Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Who is the old wolf king? It sounds like he should be the leader of a wolf group. What she said, could it be that this wolf king still doesn't allow me to sell pork? So overbearing? Glenn, who was distracted, forgot to speak for a while and was stunned for a while.

Miss Abnormal noticed that the other party was distracted, and chuckled and said, pulling the other party's thoughts back to herself, "How is it? Mr. Werewolf, are you scared? You don't think that you are so arrogant that no one can beat you just because you have this little power, right? That old wolf king is very scary, it's no problem for you to beat ten of him."

Glenn looked at the other person's expectant expression and did not answer her question. Instead, he asked impatiently, "Are you going to buy it or not?"

"Ah?" Miss Abnormal was surprised again, and then she showed anger, "Are you kidding me?!"

Glenn rolled his eyes. "What did I do to you? Come on, buy it if you want to, or get out of the way if you don't want to. Don't bother my business."

Miss Abnormal was so angry at Glenn's impatient attitude that she laughed. What was the identity of this wild werewolf? What was her identity? Originally, she just thought it was a novelty to see werewolves doing business in a human gathering place, so she came to tease them and kill time. Otherwise, why would she care about such a low-level species? Just now, the other party repeatedly did not play by the rules, which made her feel like she was being fooled.

"Dirty low-class creature! Do you know who I am?!" Her pupils turned from black to bright red, and a terrible murderous aura suddenly enveloped Glenn.

However, Glenn was unmoved by the murderous intent. He imitated the abnormal lady's actions, supporting himself on the front desk with his arms, leaning forward, and staring into the other's red pupils at close range. He spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, emphasizing each word, "Get out of here!"

The tone of the last word became low and devilish, giving the latter great pressure.

"You!" The abnormal lady's breasts rose and fell angrily, and one hand grabbed the wooden support pole, her nails piercing through the glove into it, making a squeaking sound.

She was very angry. In the past, werewolves of this level would have been destroyed by the murderous aura she released, and would have fallen to their knees and trembled on the ground.

But not only was the man in front of her not affected, he even dared to talk back to her?

Just when Glenn thought the other party was going to attack, the abnormal lady took a deep breath, and then swept away her previous angry expression and smiled again, "Mr. Werewolf, what's your name?"

"I thought you were going to fight." Glenn rolled his eyes. "My name is Glenn, and my full name is Glenn Nibanku. If you have any complaints, you can come to me."

Miss Abnormal almost got angry again, "Fighting? I'm not a bunch of vulgar low-lifes like you."

She whispered Glenn's name again, "Okay, I'll remember it, Mr. Glenn, we'll meet again."

As he turned around and tried to leave, Glenn frowned and said hurriedly, "You won't tell me your name? That's very rude!"

"Who are you calling uneducated?" Miss Abnormal broke down again.

"Then what's your name?"

"Murphy! Murphy Elton!"

Glenn also read the name again, "Yeah, it's easy to remember."

"Anything else? Mr. Werewolf." Murphy said coldly.

Glenn looked Murphy up and down without any scruples, and the young lady almost burst out with anger before asking, "Are you a vampire?"

The question was asked in a low voice so that people passing by in the distance would not hear.

Murphy looked at Glenn stiffly, and his tone was equally stiff, "You haven't determined my race yet?"

Glenn nodded.

Murphy covered her face ungracefully. She hated doing this, but she couldn't help herself. "As a race that is opposed to our blood race, you are such a failure!"

"It's really a vampire..." Glenn thought, "Then what are you doing here? You're here to catch food."

After asking, Glenn was ready to take action. If the other party's answer was affirmative, he would take down the vampire directly.

"Who told you that we vampires must drink human blood?"

Unexpectedly, Murphy asked back, and then looked at the civilians passing by with disdain, "These humans don't like to take a bath, they are extremely dirty, God, including some so-called nobles, not taking a bath, but also using some more pungent smells to cover up the sweat smell on their bodies, it's so disgusting! I would rather die than bite these guys!

"A noble and elegant vampire like me will only consume creatures that have magical powers and are clean. This is worthy of my status."

After hearing these words, Glenn relaxed a little. Regardless of the fact that she didn't say her true intention, he agreed: "That's right, I also think that our lowly and dirty race is not worthy of your noble status. Go find someone who is worthy."

Murphy raised the corner of his mouth and snorted, "You have vision and self-knowledge."

After saying this, she adjusted her beautiful hat and walked into the crowd with her head held high.

He kept watching the other person disappear, only the special smell lingered for a long time. Glenn murmured in a low voice: "This town is not as peaceful as it looks..."

There was a bustling flow of people coming and going, and it was soon approaching evening.

Glenn still hadn't sold all the black pigs he had brought. Looking at the civilians walking in groups of three or four on the street, he decided to close the stall.

The total income this time was only over a thousand copper coins, less than half of the last time, and I had to deal with the remaining meat myself.

After putting the garbage in a bag, Glenn closed his eyes and twitched his nose slightly, searching for familiar smells in the air.

After just a few seconds, he opened his eyes and whispered, "Found it."

After determining the direction, Glenn led the cart towards the target.

……

"Bonnie, come down and eat something, really, you can't go on like this, I'm worried about you."

In an ordinary two-story house, a middle-aged woman stood by the stairs, looking up at the second floor with a worried look on her face.

"I have no appetite, Mom, I just want to be quiet for a while." A listless voice came from the second floor, and it could be heard that it belonged to a young girl.

"But if you don't eat something, your body will have problems."

"If I'm hungry, I'll come down and eat by myself. Don't worry too much, Mom. You eat first."

“But… okay then…” The middle-aged woman finally lowered her head, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen.

She looked at the rye bread and bean stew on the table but had no appetite to eat. She just sat there in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking about.

dong dong.

Two knocks on the door broke the middle-aged woman's thoughts. She quickly got up to open the door, while wondering who would come to visit. It should be her daughter's friends, as they usually came to visit.

As the door creaked open, a strange young man appeared outside, which made the middle-aged woman subconsciously alert.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Bonnie's friend. I heard she wasn't feeling well recently, so I came to see her. I apologize for disturbing her."

Glenn spoke first, greeting clearly.