Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Back at the farm, Glenn found Gotaya and asked tentatively, "Can you ask the forest will if it noticed what I just experienced?"

Gotaya didn't understand what Glenn meant by his incoherent words. Just as he was about to ask for clarification, the response of the forest's will appeared in his mind.

She had no choice but to suppress her doubts and relayed, "The forest will said that it already knew. If the other party had not come to you, who it has paid special attention to, it would not have known that guy would come here."

"That guy should be coming towards you. I'm talking about the will of the forest."

"The Forest Will said that this is unlikely. The God of Truth should be aware of Will's ability. The cost and reward are not enough for the other party to take action against Will. It should have a bigger plan. Bayek is a very special place. Because of it, Will can grow so fast and be so special. Maybe what the other party really wants is in this town."

After listening to Gotaya's retelling, Glenn nodded and agreed with this point of view. "But it just brought down a will with little power. I don't think it can cause much trouble for the time being."

"Now we can only be as careful as possible to prevent the other party from causing irreparable consequences."

"Can't we give it some trouble?" Glenn would not be willing to be the passive party.

Gotaya listened for a while, but the forest's will was still not restored, so he just shook his head at Glenn.

"I heard that gods all have believers. Why don't I try to make a move in this area?" Glenn's mind worked very quickly and he came up with an idea.

This time the forest will responded, and the elf lady relayed, "Although the Church of the God of Truth has suffered greatly due to the attacks from various kingdoms, the Church of Truth was an extremely powerful church a long time ago. Even now, there are still devout believers in various places. Do you have to run around and find them one by one?"

Glenn thought about it again, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. What would happen if I mixed some messy things into their scriptures?"

The forest will fell silent again. This was a path it had never thought of. After all, although it had been born for a long time and knew much more about the world than ordinary people, when it came to gods, much of its knowledge could not be answered.

"It doesn't matter. I'll try them one by one. There will always be a way to disgust it. Anyway, I have plenty of ideas in my head."

Although Glenn is just a visitor from another world, he has read many novels about gods in Western fantasy, and there are always some settings that can play a role here.

After leaving the farm, Glenn returned home, wrote a reply letter to Dany, then packed up some things and prepared to go on a long journey.

First go to the main city and sell the house you just got.

After all, he had no plans to settle down in the main town of Battersea, either now or for a long time to come or forever.

Even if you want to buy a house in the main city, it is better to buy it in the main city of Keladria.

Because you can get there by just going out of the mysterious door in the basement.

In addition to this, he also had to talk to the White Bird Publishing House about the copyright infringement. If Glenn was not given a suitable price, he would not give up.

After doing all this, go directly to the city of Lions, find the painter named Hopedo, and join their club.

Everything was planned, and Glenn handed the key to the house to the new housekeeper, Dunrel.

He went out by himself and left in a deer cart.

Just one day after Glenn left, Blood Axe visited Glenn's shop in Dude Town again.

She was very surprised to see that the original tavern had been transformed into a new one, and the business was so good that it took her some effort to squeeze in.

Seeing a familiar face, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Hey, I remember your name is Luther, right? Is your boss Mr. Glenn here? I have brought what he needs?"

Luther was busy greeting the guests and only took the time to reply: "You are late. Mr. Glenn went to the main city yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Blood Axe looked annoyed.

Should I wait for him here, or go to the main city to find him? ...Blood Axe was in a dilemma.

Finally, she decided to go home and talk to her family first, and then wait for people to come back. If she went to look for him, she might not be able to find him.

She tightened her bag again and just as she squeezed out of the store, she met a girl dressed in civilian clothes. The girl smiled faintly and asked:

"Do you...long for redemption?"

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After entering the main city, Glenn headed towards the address of the house he had found for free.

Although there are many more horse-drawn carriages on the road than in the small town, it does not really hinder traffic.

There is a fork in the road ahead, and in the middle is a four or five-story spire-shaped building with a large disc-shaped window on top, through which you can see people walking around.

Glenn just glanced casually and headed to the left road.

However, a fierce quarrel was heard coming from the building, and the topic of the quarrel aroused Glenn's interest.

He looked up and saw a chair with its back against the glass in a window of the building.

I heard a male voice yelling, "You don't understand the significance of this invention at all! It will change this country! It will bring great convenience to the people!"

"Okay, sir, we understand that you really want to promote your work, but before that, someone in our kingdom has already invented something that can provide stable lighting. Your invention not only needs to install a circuit system that has not yet been promoted, but also has no guarantee of safety. It is really not a project worth investing in."

Another slightly shrill male voice gave a seemingly polite explanation.

"No! I've seen the thing you're talking about, and the brightness of that thing is not high at all! It's not suitable for lighting! Please believe me, if you just give me a little more time, I will let you see the feasibility of this invention!"

No matter what was said, the shrill male voice never agreed. Occasionally, other voices would echo the shrill male voice, in order to attack the man who wanted to promote his invention.

Glenn, who had been listening outside for a long time, felt as if he had caught an opportunity to make a fortune.

Is this someone thinking about the light bulb? It looks like they are in the initial stage and they are here to attract investment. Those people inside are obviously targeting them deliberately. Didn't they hear this? ... Glenn just waited.

The male voice finally stopped, realizing that he had failed, and seemed to have left.

At this time, Glenn heard the original shrill male voice and the other companions laughing:

"A foreign race wants to learn how to invent things from us? That's really unrealistic. Do they think that just tinkering with some junk can be considered an invention? That's too self-righteous..."

Foreigners? It turned out to be racial discrimination... Glenn probably understood why the guy who wanted to invent the light bulb was targeted.