Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

I looked at the sky outside and it was not too late.

Glenn walked out of the room wearing the mask of foresight.

He would not use his own flesh and blood to feed the mask; it would be safer to use that of livestock.

"Is Mr. Glenn going out again?"

When they got downstairs, the elf butler Deng Ruier poked his head out and asked a question.

"Just a trip to the farm."

"When I was cleaning the basement, I noticed that something seemed to have happened to the door. I forgot to tell you when you came back."

"Changes?" Glenn paused. "I see. I'll deal with it when I get back."

After saying that, he went out into the snow.

After being fed with a pig's blood on the farm, the Mask of Premonition said in a very ashamed tone:

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Werewolf. I can't predict what you want to know. Maybe it doesn't exist at all, or maybe it's too high a level for me to see."

"That's also expected." Glenn was not disappointed and returned to the town wearing the mask.

Went directly into the basement to check the situation of the portal.

"This..." Glenn opened his eyes wide after seeing it, because a strange black mist floated out from the gap of the portal, and the pointer of the disc above was shaking unsteadily in the lower left area.

"Did those villains do anything?" This was his first guess.

In order not to damage his laboratory, Glenn chose not to open the door to check.

"Dunrel!"

"I'm here, Mr. Glenn."

"Come down for a moment."

With the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, the elf butler hurried to Glenn's side.

"What's wrong, Mr. Glenn?"

After she finished speaking, she saw the strange and unusual portal and exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

"Is this the change you're seeing?" Glenn asked.

"No, I just saw the door frame light up for a moment, and then the pointer on it started to move slowly."

The Elf Butler explained.

Glenn raised his hands and rubbed his chin with his fingers to enhance his perception and sense what the strange black gas that was coming out was.

However, this black gas seemed like an illusion. It could only be seen but not touched.

"Mr. Glenn, what's behind the door?" Dunrel asked uneasily.

"I don't know either, but you should not come to the basement anymore. Tell Gotaya not to get close to the basement. I will be out for a while tomorrow. You and Gotaya should stay at the farm until I come back to sort it out."

After Glenn made these arrangements, he left the basement with the elf butler.

The next day.

Glenn went to the basement again and saw that the portal was still the same as yesterday.

After letting the two elves leave the house, Glenn locked the door, took his luggage, and drove away from Bayek in his reindeer cart.

After walking for a while, he found that the snow on the road was too deep and it was difficult to move forward while pulling the frame.

So Glenn removed the frame and threw it on the side of the road. It was worn out anyway and he had been planning to replace it with a new one.

I bought a saddle in a small town I passed by and put it on the big deer, which made it much easier to sit on.

Platinum City is a prosperous city relatively close to the capital, so according to Glenn's speed, it would probably take several days to get there.

This was the original plan, but the big deer seemed to have become much stronger without anyone noticing. Glenn complained on the road that the other party was walking too slowly, and the latter suddenly sprinted forward.

This lasted for nearly four hours, and Glenn was amazed by the man's endurance.

Seeing the big deer panting but with a look of pride in its eyes, Glenn did not hesitate to praise it.

The big deer was so delighted upon hearing this that all four of its hooves moved in rhythm.

It was with these occasional sprints that Glenn arrived at his destination two days ahead of schedule.

Along the way, we met countless caravans that were also heading to Platinum City, including some noble caravans.

I struck up a conversation with a few people who were traveling with me, and learned from the conversation that they were all going to watch the opening performance of this annual magic conference.

These people were either rich or powerful. If Glenn hadn't transformed himself into decent clothes, he wouldn't have been able to strike up a conversation with them.

Some people who had attended previous events described how exciting the annual meeting was, which gave Glenn a preliminary impression of the place he was about to visit.

Seeing the Platinum City from a distance, he once again marveled at the magic of this magical world.

The whole city stretches as far as the eye can see, with spires of varying heights surrounding a huge, spectacular and peculiar castle in the center. There are two long, light golden rivers winding down in the sky, connecting the two ends of the huge castle. Buildings can be seen floating on the rivers, and the whole picture is so beautiful that people want to stop and appreciate it.

As expected of the Magic City... Glenn sighed as he heard someone shout from above:

"Don't look at it. If you want to go into the city, hurry up and don't block the traffic."

When I looked up, I saw a knight riding a griffin flying by.

When I turned my eyes around, I found many people who were as dumbfounded as I was.

There are too many people traveling on this road, so we really shouldn't stop for too long.

Listening to the excited conversations of the people around him, Glenn arrived at the city gate.

There were no personnel guarding here, but there was a relatively transparent light film blocking the huge passage.

Seeing that everyone else had passed through the light film either casually or carefully, Glenn also stepped forward and led the deer through.

I just felt the invitation card in my pocket vibrate, nothing else happened.

Glenn guessed that this should be a way to detect whether the people entering the city have been invited, and it can also serve as a sign-in statistics.

As for why the big deer was able to pass, perhaps it was because it was identified as Glenn's property.

After entering the city, before he had time to appreciate the scenery of the magic city, the card in his pocket floated out by itself.

An illusory map unfolded in front of Glenn, and then a furry little man jumped out, bowed to Glenn and said:

"Hello Mr. Glenn, my name is Modi. Please allow me to be your guide for this annual magic meeting."

"That saves a lot of trouble." Glenn praised and asked, "Please help me find a place to stay first. Anyway, the annual meeting will not start for a few days."

"Because the card you hold is special and you enjoy higher privileges, a place to stay has already been arranged for you. It is in the magic village in the central area. Please follow this route. If you don't know how to move, it is recommended that you hire a walking lizard."

The illusory little man stepped aside and presented a three-dimensional route map to Glenn.

Looking around, I immediately spotted the so-called walking lizard.

It was an eight-legged lizard with shiny, smooth scales that looked very clean. Its back was slightly concave and had a saddle on it.

Several hired men rode on the lizards and drove them skillfully on the road, their speed comparable to Glenn's car in his previous life.

"It's really fast." Glenn said this and was immediately met with a dissatisfied look from the deer.

He then added, “But I still don’t need it.”