pertwk Chapter 7: Lucas, are you sure?
Chapter 7: Lucas, are you sure?
The wind howled against the window frames of the wooden house, and the rain curtain tore through the distant view, shrouding the world in an oppressive gloom.
"Aww—"
At this time.
A hoarse, wild howl suddenly tore through the noise of the wind and rain, piercing through miles and precisely into Lucas's ears.
Thanks to his super hearing, the eerie, ferocious roar was so clear it seemed to be right outside the wall, giving Lucas goosebumps instantly.
Wolf--
coming?
The boy's expression didn't relax at all; on the contrary, it became even stranger.
Thanks to a small mountain range just a few miles from Highway 8, wolves are a familiar sight to the residents of Smallville, especially to farming families like the Kent family who live in the suburbs and own their own farms.
Their chickens, ducks, and sheep are visited many times each year.
Those picky wolves especially love these domesticated, succulent livestock and poultry.
But how could a wild wolf possibly make such a commotion?
The dull thud of breaking trees, the vibration of trampling earth and stones, the roar of running and crushing bushes...
The impact was so powerful, it felt just like a car traveling at high speed.
How big must that wolf be?
One hundred kilograms?
Two hundred kilograms?
Lucas's face was tense.
He wouldn't be so naive as to doubt that he had misheard or that the wind and rain had confused his hearing.
It's better to doubt others than to doubt yourself.
Most importantly, the opponent moves at an astonishing speed, weaving through the muddy woodlands like a speeding car, swift and ferocious.
Fortunately, things didn't turn out too badly.
Instead of heading straight for his farm, the other vehicle suddenly turned halfway and sped eastward.
He was already extremely familiar with this suburban area.
To the east is the Potter family's farm.
There is a rather large horse stable there.
In addition to a dozen or so thoroughbred riding horses and a few heavy farm horses, there were also varying numbers of cattle and sheep.
It's obvious that compared to our own family, that place is definitely the big spender.
Are they going to take advantage of the big spenders?
Lucas didn't have the urge to wear his underwear on the outside and act as a savior.
Furthermore, his small arms and legs were not enough to support such unrealistic ambitions.
Moreover, Neil Porter's background is rather unique; he was Jonathan's ex-girlfriend, and the two had a passionate and complicated relationship.
He didn't quite believe that Ms. Martha would forget about it.
So let's silently cheer for the Potters!
Beside him, Clark imitated Lucas's actions, placing his ear on the slightly damp glass window, just like he was doing.
Unfortunately, at this point, Superman had not yet activated his super hearing, and his hearing was no different from that of an ordinary person.
as predicted.
Just a few seconds later, Clark looked away, losing interest, and began to observe the water droplets splashing everywhere outside the window.
To be honest, he actually hates rainy days and cloudy days. In comparison, he prefers sunny days and enjoys lying on the grass comfortably basking in the sun.
Perhaps Lucas's schedule is too tight, and the two brothers don't get enough time to communicate.
Or perhaps the former is naturally cold and taciturn, always shrouded in a sense of aloofness that keeps strangers at bay...
Despite wanting to talk to his older brother, Clark would instinctively swallow his words whenever he met his brother's cold gaze.
Clark's subtle actions could not possibly escape Lucas's notice.
What could a three-year-old possibly talk about?
It's nothing more than candy, toys, cartoon characters seen on TV, or whimsical, childish ramblings.
As an adult with a mature soul and lofty goals, Lucas simply couldn't find common ground with Clark.
Instead of wasting time dealing with it, you might as well use it to refresh the panel.
After all, the feeling of gradually becoming stronger is simply irresistible.
After Lucas turned four, his physical training was no longer limited to kicking and crawling.
These basic movements are no longer sufficient for him.
Just two months ago, Lucas began to explore more challenging sports.
For example, the Thomas Turn, the Russian Turn, and so on.
[You are performing a Thomas Flair. Stamina +3, your core, shoulder and arm strength, hip and thigh muscle strength +1, Thomas Flair proficiency +1.]
[You are performing a Russian push-up. Stamina +3, shoulder, chest, triceps, core, and serratus anterior strengthening +1, Russian push-up proficiency +1.]
【…】
After doing several sets, Lucas was already slightly sweaty.
As expected of one of the three great techniques of street workout, its energy consumption is terrifying.
Clark remained unmoved, his mind preoccupied with the prospect of sunny days and the return of the blazing sun.
He had seen his older brother do this strange thing several times before.
At first, I was very curious and even tried to imitate it, but the difficulty was too great. After failing several times, I decided to give up.
During his training, Lucas remained vigilant, his attention still focused on the strange beast that resembled a wolf.
More than ten minutes had passed, and apart from the initial few panicked cries of cattle, sheep, and horses, the Potter family manor was eerily quiet.
Lucas tilted his head and finally heard a different sound.
Snap, gurgle...
It sounded like there was also a muffled thud of flesh tearing and bones grinding together.
The answer is self-evident.
Aunt Neil seems to be in for a huge loss...
The only saving grace was that he hadn't heard anyone calling for help.
Instead, I heard a constant snoring and teeth grinding.
Splash...
The torrential rain showed no signs of abating, pouring down relentlessly, accompanied by several deafening roars.
It not only impaired Lucas's hearing to some extent, but also blocked his vision to a certain degree.
After thinking for a moment, he decisively turned around and walked towards the living room.
Seeing this, Clark hurriedly followed. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of unease, which only subsided when he was by his older brother's side.
In the living room.
The soft, yellowish light spread out, dispelling the damp chill and oppressive atmosphere of the rainy night.
Jonathan sat at the wooden table tidying up farm tools, while Martha, wearing an apron, busied herself at the stove preparing dinner.
Seeing Lucas and Clark approaching one after the other, the woman immediately smiled and said, "You two little gluttons, did you smell the food?"
She knew very well that some precocious eldest sons didn't really communicate with their younger sons, but seeing the two brothers together still made Martha feel genuinely warm.
Lucas shook his head: "Mom and Dad, I just saw a dark shadow that looked like a wolf flash past the window and headed towards Aunt Potter's house."
Jonathan stopped what he was doing and asked suspiciously, "Lucas, are you sure you're not mistaken? It really is a wolf?"
He's bound to have doubts.
With rain this heavy, unless someone has been incredibly unlucky, it's almost impossible for wild animals to come down the mountain at this time.