in this god-forsaken manor.”