Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

A short, fat man in a black servant's outfit appeared outside the hidden mansion, carrying something that looked like a lunch box.

Among the group of people guarding outside the mansion, a man in a butler's uniform took out a pocket watch from his inner pocket, looked at it, took the thing from the person who came, and then turned and entered the quiet mansion.

It's time for dinner.

But when he pushed open the huge brown-painted door, a faint smell of blood wafted into his nose.

Everyone who can be here can be considered as Homitt's confidant. They are not only responsible for managing this place, but also have outstanding abilities.

With a bad premonition in his heart, the man quickened his pace and shouted loudly: "Master, it's time to eat."

No one responded, which made the man in the butler's uniform feel more and more depressed. He prayed that nothing would happen to his young master.

However, he still saw the familiar figure lying in a pool of blood.

It's over... This was the only thing that came to his mind.

……

Inside the Punk family’s luxurious manor.

A luxurious convoy accompanied by twenty knights drove into the manor, and the servants who were working nearby stepped forward to salute.

This is Count Punk's motorcade.

The dark magician who transformed into Hommit hurried forward to greet him, imitating the usual Hommit appearance.

The convoy stopped and the knights stood in two neat rows. Count Punk got off the car with his wife and three sons.

The third Punk who made the mistake lowered his head, with bruises on the corners of his mouth.

Count Punk and his wife both looked extremely gloomy.

"Dear father, how was the journey?" the fake Homit asked attentively.

Count Punk looked at his third son coldly, then walked towards the mansion where he lived without saying a word.

Obviously, this confrontation with the elf delegation did not gain any advantage.

But the fake Homit was relieved. It was best not to communicate this way, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

But he was happy too early.

Count Punk called all family members into the hall, seemingly preparing for a family meeting.

"That group of greedy elves!" Count Punk paced back and forth in the hall, venting his anger over the days of litigation with the elves. "They should really be sold to the slave market! It's ok to ask for gold coins, but they actually want us to pay ten tons of magic stones as compensation?! They are asking for too much! I'm almost going to lose all the family property I worked so hard to accumulate! Why don't they want your life!? Ferco!"

Filco is the name of Count Punk's third son.

Seeing that his father was pointing the finger at him as expected, Filco could only choose to lower his head deeply. Whatever he said now would anger his father.

"Why are you lowering your head? You must have been very proud when you caught the Pokémon, right?!" Count Punk took a few steps forward and kicked Filco down.

During the days of the lawsuit, he had the urge to kill this useless son more than once.

In court, he tried his best to put all the blame on his third son, but those long-eared guys on the other side obviously didn't buy it and insisted that this matter must have been instigated by the entire Punk family.

Otherwise, if we only target a useless noble son, we won't be able to extract much value.

Seeing Filco being kicked and scolded on the ground by Count Punk, the other descendants were all silent.

If Holmit were really here, he would be trembling with fear because of his guilty conscience.

But the fake Homit was not feeling well either, and he wanted to beat Homit up severely.

He was actually asked to suffer this punishment instead.

The dark magician's irritable heart could hardly be suppressed.

"From today on, if any of you cause me trouble again and ask me to deal with it, I will drive you to the countryside! Don't even think about coming back!"

Count Punk gasped and said with a fierce expression.

"As for you, go to Finar, which has just been trampled by the devil. I will buy a piece of land there, and you can reflect on your mistakes there!"

Hearing that his father was actually going to send him to such a barren place, Filco could no longer remain silent and begged with tears and snot:

"Please don't! Father, I'm your son! You can't do this to me! Please!"

But Count Punk just looked at him with disgust and asked several servants to carry him out.

After that, Count Punk began to talk about the new house rules he had half-prepared on the road.

Fake Homit had never wanted to leave a place as much as he did now.

Just when he was about to reach the limit of his patience, a warning magic set up outside the manor suddenly captured a familiar person.

That was the servant who was supposed to be in Hormit's hidden mansion.

Fake Homi took advantage of the moment when Count Punk's eyes were turned away, transformed into a fake body that could not be maintained for long, and then disappeared.

Outside the manor, a servant who was sneaking back to the manor from a small path suddenly bumped into a figure.

When I looked up, I saw it was Hormit's guardian magician.

"What's going on?" the dark magician asked with anger towards Homit.

The servant trembled and said tremblingly: "Master Magician, Master Homitt... he is dead..."

"What?!" The dark magician's eyes suddenly widened, and a green light burst out. The servant in front of him was actually stared into a skeleton by him, and fell to the ground the next moment.

The dark magician ignored the skeletons on the ground and rushed to Hormit's secret mansion as fast as possible.

On the other side, Count Punk, who was giving a stern lecture, noticed that his eldest son had been keeping the same posture for a long time. He asked a few questions out loud out of confusion, but he watched Homitt turn into a shadow and disappear without a trace.

He was immediately filled with question marks.

At this time, a figure in a gorgeous robe appeared and said to Count Punk, "This is a fake body. The Homitt who was here just now was also fake. It should be Soth who transformed."

Soth is the name of Hormit's guardian magician.

Count Punk smelled something bad and yelled to everyone in the hall: "Go find Holmit!"

……

A slender figure was running in the dark forest.

Pernas didn't know how long she had been walking, she only knew that she couldn't stop and had to get as far away from the mansion as possible.

The dark jungle is undoubtedly extremely eerie and terrifying.

This was a double torture, both mentally and physically, for the blonde girl.

Her skirt was torn by the branches and there were small scratches on her face.

Occasionally, the howling of wolves could be heard from the distant hills, which further intensified her panic.

It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay... I repeated this silently in my mind to comfort myself.

Just as she stopped to rest and prepared to continue running, the familiar voice finally appeared again:

"Pernas, are you still there?"

When the blonde lady saw the strange thing at a glance, her heart was filled with ecstasy. She held it in her hand, covered her mouth and cried silently.