Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Are you the boss? You look so young. Oh, I'm Kenplido Justin Dolan, living in the area east of Bayek. Nice to meet you!"

The man in front of him enthusiastically stretched out his dry hands, grasped Glenn's hands, and shook them up and down.

The foul breath sprayed on Glenn's face, making it turn purple.

"I think you should brush your teeth, sir. Your breath is so bad." Glenn pulled his hand away and wrinkled his nose with a look of disgust.

He is not such an impolite person, but this guy has really bad breath.

"Sorry, sorry, I slept for a long time and never brushed my teeth, but then again, what era is this?"

The hunchbacked man asked embarrassedly, scratching his flea-ridden hair.

Glenn stepped back a little. He didn't want to have fleas after turning into a werewolf. "It's the New Year 1938."

"1938... I've been sleeping for more than two hundred years, so it's not that long." The hunchbacked man nodded, then chuckled to Glenn twice, clasping his hands together, "I want to buy two black pigs. Can you sell them to me, boss?"

"Okay, a total of 4,800 copper coins." Glenn agreed.

The hunchback man immediately took out a worn cloth bag from his pocket, counted out twenty-eight silver coins and handed them to Glenn, "I have silver coins, boss."

Glenn winked at the worker watching beside him, who immediately took the silver coin with a strong smell.

"Okay, now you can pick two black pigs to take away."

After the worker confirmed that the silver coin was correct, he signaled to the hunchbacked man that he could choose.

"Take it away?" The latter said in surprise at first, then stretched out his hand and grabbed two black pigs in each hand.

That arm, like a dead tree, has amazing strength.

Glenn thought the other party would just carry the black pig away, but he saw the hunchbacked man suddenly open his mouth wide, and like a piece of plasticine that could be infinitely expanded, he stuffed the black pig into his mouth.

Waves of chewing sounds were heard, and the people and elves around were silent.

After swallowing the first one, the hunchbacked man ate another one, then patted his stomach, looking very satisfied.

"This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten! How did you raise it, boss?"

The hunchbacked man turned around and saw Glenn looking at him with strange eyes.

"what happened?"

"Didn't you chew on pig shit?"

Glenn's question surprised everyone except the hunchbacked man and the elves, who were amazed at how tricky Glenn's focus was.

"Pig shit? If you chew it, can't you eat it?"

The hunchbacked man looked as if it was a matter of course.

"That's only edible for you." Glenn said helplessly.

The hunchbacked man scratched his head and said goodbye: "Boss, the food here is delicious. I will come again in the future. See you next time."

"Wash your mouth out next time."

"I will, I will!"

When the figure disappeared, Gotaya walked up to Glenn and said, "He seems to be a corrupt believer. I have read descriptions of them in the elves' tome."

"Corrupted believers?" Glenn glanced at Gotaya and looked around.

"What are you looking for?"

"Where's your mom?"

"She's back in the tribe. What do you want to do with her?"

"I think it's more reliable to ask her."

Glenn's words almost pissed Gotaya off to death.

The elf lady said dissatisfiedly: "I am also very knowledgeable!"

"Then tell me what this corrupt believer is?" Glenn found a place to sit down, ready to listen to Gotaya's explanation.

"Corruption believers are a group of people who worship corruption, like to make themselves sloppy and twisted, and take pleasure in it."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Miss Elf avoided his gaze guiltily.

Glenn didn't want to say anything more, he just took out the precognitive mask and asked:

"Do you know the Corrupted Believer?"

The predictive mask requires blood to make predictions, but it also has memories. If it is something it already knows, it naturally does not need to absorb blood.

"The Corrupted Followers are a branch of the fallen mistress's missionary movement. They are a sect of their own and believe in corruption itself, not gods. They are very mysterious and their powers are also mysterious. Have you met any Corrupted Followers, Mr. Werewolf?"

The Mask of Precognition directly gave what it knew and asked Glenn.

"I met one. He was hunched over, but about two meters tall. He was really slovenly."

Glenn still felt a little uncomfortable when he recalled the other person's appearance.

"I think I know him, Mr. Werewolf."

The words of the Precognitive Mask surprised both Glenn and Gotaya.

"Tell me about it," Glenn motioned for the mask to continue.

"According to your description, his name should be Kenplido Justin Dolan, right?"

"Yes, it's a long name."

"He was very famous a long time ago. He was known as the most powerful special weapon maker in the entire continent. Of course, this is very controversial, but his skills are absolutely unquestionable. Many peerless artifacts were made by him. If Mr. Werewolf really meets him, maybe he can try to ask him to make you a artifact or something."

The words of the Precognitive Mask made Glenn and Gotaya look at each other.

Artifacts? Like the ones the second princess was wearing, right? Glenn was certainly tempted, so he put away the mask and started thinking about how to talk to the other person the next time they met.

The artifact should be extremely difficult to obtain, but there is no need to rush. They are all in the same town anyway, so I can slowly explore... After making a plan, he thought about the departure of the forest high priest and asked Gotaya:

"When did your mother leave? She didn't even say goodbye."

Gotaya was about to leave for training, but turned around and replied:

"Mom is the tribe's priestess, and she is needed for many activities. Since you were not here at that time, you left with some tribesmen without saying hello. It turned out that Deng Ruier was asked to notify you, but it seems that you forgot."

"Is it okay for them to go out like this? You know, this is human territory."

Glenn was mainly concerned about the other party's safety.

"You can rest assured about this. Mom is capable of hiding it and will never be exposed. I think..."

Gotaya also became a little uncertain as he spoke.

Glenn was speechless. He stood up, patted the other person on the shoulder and said:

"Try to get in touch, just in case."

"I will."

Gotaya nodded.

After looking at his farm, Glenn was about to leave when the Elf lady called him back:

"Mr. Glenn!"

Glenn looked back in confusion.

Gotaya asked cautiously, "I want to learn some more Kung Fu... Is that okay?"

Glenn smiled. "If you want to learn more advanced Kung Fu, you have to become my disciple. You have to respect me like you respect your father, and you can't easily pass on everything you learn. Do you still want to learn, Miss Elf?"

"Respect it like a father..." Gotaya murmured, looking at Glenn's serious face. For some reason, his face suddenly turned red, and he stammered, "But you are not my father..."

Glenn's face darkened, "Who wants to be your father? This is just a metaphor!"