Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Kid, remember this. If you dare to do that again, I will find you and cut off your ears and tongue. Do you understand?"

The boy nodded frantically with trembling lips when he heard Glenn's horrifying words.

Glenn then threw the man to the ground and walked over to Bana.

Regardless of the other person's wailing, he grabbed the other person's collar and said, "Stop shouting, I know you are still awake."

Bana slowly stopped talking, but her body was still shaking in pain, and she stared at Glenn with resentment.

"Don't look at me like that. I have killed more than one level three magician like you. Even a level four magician is no match for me. Do you think you are qualified to look at me like that?"

Glenn's words were so certain that Bana's eyes opened wide.

Seeing that the female magician had lowered her head, Glenn stood up again and said to the people around him:

"And those few people just now, don't think I can't find you just because you hide in the crowd. Be careful with your words next time, otherwise no one can save you."

Of course, those people heard these words.

To put it bluntly, they only have a third-level magician as their backer at most, so how could they afford to offend Glenn?

"What are you still looking at? Go do whatever you need to do, don't take up public resources here."

Glenn raised his hand to drive the crowd away, and the crowd dispersed.

Bana left dejectedly with the crowd and her apprentice.

Glenn walked toward the booth again.

The bracket said: "It turns out that you are not only a magic apprentice, but also a warrior."

Glenn didn't answer but asked, "Don't you have security here? I thought there would be some swords and axes to maintain order."

This time it was the booth that answered: "There's no need to alert security for such a small fight."

It was indeed a minor incident... Glenn understood and nodded slightly, continuing with the previous topic:

"Then tell me how much is your cheapest prop?"

"Two gold coins and fifty silver coins." The stand said directly.

That’s two hundred and fifty silver coins… Glenn’s mouth twitched, and he turned and left.

He doesn't really need these things right now, so he won't waste money.

After Glenn left, the booth whispered to the stand, "Did you over-report?"

The bracket seemed to think for a while: "I remembered it wrong..."

After leaving the exchange, Glenn was about to say something to the brown-haired boy waiting outside when suddenly a loud whistle was heard in the sky.

I saw a bird of prey as big as a fighter jet flying across the sky and flying into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Knight Rez? Where is he going?" the brown-haired boy murmured in a low voice.

Glenn heard it, turned around and asked, "Who is Knight Rez?"

"Ah!?" The brown-haired boy was startled. He didn't expect Glenn's ears to be so sensitive. After thinking for a while, he answered honestly:

"Knight Rez is one of the four guardian knights of Keladria, and the only powerful knight who has the Sky Lord as his mount."

"Sky Lord? Is that the big bird from before?"

"Yes, sir."

After getting the affirmation, Glenn smiled and asked, "Did the dragon clan agree to this name?"

"The Sky Lord doesn't mean the Sky Overlord, so the Dragon Clan didn't say anything about it."

The brown-haired boy explained.

"That's true." Glenn stopped talking about this and asked, "I saw that Sky Lord was flying very fast. Is there a war going on somewhere and they need to provide support?"

"That, I don't know." The boy shook his head.

Glenn was only slightly curious and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he said, "Okay, that's all for today. Thank you for your hard work."

"Sir, you just arrived here, there must be a lot of places where you need me, such as where the housing is cheap, where..."

"No thanks." Glenn interrupted the boy, "I don't need any of these. I don't live here."

The brown-haired boy fell silent, then said, "Two silver coins, thank you sir."

Glenn, who was about to pay, paused. It only took him more than two hours to hire this guide, and the price would definitely not be more than sixty copper coins.

He looked at the young man and saw that he was still respectful, but there were a few people in work clothes approaching him.

Glenn sneered in his heart. He had noticed from the beginning that several people had been following the young man, and he guessed their purpose.

Sure enough, now the true face is revealed.

Just as several men in work clothes were about to surround Glenn, Glenn suddenly stomped his foot on the ground!

boom!

The ground cracked instantly, and the cracks spread one or two meters with Glenn as the center.

The brown-haired boy and the people nearby all felt their bodies shake.

"Sorry, there was a bug just now." Glenn smiled at the boy, "How much did you say just now?"

The people who were approaching froze for a moment, then turned and ran.

The brown-haired boy's calves were shaking, and he felt like he had to pee. He said with a trembling voice, "Twenty, no, free, no money..."

Glenn walked up to the other person, placed twenty copper coins in his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked away.

Glenn originally wanted to ask about the house prices here, but when he thought about the price that Bracket had just quoted for a cheap prop, he felt that the house prices here wouldn't be that low.

It’s better to wait for some time before coming back... Thinking this, he hired a carriage and drove towards the city gate.

……

Dude Town.

The roar of voices almost broke through the sky.

The police officers are facing a huge challenge - persuading the townspeople to evacuate.

Although the police officers have told everyone the seriousness of the matter, some people still don't believe it or are unwilling to leave.

Most of them have all their property here, and leaving means giving up everything and starting over, which is enough to make them abandon their rationality.

In this regard, Daogli tried his best but was powerless. He could only hope that the big shot who could control the situation would come down as soon as possible.

Just like Dude Town, the situation is the same in several surrounding towns.

The police station’s local credibility is even less than that required to carry out such an operation.

Hank's farm.

Several police officers were arguing with Hank.

"Sir, please evacuate as soon as possible! Safety is the most important thing!"

"If you lose these, you can build another one. But if you lose your life, you will lose everything!"

The police officers were already sweating profusely.

"No! You don't know how much I've done for these! I can't give up these!" Hank pushed the police officer in front of him.

His two children were crying and no matter how the nanny tried to comfort them, they couldn't stop.

While the scene was noisy...

Rumble…

The ground shook violently several times, and the noisy people instantly quieted down.

Perhaps after enduring for a long time, one of the police officers turned around and walked away quickly, saying, "Damn it! If he wants to die, let him go! Anyway, I don't want to die!"

With someone taking the lead, most of the remaining police officers stopped arguing and chose to follow.

Only a few people, perhaps with genuine kindness, still wanted to persuade Hank and his employees.