Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Traps are Blood Axe's most special skill. If you want to take down a level 3 monster, the resources used must be expensive.

But it doesn’t matter, the rewards are enough to cover the cost and it’s very profitable.

After several days of searching and finding a target that met the requirements, and then several days of careful deployment, this powerful monster was finally hunted down.

After resting for a while, Blood Axe stood up and walked to the body of the monster, thinking about its valuable parts, and took out tools to cut and collect them.

After filling her backpack, she was about to leave, but she caught a glimpse of a faint red light the moment she turned around.

She turned her head again, squatted down, and carefully looked for the source of the red light.

The cutting tool in his hand started working again, and soon, a hard substance like a crystal appeared in Blood Axe's bloody hand.

"What is this?" Even Blood Axe, who had rich hunting experience and was familiar with the raw materials and parts of various monsters, had no idea what the object in his hand was.

Thinking it wouldn't hurt to take a few more things with him, he put them away and left the useless monster corpse behind.

……

With the departure of the little maid, Glenn found that he had much less free time and had to cook and clean for himself.

So recently I found a new helper who can manage hygiene, food and accommodation, a forest elf.

Of course it couldn't be Gotaya, she wasn't cut out for it.

The person who replaced Tia was a female elf named Deng Ruier, who was said to be a good logistics expert over there.

Glenn asked the other party with the mentality of giving it a try at first, but he didn't expect the latter to agree without even thinking about it.

This greatly changed his impression of the character of these elves.

Afterwards, Glenn also taught the elf some of his own cooking skills. The latter was very talented and learned it quickly. She was very grateful for Glenn's teachings and said that if it weren't for Glenn, she would never know that there are so many knowledge about cooking.

In the following days, Deng Ruier took care of everything very well, and there was not much for Glenn to find fault with.

One day, after practicing the magic of removal, Glenn came to the farm for inspection.

The first sight of the farm stunned him.

He saw that his farm had changed completely. Not only was the air much fresher, but even the original messy layout had changed.

It feels like entering a paradise.

Some workers who had just started work had a similar reaction to Glenn, thinking they had come to the wrong place.

Glenn looked around and finally found the suspected culprit of this phenomenon.

The high priest in white robe was chanting some spells at this moment, looking extremely pious.

"What are you doing?"

Glenn asked quietly.

The high priest did not answer immediately. Instead, he finished reciting the spell in his mouth before opening his eyes and looking at Glenn. He smiled faintly and said:

"Due to my health, I haven't had a chance to thank you these days. Thank you for saving my daughter and taking care of her these days. There's nothing I can do except improve the environment here."

"I've been wanting to modify the messy layout here for a long time, and you've been a great help," said Glenn.

"It's my honor, sir." The high priest said, imitating human etiquette.

Why are you so respectful to me? ... Glenn was a little confused. Considering the way the elves looked at him these days, he couldn't help but infer:

Gotaya must have said something to them. I have to ask him later.

"How is your recovery? Is everything okay?" Glenn asked with concern.

"Thanks to the great Mother Forest here, I have recovered a lot, and the fact that I can now use magic is proof of that."

"But that's all. I can see that you are still very weak. You still need more time to rest."

"Thank you for your concern. I will keep it in mind."

Glenn felt uncomfortable seeing the high priest being so respectful, so he waved goodbye and left the farm.

A worker in charge of transporting livestock told Glenn yesterday that Sheriff Dougley wanted to see him about something, so he was going to go and take a look.

When we arrived at the Dude Police Station, many police officers knew Glenn. When they saw him come in, they all greeted him or nodded.

After confirming with the police that the sheriff was in the office, Glenn turned a corner in a corridor in the station and knocked on the door of Dougley's office.

"Come in." Dougli's deep voice came from inside.

Glenn pushed the door open.

Seeing the person coming, Dao Geli put down what he was doing, stood up and said with a smile:

"Glenn, do you have someone above you? Yesterday I received an anonymous document from my superior. It contained the deed to a house and a bunch of keys, and there was also a note saying it was for you."

"what?"

Glenn's eyes widened slightly, and he looked completely clueless.

He really didn't understand who would give him a house as a gift.

"Don't you know? You should know someone who has a very close friend or relative working in the government, right?"

Douglas tried to remind Glenn.

But Glenn shook his head firmly. Whether it was the memory after the time travel or the memory of the original owner, he didn't know that the relationship was so close to this extent, and the person worked in the official high-level position.

"That's strange. The other party is anonymous and obviously doesn't want you to know." Dougley gestured to Glenn to find a place to sit, and he also sat on a chair to analyze.

"Where is the file? Can you show it to me?" Glenn asked.

"It's right here." Dougli handed a file bag on the table to Glenn and said, "I've seen it. It's a house in the main town of Battersea, in a relatively prosperous area. It's a nice big house. You can tell by the bunch of house keys."

Glenn had opened the document bag, and inside was indeed a property deed, a bunch of keys, and a piece of paper with a few lines of writing on it.

The paper said that everything was to be handed over to a man named Dylan Niebank.

The name of Dao Ge Li's original owner had been told to the sheriff before, so he knew he was the one he was looking for.

After searching through the original owner's memories, Glenn still couldn't find anyone who had the reason and ability to do this.

"Is there really no one to suspect?" Seeing Glenn frowning in thought, Dougli asked softly.

Glenn just shook his head slowly.

"So what are you going to do with these things?" the sheriff asked again.

The office was silent for a while before Glenn turned around and looked at Dougli and asked, "How much can these things sell for?"

The sheriff was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing, "I don't understand these things either. It's best to understand the market conditions before selling."

He didn't have much to say about Glenn's actions. It was originally the other party's stuff, and it was Glenn's business how he wanted to deal with it.

"That makes sense... By the way." Glenn seemed to remember something, "Is the editorial office of White Bird Publishing House in the main city of Battersea?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"A little copyright dispute."