No Beast Girls on the Western Front

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"Ah, so it was a car accident... So you little girls saved me? Haha, you're really strong... Oh, you're orcs, no wonder, hahaha..."

Seeing that the other party had no hostility towards the beast girl, Payne was relieved. He picked up the small briefcase from the ground and placed it under the other party's broken leg, intending to use a rope to help stabilize it.

But the other person quickly stopped him, saying, "Ah, wait a minute, wait a minute! I see you're a soldier too, could you do me a small favor? Oh dear, there's only one more task left to finish..."

Payne nodded: "Tell me first, if it's within my capabilities..."

“It’s a very simple matter.” The other person said, taking out a briefcase and taking out a file bag, two small wooden boxes and a small notebook from it, and handing them to Lacey next to him. Then he asked Payne to use the briefcase to help stabilize his leg.

"Just send these things to the address recorded on the last page of the notebook!"

Seeing the things Lacey was holding, Payne had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But before he could think it through, he saw passengers from the tram getting off and running over.

When the car narrowly missed the front of the tram, the tram driver reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, preventing a greater tragedy. As a result, the passengers are still shaken.

When they saw Lacey pry open the deformed driver's seat with her bare hands and pull the person out, some of the people who realized they didn't need their help started looking for public phone booths on the street to call for emergency services.

The other group of people who gathered around were somewhat angry, but seeing that the perpetrator was wearing a military uniform, they dared not get angry: "Excuse me, what's going on here?"

The middle-aged soldier was quite easygoing. He laughed sheepishly and said, "Haha, I'm getting old. It's really hard to learn how to deal with machines. I probably mistook the brake for the accelerator..."

"Oh dear, I'm usually really good at communicating with utility beasts, but they sent all of them away. Now I'm practically crippled and blind..."

"If my orc partner hadn't been temporarily borrowed, and if I hadn't had so much backlog of work, I wouldn't have chosen such a dangerous mode of transportation, hahaha..."

Seeing that the other party's attitude in admitting their mistake was quite good, and that no loss had been caused to them, the passengers' attitude softened: "Do you need our help?"

"No need, no need, these little girls are enough." The middle-aged soldier waved his hands repeatedly. "Don't look down on me now. I was a member of the mountain troops back in the day! I even participated in the Battle of Gray Pine Mountain. This little injury is nothing..."

Upon hearing this, Payne couldn't help but furrow his brow deeply.

Why does he only encounter ruthless people who don't take serious injuries seriously?

Fortunately, the injured person did not have severe bleeding, and the ambulance arrived quickly with its siren on.

Before being put into the ambulance and taken away, he shouted to Payne, "You have to help deliver this stuff!..."

Now that things had progressed this far, Payne couldn't refuse any longer. He could only watch the ambulance disappear from sight before flipping through his notebook.

The typewriter font printed densely packed names and addresses on every page, with checkmarks after each line of information, except for the last line on the last page.

After being questioned by the belated police officers, Payne also asked for directions to the last address and learned that it was not far from here, so he decided to walk there.

"Sorry, I might be a little late getting to the racetrack, is that alright?" he said.

The dog, sheep, and squirrel were all calm, but Stephen reacted the most: "Uh... of course... no problem, even if I don't go, it's fine... aha, ahahaha..."

On the way, Payne stared at the file folder and two boxes in his hand for a long time, then turned to Shawn and asked, "Do you know what these are?"

Xiao En was taken aback. She had no idea why Payne was specifically asking her, "What...is it?"

"It is the only thing left in this world for this soldier named Florian Angela."

Paine's words were tactful, but Xiao En quickly understood what he meant. Having just witnessed an open fracture, her face turned deathly pale again: "Can...can I not go?..."

"How can we not go? He has already entrusted this matter to us."

"Ah... then... can I wait for you here?"

“Xiao En, it’s about time. We’ll probably have to return to the front lines in a couple of days.” Payne sighed as he spoke. “Let’s start by dealing with the simplest things.”

Since her most trusted instructor had already said so, although she was still extremely unwilling, Xiao En nodded after a moment of silence, "Um... okay..."

“Very good, you’re a mature beast now.” Payne said, ruffling her fluffy head. “This isn’t just about you; we’ll all be with you.”

Chapter 133 CXXXII. Your son is a brave soldier.

In less than ten minutes, the man and the four beasts stopped in front of a street-side shop with its roller shutter door closed.

Payne checked the house number three times against the information in his notebook, and finally nodded. "No problem, this is it. They don't look like wealthy people..."

None of the four beasts spoke. Payne stood silently for a while to compose himself, then raised his hand and knocked three times solemnly, causing the roller shutter to rattle.

A randomly generated car slowly drove past on the road behind them.

After a long and unbearable wait, footsteps and a woman's voice finally came from behind the roller shutter: "This shop is closed today, please leave."

Payne coughed and said, "We... are here to deliver something to Mr. Angela."

The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment: "...Mr. Angela shouldn't have anything to receive today."

Payne paused for a moment: "...To be precise, we're here to deliver a message."

After a few seconds of silence, the other end said again, "Please wait a moment."

So the man and the four beasts took two steps back, and then another whooshing sound came as the roller shutter door was raised.

Upon seeing the person he was talking to, Payne was immediately taken aback:

The one standing there was not a human woman, but a wounded beast girl.

This beast girl has long, flowing brown hair, with only one purple eye showing, as her left eye is covered by bandages.

In addition, her left ear was wrapped in bandages with a large section of the tip missing, and there was also a very noticeable notch on her right ear.

Payne noticed that upon seeing her uniform, she reflexively raised her hand as if to salute, but at the last moment, she awkwardly switched to scratching her ear.

Although she was wearing an ill-fitting dress and looked like an ordinary beast girl owned by a private individual, Payne had a feeling that she should be a military dog.

Moreover, the notch on her right ear looks exactly like a gunshot wound.

But why would a beast girl wounded on the battlefield end up in a civilian's house?

Just as Payne was pondering these illogical events, and before the injured beast girl could even ask, a weak voice came from inside the shop: "Florian, who's here?"

Florian? Isn't that the name of that fallen soldier? How come this beast girl has the same name?

"Uh... um... that..."

The injured beast girl seemed somewhat at a loss, but Payne quickly remembered what his main task was and said, "I have to deliver these things to Mr. Angela personally."

The injured beast girl didn't seem to recognize what Payne was holding; she just looked him up and down with some concern, then turned and said:

“Mr. Angela, some soldiers… are looking for you.”

"Soldiers... looking for me?! Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing fit came from inside the shop. The injured beast girl stepped aside to let Payne and the others (and the beastmen) into the shop, whispering, "Mr. Angra... he's had another bout of lung disease today. Please... please don't upset him..."

A damp and stuffy atmosphere hit him. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Payne saw things like stoves, shelves, and cutting boards in the shop—it was probably a snack shop.

Following the injured beast girl along the dark corridor from the shop to the living quarters at the back, Payne had to shield himself with his hands and walk one step at a time to avoid bumping into the walls or tripping over something.

Is it because you're too sick to work that you turn off the lights to save electricity?

Fortunately, the corridor wasn't long, and Payne soon arrived at a bright little room with windows.

On a wooden bed, an elderly man with white hair and beard lay on the bed, covered with a quilt even in the middle of summer, looking very weak.

But the moment he saw Payne in his military uniform enter, his eyes widened and he sat up abruptly, shuffling back as if he had seen a demon.

“What are you trying to say to me? What are you planning to say to me?!” he yelled.

He's probably already realized something...

Payne sighed almost imperceptibly, then said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Angela, this is... this is my duty, I need to hand these things over to you..."

Screw it, that's not what I should be doing.

What kind of good person could do this kind of job and still be all smiles every day? That guy with the broken leg isn't mentally unstable either.

"What...what exactly are you trying to tell me?! You...you need to explain yourself clearly!!"

Angela's tone was tinged with fear. He looked around nervously and then touched his short beard.

Payne paused for two seconds, racking his brains to recall similar scenes he had witnessed, and repeated the words he could remember: "Your son is a brave soldier who dutifully fulfilled the promise he made when he enlisted and fought valiantly..."

“You…you’re telling me…is everything you’re saying true?!…” Angela interrupted him, her voice trembling with tears.

An elderly man, well past fifty, burst into tears before him. Payne could no longer utter any grand words, only repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"No...no! No!!...I don't want to hear it...I absolutely don't want to hear it!!"

Angela suddenly broke down, pulling the blanket over his head and yelling at Payne to stop him from continuing, as helpless as a baby back in its mother's arms.

But this attempt to escape was quickly interrupted by a violent cough. The injured beast girl, who had been standing silently by his side, quickly stepped forward to help Angela up and took water from the bedside table to hand to him.

"Please...please don't get too excited..."

"How could I not be excited?!" Angela exclaimed again, without drinking any water, but instead raising her hand shakily and pointing to what Payne was holding.

"You...you want to...you want to tell me...that little box...contains my son?! Or...or something he left behind?!"

Payne sighed again, stepped forward, and said, "I'm going to give these things to you now..."

"No!! I don't want to!! I don't want to hear it!!...I don't want to hear it...I don't want to hear it..."

Angela's voice grew weaker and weaker until finally, as if she had been completely defeated, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, took the file bag and two boxes, and buried herself in the arms of the injured beast girl, crying bitterly.

Payne didn't want to stay there a second longer, but seeing the old man crying so sadly, he went over and sat on the bed, putting his hand on the man's shoulder.

Then, the four beasts silently stepped forward and gathered around each other.

Chapter 134 CXXXIII. Escape Route

"I'm sorry, Mr. Angela. We're leaving now. Please take care."

Ten minutes later, Angela, seemingly exhausted from crying, lay motionless on the bed. After saying goodbye, Payne led the beast girls away.

The beast girl, Florian, escorted them to the shop door, and only then did Payne ask, "Does Mr. Angela... have any children?"

Florian had a clear tear stain on her face, and the bandage around her other injured eye was also soaked. She forced back her grief and said:

“No… He had three children, but two of them died young, only Florian Angela survived to adulthood… His wife and parents also died young…”

In other words, Angela is now completely isolated.

Payne nodded with some regret, then asked, "You must be having a tough time, right?"

"Yes, as you can see, it's a small business."

“Oh…” Payne looked directly at Florian, “So what’s your situation?”