Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 247 He's Actually Named Salazar

Upon hearing this, Scarlett paused. A name.

Such a distant term, over a decade, had passed. If it hadn't been for Trenton mentioning it, Scarlett would have gradually forgotten the name.

Seeing Scarlett's lack of response, Trenton turned his head to look at Scarlett, noticing a stain at the corner of Scarlett's mouth. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket with a prominent logo on one corner. Trenton held the handkerchief and wiped the stain off Scarlett's mouth casually, asking, "You don't have a name?"

Scarlett shook her head and pursed her lips, and as Trenton gently wiped away the stain from Scarlett's mouth, her expression changed. She raised her chin slightly and asked, "Then what's your name?" Trenton didn't expect Scarlett to ask back, but he saw no harm in telling her. He directly replied, "Trenton Salazar." Salazar?

The surname was Salazar.

Scarlett was Involuntarily plunged into memories.

Over a decade ago, the Miller Witchcraft Tribe was completely wiped out. The entire tribe, including the place where they mourned for the deceased relatives, was destroyed and all burnt to ashes.

As the fire burned continuously for three days and nights, a group of upright figures suddenly arrived.

General Salazar led them and exuded a strong aura. He looked at the raging fire, his eyes full of sorrow.

A subordinate informed, "General Salazar, everyone is dead."

The other subordinates surveyed the entire area and reported back.

The man known as General Salazar let out a sigh and waved his hand. In a solemn voice, he ordered his men, "No need to worry about it. Clean up this place. Bury all the charred bodies." However, no one noticed. On the hill behind, a wolf and a child, the young Scarlett, silently witnessed everything.

Trenton noticed Scarlett seemed lost in thought. Despite her lovely appearance, her expression was serious. He couldn't help but smile. and asked, "Kid, what are you thinking about?" Scarlett lowered her gaze, her eyes serious, and then said, "Scarlett Miller."

To those born into the Miller Witchcraft Tribe, generation after generation, bore the surname Miller.

And the child of The Princess of the Miller Witchcraft Tribe was named Scarlett, which meant rich red.

"Scarlett Miller," Trenton pondered a moment and said, "It seems to be an unusual name."

Trenton had never heard of anyone with the surname Miller around him, but upon reflection, it seemed familiar from somewhere in his younger days.

The sky gradually darkened.

Scarlett finished eating a whole deer leg and let out a burp.

Trenton smirked. "Full?" he asked.

Scarlett casually tossed the bone in her hands, looked at Trenton, nodded heavily, and said, "Thank you, Trenton."

Trenton roasted the rest of the deer legs, tied them up with vines, and then looked at Scarlett, concerned about her wound. He then lifted Scarlett with one hand. Scarlett felt her body was light, quickly wrapped her arms around Trenton's neck, and sat sideways on his arm.

Her line of sight elevated once again.

Nice.

Scarlett suddenly spoke up, "Trenton, Scarlett didn't want to kill Trenton anymore."

Then she said, "Trenton, the specific location of the divine doctor association is not in the western direction."

The western direction was the territory of the werewolf leader.

Hearing this, Trenton laughed, and replied, "I knew it. You can't fool me."

Scarlett looked at Trenton's handsome profile from top to bottom, smiling lightly.

"Isn't Trenton mad?" she probed.

After a long time, she asked again, "Aren't you mad at me?"

Scarlett deceived Trenton.

It was a deception that literally led him to death.

If the werewolf leader found out about Trenton's existence, he would probably bite off Trenton's neck and would have killed Trenton on the spot. "No," he simply answered, his tone was gentle.

Trenton wouldn't be mad at Scarlett.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow, and lifted the corner of her mouth, forming a beautiful smile.

Trenton and Scarlett walked northward like this. The sky had completely darkened, and the temperature difference between day and night in the forest was extreme. Scarlett gradually felt a chill creeping over her. Normally at this time, the werewolf association would have finished hunting, except for a few male wolves patrolling around. The rest of the wolves were dozing off while Scarlett slept in the arms of the werewolf leader.