Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Dear Glenn, we have arrived at Burt. He received Ricky and me very warmly. Thank God, Burt is very successful. He has opened a second factory, which seems to produce parts for some instruments. I don't know much about it. He has arranged everything for us. I think Ricky and I will live well, so you don't have to worry about us.

"Burte dotes on Ricky very much. When he is not busy, he often takes Ricky to the Vatican Square in the city to play. There are various activities organized by the missionaries of St. Saviour. Everyone will linger because of the liveliness there. You must come and see it if you have the chance.

"I told Burt about your situation. He didn't believe me at first and thought I was lying to him. I explained a lot to him and he finally believed me. He asked me to tell you that becoming a magician is something more amazing than what he did. Don't give up and go forward boldly. If you encounter any difficulties, he will do his best to support you. If your business can't continue, you don't have to do it. He can support all of us brothers and sisters.

"Sangjisi and the others also wrote to say that they are doing well recently. It seems that everything will develop in a good direction. I really want to say so, but Burt told me that he has been investigating the murderer who killed his parents. Although there has been no substantial progress, the other party seems to have noticed him and did something. After that, Burt never dared to investigate again. He also asked me to tell you not to touch this matter.

"That's all I have to say. Love you, Dany."

After putting the letter away, Glenn stroked his chin and thought.

The death of the original owner's parents was very strange, and the police's characterization was also very hasty, which shows that the murderer's power is extremely powerful.

It was most likely a business competitor. The original owner's father was very good at business and could be considered a super wealthy businessman. To be able to kill him so easily, he must have used high-level supernatural powers... Glenn analyzed and looked at the employees who were working at the moment.

"Mr. Glenn, there are a few elves who are working very efficiently. I think we can develop them. They must have great potential."

Kyle hadn't left yet, waiting for the right moment to interject.

"If you think you can do it, just give it a try." Glenn waved his hand, signaling the other party to handle it himself.

Let's put the matter of the murderer aside for now. If there's a chance in the future, we can avenge the original owner. It would be even better if the other party comes to our door, as that would save effort and we can just follow the clues and uproot them completely.

"Okay, I'll go tell him right away." After getting permission, Kyle was about to turn around and leave when Glenn suddenly stopped him.

"You wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked confused.

Glenn looked Kyle up and down, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Just as Kyle was about to speak, Glenn spoke first: "These forest elves should be considered your kind? Why didn't I see you communicating with them during the first few days after they arrived?"

Kyle seemed to be very reluctant to face the question, but he did not dare to offend Glenn, so he blushed and said:

"We elves value our appearance the most. I can't hold my head up in front of them..."

Glenn suddenly realized that the burns on Kyle's face were indeed extremely ugly and the disfigurement was complete.

"Then why do you seem to get along well with them now?" he asked.

"I don't know. They came to me on their own initiative. Maybe it was me...your charm that conquered them..."

Kyle's last words show what it means to have a will to survive.

So strange? Could it be that these elves wanted to stay here for a long time? ... Glenn was too lazy to think about it, so he explained some things and turned to leave.

……

In an ordinary carriage heading to Dude, an elderly man with fluffy white hair and dressed in old-fashioned gentleman's suit slowly closed the story collection in his hand that he had flipped through countless times.

He looked ahead with his slightly cloudy old eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Glenn, you must be a genius like me..."

……

After returning home, Glenn ate something first, then avoided the maid's request to finish his manuscript and immersed himself in studying magic.

Maybe because he was improved by the giant in the ruins, Glenn actually mastered all the theoretical knowledge of the magic in just one day. He truly understood it and all he needed was enough practice.

This undoubtedly gave him great surprise. Now he was already a true first-level magician.

This could have made him so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, but he felt sleepy after a short while.

Without giving it much thought, Glenn went straight to bed to rest.

My eyelids are closed but my mind is uncontrollably recalling all sorts of random thoughts.

The sky I saw when I first opened my eyes when I came here, the two werewolves I killed, and all the scenes I saw when I entered meditation later...

The scenes kept changing until a fleeting moment made Glenn feel something was wrong.

It was something like a stone tablet under the evil god's flesh ball. Glenn couldn't find any reason why, but he instinctively felt it was very strange.

At that time, he just took a look and his eyes popped out. Now when he recalls the stone tablet in his mind, he still feels uncomfortable.

"Mr. Glenn..."

"Mr. Glenn...Mr. Glenn..."

"Mr. Glenn!"

Glenn suddenly woke up and found himself in a remote wilderness. The scene looked very familiar. Looking ahead, he saw the familiar sinkhole was still there.

The elf lady behind him grabbed his hand with all her strength, and kept calling his name, her face flushed red, obviously she was using all her strength.

As if sensing that the person had stopped, Gotaya tried to call out a few more times, and finally heard Glenn's reply:

"I'm all right."

Miss Elf heaved a sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, saying with lingering fear:

"Mr. Glenn, you looked so scary just now. I felt like you could turn into a monster at any time. If the forest will hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known you would suddenly appear."

Glenn didn't pay much attention to Gotaya's complaints. He looked a little unhappy now. He was being controlled without anyone noticing.

This is absolutely unacceptable for someone who has such strong control over himself.

Now he really wanted to go down, develop more potential, transform into an eighth or ninth level werewolf, and tear the evil god down there into pieces.

But the loss was too great, and a trump card was thrown away in vain.

"Mr. Glenn, what are you thinking about? What happened just now? Why did you suddenly become like that?" Seeing that Glenn remained silent, Gotaya stepped forward and asked.

"Nothing, it's the evil god down there who did it. I seem to have some sequelae. I really want to destroy that thing down there now."

Glenn said this very calmly, but only he knew how much murderous intent was in his heart.