Free Web NovelChapter 1087: Chapter 763: Hanging a Sheep’s Head [05]
Nora Scott instantly came to her senses.
Then, after finding out Fátima’s location, she moved her wrist and happily headed over.
"Sis!"
"Sis."
As soon as she stepped nearby, she saw Oliver and Marcus Shaw, who greeted her one after the other.
It had been half a month since they last met, and the two of them seemed to have changed.
Their appearance and height hadn’t changed much, but their aura had clearly transformed, especially Oliver, who had shed most of his youthful shyness, showing a visibly rapid growth.
Oliver smiled brightly and cheerfully, while Marcus Shaw remained as indifferent and calm as ever.
"How did you get here so early?" Nora Scott examined the two, her eyes secretly filled with satisfaction.
She originally thought Oliver and Marcus Shaw would arrive around the same time as them, closer to dusk. But here it was, just past noon, and they had already arrived.
"We finished our tasks and wanted to come early, so we booked last night’s flight," Oliver explained, with a smile at the corners of his eyes.
"Hmm." Nora Scott nodded, then asked, "Where’s Miss Morton?"
"She’s having a meeting in the tent. It’s all about some arrangements, so we decided to step out," Oliver said.
A routine meeting.
Him and Marcus Shaw staying there didn’t really serve much purpose, so they thought they’d take a stroll instead. Just as they came out, they ran into Nora Scott.
Hearing Oliver say this, Nora Scott didn’t rush in, "Did she make you do anything?"
"..."
"..."
The air instantly turned silent.
Oliver and Marcus Shaw exchanged a glance.
...
Ten minutes later, Fátima’s meeting ended, the attendees gradually came out, leaving only Fátima organizing documents and April Thomason snacking away.
Nora Scott lifted the curtain and walked in.
Her expression was a bit indescribable.
Fátima glanced at her sideways, raising an eyebrow, "What’s with that look?"
"..."
Nora Scott said nothing.
She walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
She assumed an air of authority.
Fátima was long used to it and ignored her.
April Thomason tossed a peanut aside, clapped her hands, sat up straight, ready to enjoy the drama.
"My two brothers." Nora Scott paused halfway through her sentence on purpose.
"What about them?"
Fátima obligingly picked up the conversation.
So, Nora Scott spoke up, "The top scorer in the college entrance exam."
"..."
"A total genius."
"..."
"The best-looking boy in school."
"..."
After finishing those prefixes, Nora Scott could no longer hold back, "Why are they tending horses?"
"They agreed to it," Fátima said nonchalantly.
"Why does it have to be them?"
Fátima leisurely and honestly explained, "We can’t afford to lose face as part of the army."
"..."
I! Just! Knew!
When it comes to maintaining one’s image, she’s an exception, but her junior sister... is absolutely conscious of it.
The sky can fall.
But an image cannot.
——Such is the person who is incredibly concerned about her own image.
"If there’s nothing else, you’re dismissed." Fátima lowered her gaze and continued reviewing her materials.
Nora Scott exclaimed in surprise, "Are you talking to me?"
"Unless you’d like to handle these——" Fátima paused, raising a stack of documents, pointing to the words ’Biel Hall’, "matters that are within your duties?"
"..."
Taking her leave.
Nora Scott stood up, patted her sleeves, and prepared to leave.
Finally, she asked, "When does the show start?"
Fátima looked up and smiled, "Soon."
...
When Fátima said "soon," she wasn’t kidding.
Nora Scott just went to the next tent to snack on some sunflower seeds with April Thomason.
——Oh, just after Nora Scott left, April Thomason got kicked out by Fátima for being too cheeky.
Eventually, these two sworn sisters ended up in the next tent, venting about Fátima. But as the venting went on, Nora Scott felt that April Thomason’s words were too harsh and started contemplating giving her a beating.
As soon as the thought arose, even before any action, Fátima lifted the curtain and peeked inside.
"Hurry up, the show’s starting."
With that, she tossed each of them a pair of binoculars.
Officially provided, high-quality resolution.
Unbelievable.
Nora Scott and April Thomason immediately left the tent.
Early this morning, the support group decided to go for an "on-site inspection" in Maze Village.
Initially, they wanted to bring a group of people to help them carry stuff. They had asked for help before, and nobody objected, but this time when they were looking for help, the elusive Fátima suddenly appeared, stating that everyone had their tasks and no time to do menial work for them, so if they had things, they should carry them themselves.
This left those scholars distressed.
Anyway, they proceeded with just their group.
By noon, they would return for lunch, empty-handed and without equipment.
——At the camp, they could eat freshly cooked meals, but in Maze Village, they could only eat dry instant rice. Having not suffered much hardship before, they were unwilling to eat the instant rice, preferring to make a round trip even if it wasted a bit of time.
Fátima, April Thomason, and Nora Scott sat on a hillside, uniformly holding up their binoculars, watching the entire group keenly.
"Are your two brothers going to manage?" April Thomason was still worried, "What if they don’t manage to test anyone and instead get kicked by a horse... not worth it."
Nora Scott, however, was very confident, "They won’t."
Successfully passing through the "rite of passage," these two young men were no longer the same as before.
"Here they come."
Fátima lazily reminded the two.
They immediately raised their binoculars.
Through their view, the support group indeed came without any valuable equipment, walking empty-handed toward the camp.
In groups of threes and fours, seeming quite lively.
Fátima, having confirmed the headcount, brought the walkie-talkie to her lips, enunciating each word, "Action."
From the other side came Marcus Shaw’s brief response, "Received."
