Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The Crazy Doctor, who didn't know at this time that the thugs he hired had been dealt with, was still talking to the bat monster in the cell.

"The noise has died down. It looks like the problem has been solved. I can finally go back to my research with peace of mind. But before that, I have to make you into materials and preserve them."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang at the cell door!

Then Glenn walked in.

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on the face of the Mad Doctor. "You... why are you here? Where's Cuddy? "

The one Kadi was referring to was the fifth-level fighter.

"Of course he's dead!" Glenn suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the mad doctor's neck in an instant.

The latter reacted quickly and used transformation magic, transforming into a group of black birds, which scattered in an attempt to escape.

But Glenn easily sensed the other's true form and grabbed him again, and tortured him inhumanely until the other was only left with one breath.

He wanted to use this guy for the old man's experiments as well, so that he could keep the female magician company.

They came to the prison door, broke it down, and walked in.

The four ugly bat monsters in front of him looked extremely miserable. If it weren't for the smell, Glenn wouldn't have believed that these were the handsome men and beautiful women he saw that day.

He stepped forward and took a bat monster off the silver hook.

After the latter broke away, he seemed to have regained his spirit and strength. He immediately covered his face and stepped back, shouting:

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me!"

Glenn was confused, "What are you doing? It's not like I don't know you're a vampire, why are you so excited?"

Seeing that the other party was still covering his face and unwilling to see anyone, Glenn didn't bother to care and went to put down the other three bat monsters.

But I didn't expect that everyone had the same reaction, covering their faces and shrinking into the corner.

Among them was the voice of the male vampire.

Vampires are so concerned about their image? ... Glenn felt that he had acquired useless knowledge.

Fortunately, Murphy's voice was relatively stable, so Glenn asked tentatively:

"Murphy?"

“…Yes…it’s me…”

Murphy hesitated for a moment before answering quietly.

This is completely different from the noble and arrogant female vampire she met last time. One can imagine how much of a blow it is to her to see her become like this.

Glenn saw that the other party could answer the question, so he continued to ask: "You can't change back now?"

"It will take some time to recover..."

Glenn tried to suppress his desire to laugh at the other party's lameness. It was not appropriate to joke at this time, so he said:

"I smelled your scent when I came to the city, so now I appear here. I'm grateful for saving my life. Remember this."

After saying this briefly, Glenn exited the cage and added as he was about to leave:

"You'd better hurry up. Such a big commotion must have alerted the special law enforcers here."

He just left.

In the cage, Murphy's scarlet eyes were fixed on Glenn's departing back. He never thought that a vampire like him would one day be saved by a werewolf.

The other three companions found it even more absurd than she did.

Not long after Glenn quietly left the crime scene, four giant bats also left the city under the cover of night.

He got some more cow blood and fed it to the predictive mask, and asked about the original owner's family affairs.

"Regarding you, Mr. Werewolf, I cannot predict anything about you, but I do know something about the Holy Spirit Family. It is a very ancient family, and they have a lofty goal, which is to become a god, or to create a god.

"To achieve this goal, they devoted themselves to research and formed a force that even the great powers feared. Many of the continent's exquisite magic and technologies came from the Holy Spirit Family, and their tentacles secretly penetrated into various parts of the continent.

“It’s hard to imagine how many unknown secrets they hold.

"A long time ago, my 138th holder once provoked the Holy Spirit Family. At first, with the help of my power, they made the people of the Holy Spirit Family suffer a little loss. But later they took measures against my ability. I could no longer predict the secrets of this family. In the end, my holder also died in the hands of the Holy Spirit Family.

"I just tried to take a look at the old marshal you mentioned. He also has the aura of the Holy Spirit Family, which means that he is also related to this mysterious force."

Glenn listened quietly, thinking that he could easily obtain all the information about the original owner's life experience, but he didn't expect this result.

I took it for granted. This mask is not a god, how could it know everything... Glenn said nothing more. He put away the mask, locked the Crazy Doctor into the Scarlet Space, and then he went home.

The next day.

Burt, Dany and Sanjis did not notice what happened yesterday, as it was quite far away from here.

He just noticed that Glenn was up late.

Ricky was a little unhappy that he couldn't eat the breakfast made by Glenn.

Danny made breakfast and went to call Glenn to come down for dinner, but Glenn just lazily told them to eat first.

Weird? When he was at Dude, Dylan always woke up early, so why is he so sleepy now? Is it because of all the running around yesterday? ... Dani didn't say anything more, just said that she would leave a portion for Glenn and left it alone.

Unlike the countryside, there are many advanced entertainment facilities in such middle-class residential areas.

For example, the amusement park in this world.

Last night, a few of them had agreed to take Ricky there to play, and then wait for Glenn to come down after breakfast.

But instead of waiting for Glenn, Blizzard came.

"It was only a light snow yesterday, what a horrible weather!"

Burt cursed, but he was actually trying to comfort his nephew who felt a little lost.

Soon, Glenn came down rubbing his eyes. He also knew that there was a heavy snowstorm outside.

Looking at the people in the living room, he suggested, "Although we can't go out, we can still play at home."

Several people looked at each other.

"What to play?" Ricky asked impatiently.

Sure enough, his uncle always has a good idea.

Glenn walked over to the backpack he brought with him and took out a flat wooden box. He showed it to the four people, "This is called chess."

This is a wooden chess set made by Glenn himself. The words on the chess pieces were translated and engraved by Glenn himself.

Looking at this strange new thing, several people came over.

Glenn laid out the items on the table and began to explain.

You certainly won't understand it just by listening.

Glenn asked Burt to play a few games with him, and the latter quickly mastered the rules of the game and became very interested.

The few people watching around also memorized the rules and wanted to try it.

After Burt got out of the way, of course Ricky went first.

Glenn must have let the sea go when playing chess with a kid like that.

You have to let the other party have gaming experience.

The fight was a close one, and Glenn narrowly won in the end.

The adults around could see that Glenn was giving in to the child and didn't say anything.

A room full of people spent the whole morning playing chess.

Until a neighbor knocked on the door, the few people who were immersed in chess came back to their senses.

Glenn stood up and opened the door. Outside was a woman wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket. She asked:

"Excuse me, sir. I'm the administrator of this residential area. Are you the owner of this house? I'd like to register."