My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 88

"Was it really that good?" Tristan was taken aback to hear those words but he could not find any other expression on Vulture’s face stating that he was talking shit right now and he and the others also knew that it was really almost impossible to go out of the center of the western district without being surrounded by hundreds in just a few seconds.

Vulture nodded, his smug smirk widening. "You’d better not harm Bell and her bees again, or I won’t be there to help you explain it to Young Madam. And if Bell stings you to death, don’t count on anyone coming to your aid," he warned, recalling Kisha’s attachment to her bees.

"You’ll have to explain yourself to Young Madam when she wakes up, or don’t blame me if Master gives you a hard time," he added with a mischievous chuckle.

Tristan croaked, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity wash over him as he observed Vulture and the others. They seemed different now—less cold and stoic, more uplifted and lively than he remembered from before the apocalypse. He couldn’t help but feel curious about Kisha and her interactions with everyone else, especially with Duke.

Tristan nodded in agreement with Vulture’s warning. "I’ll handle it," he assured, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Vulture’s interruption grated on Tristan’s nerves. They had already wasted enough time with discussions. Time was of the essence now.

And Vulture stopped him once more, igniting Tristan’s impatience. "What now?" he demanded, feeling the urgency of their situation. "If you’re thinking of joining me, it’s best you stay put and let me scout down there alone."

"I’m not trying to halt your progress; I’m suggesting a more efficient approach," Vulture retorted with a sneer. Recalling what he had forgotten earlier, he saw an opportunity to leverage it—perhaps it was the reason Kisha had summoned Bell before she lost consciousness. "Considering Bell’s capabilities, we could delegate the scouting to her.

It’s unlikely anyone down there would harm her bees again." With a subtle jab at Tristan, he emphasized the misstep in his previous actions.

Tristan’s impatience dissipated, replaced by a sense of embarrassment as he approached Vulture. "How do we go about that? Can you communicate with the bees?"

"Of course not," Vulture replied with a sarcastic smile. "I trust Bell to figure it out. It’s smart enough to handle it."

Impressed by Vulture’s compliment, Bell flew in front of him, her stinger wiggling in the air. Within moments, the scattered bees, which Kisha hadn’t retrieved, converged towards Bell. Tristan and Vulture watched as the bees lined up like disciplined soldiers, with Bell leading the way. After a brief moment of stillness, the regular bees began to fly towards the sewer, leaving Bell behind.

After dispatching the bees for scouting, Bell returned to perch on top of Vulture’s head. "I suppose all we can do now is wait and hope for the best," Vulture said uncertainly, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

Tristan, equally perplexed, opted to accompany the bees on their reconnaissance mission. Without waiting for Vulture to offer further explanation, he dashed toward the manhole from which Vulture and the others had emerged. He remained uncertain about the workings of the bees, despite Vulture’s assurances of their reliability.

Tristan couldn’t comprehend how Vulture would discern the outcome if he couldn’t communicate with the bees in the same way Kisha could.

After reaching the entrance of the closed manhole, he slowly opened it before jumping down. With light in the sewers, his sight remained unaffected, and he could see everything clearly. He hurried toward the direction Vulture had mentioned they came from, but he only took a few steps before catching sight of a group of zombies heading his way.