When he heard that he was being transferred to the estate, the werewolf's face twisted with shock and misery.
He was shocked because he had not expected Leonard to switch so fast. Just a moment ago, he had thought this was a great man speaking up for him, and in the blink of an eye he had turned into someone kicking him while he was down.
And he was miserable because he did not want to go to the estate.
Not at all.
The werewolf estate was not some manor house like Malfoy Manor, with villas and gardens. It was basically a farm, used to grow ingredients for Wolfsbane Potion and other potion materials.
The work there was farming and guarding the potion fields, so it was hard work.
But that did not mean working at the estate was a bad thing. On the contrary, the living conditions there were good, and the pay was high.
However, because the places in Britain where estates were allowed to be built were usually in areas isolated from muggles, there were many dangerous magical creatures there.
So working there also meant facing quite a bit of danger.
Compared with the werewolves in the settlement, what the workers there had to endure was the loneliness of being far away from the bustle of life. So very few werewolves were willing to go.
But because of that, besides the good pay and benefits, there were also other perks. For example, if their children were werewolves too, they could study potion-making directly under Damocles, which basically solved the education problem.
For the werewolf wizard in front of them, leaving the werewolf settlement and going to work in a place that desolate was basically worse than death.
"No! Please, no!" the werewolf shouted. Only then did he finally remember his own boss, and he begged, "Boss, don't listen to him. I'm not going to the estate."
Leonard quietly watched the pleading werewolf, and since Leonard said nothing, Midgard did not speak either.
When the werewolf saw that Midgard was not saying anything, a vicious look appeared on his face. He turned to Leonard and cursed angrily, "You piece of shit, what do our werewolf affairs have to do with you? You fucking..."
Before he could finish, Midgard slapped him across the face and sent him flying.
"Insolence!" Midgard said coldly. "Talking wild in front of me like that? Looks like you really don't take me seriously at all!"
A fierce light flashed in Midgard's eyes.
In her view, the reason the entire werewolf group had the life they had now was because of Leonard's help. Without Leonard, there would be no werewolf settlement as it existed today.
Not a single werewolf wizard had the right to insult Leonard.
She had been willing to kill even werewolf companions she cared about in order to keep Leonard's identity from being exposed. Of course she would not allow anyone to insult Leonard right in front of her.
That slap from Midgard was heavy and vicious. It smashed the werewolf straight into the wall, and after he fell to the ground, he could not get up for a long time.
Leonard looked at the werewolf wizard lying there like a dead dog, and his voice turned cold.
"Why do you think you have the right to negotiate terms with your own boss? Do you even know what a leader is? Or in your eyes, is leader just an empty title?"
The werewolf lying on the ground was dizzy and dazed. It was not even clear whether he had heard Leonard's words.
But it did not matter anymore.
Once Leonard had spoken, Midgard would definitely carry it out. Before long, this guy would be thrown to one of the most remote estates to work the fields.
"Tell the person in charge over there to keep an eye on him. Don't let this kind of person damage werewolf unity," Leonard said to Midgard.
"Is that really necessary? I think punishing him a little is enough," Midgard said.
She would not question Leonard's decision, but the things that needed asking still had to be asked.
Marcus had taught her that. Judging from that, Marcus clearly did not place too much hope in his own leader.
"Just punish him a little?" Leonard shook his head. "Deep down, he does not respect your position at all. He's like the kind of wolf in a pack that does not care about the wolf king. You heard what he said about Marcus just now, right?"
"I heard it. Does that mean Marcus has a problem?" Midgard asked seriously.
A stunned look appeared on Leonard's face, and it took him a while to recover.
"You really did not listen to a single word I said earlier, did you?" Leonard shook his head. "Marcus did nothing wrong. Wolfsbane Potion should not be given away for free. Selling it to your people at a lower price is the correct approach. Werewolf wizards are a group, but a group should not be supporting useless waste."
Midgard suddenly understood.
"Oh, so that's what you meant. You scared me to death. I thought Marcus really had a problem."
"If he really had a problem, then wouldn't it be better for him to become leader himself?" Leonard shook his head, then looked at the werewolf lying on the ground groaning in pain. "As for this one... my view is that if he refuses to reflect properly, then just kill him."
"Ah? Why?" Midgard asked.
"Because this kind of person never remembers how others have treated him well. He only remembers how others have wronged him. He's an ungrateful white-eyed wolf who neither feels nor understands gratitude. If you let him go on like this, he will only get worse, and sooner or later he will affect and harm other people."
Leonard looked at Midgard.
"If he's even a little good with words, he can stir up a bunch of honest people and make trouble for you. And when that happens, you'll end up having to kill a whole lot of people."
"I just feel like killing isn't very good, especially since they're our own kind," Midgard said hesitantly.
"If you're soft-hearted, you can't be a leader, because you'll only end up being pushed around by your own subordinates until you become a puppet."
Leonard said calmly, "You can have a Bodhisattva's heart, but you must also have thunderbolt methods."
Midgard fell silent for a long time after hearing Leonard's words, as if she had understood something.
She thought of those foolish werewolf wizards who had followed the pure-blood Death Eaters and sided with Voldemort. If she had understood this sooner, maybe so many people would not have died.
Midgard was one of the rare good people in Knockturn Alley.
What made her good was that she was ruthless toward her enemies, yet when it came to her own companions, she found it very hard to truly harden her heart.
When she wiped out the remnants of her brother's followers, she could be covered in blood and show no mercy at all. But once those people surrendered, she no longer knew how to deal with them.
She understood now.
She had the compassionate heart Leonard spoke of, but not the thunderbolt methods she should have had.
"It looks like I still can't relax. I really need to learn properly," Midgard sighed.
"Take it slow. You... you're probably still young, right?" Leonard shrugged and made a small joke.
Midgard's expression darkened for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
"Come on, let's go see our potion master," Midgard said with a smile. "I wonder whether, without this guard watching him, our great potion master has actually been seriously researching Wolfsbane Potion."