Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The more he couldn't figure it out, the more the white-haired man felt that the matter was very complicated.

Could it be that he was involved in some great conspiracy? Maybe the werewolf was pretending to be someone else, in order to get close to us vampires and steal our treasures? Or was he targeting me, a great genius of the vampire clan? …

For a moment, the white-haired man didn't know how many illogical stories he had in his mind, and he felt that he was in a very dangerous situation.

Murphy and several other vampires saw how serious he was and didn't dare to disturb him. If they knew what the white-haired man was thinking, their three views would probably be shattered.

No one spoke for a long time, and Baiyi couldn't stand it anymore. He hated wasting time the most, so he said:

"Albert! Will you give me the experimental materials I want?"

The purpose of his coming here was to borrow valuable experimental materials from this wealthy friend, but not to return them.

The white-haired man called Albert didn't want to lend anything to this shameless friend at all, but now he was convinced that he was being targeted, so he was in no mood to make trouble.

He waved his hand impatiently, "Ask a servant to get it yourself! Don't bother me anymore!"

Bai Yi was overjoyed and immediately flew out of the palace.

Murphy saw Albert looking worried and thought that he had lost his belongings again, so he asked tentatively:

"Teacher, what happened?"

Albert glanced at her and snorted, "Did you tell that werewolf my information?"

Murphy quickly shook his head, "No, how could I do such a thing? I swear to the First Ancestor!"

Seeing his apprentice's confident look, Albert made a judgment:

It seems like he found out about me through other channels. How cunning...

He coughed lightly and said to the four vampires, "You all made very stupid mistakes. Since you recovered the relics, I will not confiscate your castle, but you will be punished with confinement!"

The four vampires all breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the castle was not confiscated, it was their most valued property.

After letting Murphy and others retreat on their own, Albert planned to add a few more layers of protection to his castle.

However, before he could take action, he received a secret meeting notice from several vampire ancestors.

……

Battersea Main.

At a high-class banquet.

Glenn sat in the most prominent place at the banquet, signing autographs with great anxiety.

Originally, he was going to the so-called amusement park with Dany and the others today, but someone said that Glenn, the father of fairy tales, was here, so many people came to invite them.

He refused at first, but the price asked for was getting higher and higher. He was unwilling to do so, and Dany and the others became unhappy.

"If you don't want the money you got for free, you must be crazy!" said Sanjisi.

Helplessly, Glenn had no choice but to come, bringing his entire family along.

Except for Glenn who was busy dealing with fans here, Burt, Danny and Sangji were having fun at the party with Ricky.

Don't let me know who revealed my location to these people! ... Glenn's hands moved quickly, and he felt resentful in his heart.

At this moment, a princess who was also in the main town of Battersea sneezed inexplicably.

"Your Highness, have you caught a cold?"

A young female knight beside the third princess asked with concern.

The third princess, who was wearing an ordinary aristocratic dress, waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.

They were currently in a luxurious restaurant, sitting by the window.

Through the window, you can vaguely see the lively banquet in the building outside.

"Your Highness, although fairy tales are great, there is no need for you to come here in person to urge for updates, right?"

The female knight seemed to have been holding it in for a long time before she finally asked.

"How long has it been? Mr. Glenn hasn't posted a new story in months. How can this be possible?"

The third princess said seriously.

"But other artists in the club create even slower. Sometimes they don't produce any works for a whole year. And you never urged them to do so..."

The female knight's voice was very soft, but the third princess could still hear it.

She frowned slightly. "Others are other people. Didn't you see how diligent Mr. Glenn was in publishing articles before? He must have been slacking off recently."

Then she smiled and said, "Now let this great artist know how popular he is, so that he will be motivated to continue creating."

"So when should we wait to meet him?"

"Wait a little longer, maybe around four or five in the afternoon."

If Glenn heard what the third princess said, he would definitely say, "Thank you."

During the banquet.

Glenn has engraved the memory of signing into his muscles. The fans who came for his autograph did not notice that Glenn, with his head down, had his eyes closed.

His arms seemed to be alive, and he signed automatically when he felt the paper handed to him.

Only a body like Glenn's could do this.

It wasn't until a slight snoring sound was heard that anyone noticed that something was wrong with Glenn's condition.

So the maid who was in charge of serving came forward and asked quietly, "Mr. Glenn, are you okay?"

When there was no response, the maid pushed again.

Glenn looked up suddenly as if he had woken up from a nap in class, looked around with sleepy eyes, and said, "Is it over?"

The maid took a long time to react, but still didn't understand what was going on.

Appearance told her that the gentleman in front of her had just signed while asleep, but reason told her that this was impossible.

Glenn saw that the maid seemed to be petrified, and when he saw the long queue next to her, he understood what was going on.

Just say, "Sorry, I just took a nap, go ahead."

The maid stepped aside blankly, still looking for a reasonable explanation for what had just happened.

At this time, a group of young people with radiant faces and dressed in noble clothes walked out from the crowd at the banquet. Both men and women walked over while talking.

"Look! That's the fairy tale writer! Mr. Glenn! Let's go over and get his autograph!"

"It's such a long line, let's just wait a little longer."

"We are nobles! Why are we queuing?"

"Wait, why does that Glenn look so familiar?"

While they were talking, a young man with a long face and a pointed nose frowned at Glenn's appearance.

Upon hearing this, the others immediately looked at Glenn's face.

Two young men immediately noticed that he looked familiar, and after a few seconds they shouted:

"Isn't that Dylan?! I thought he was dead, along with his parents."

After this reminder, the young people who felt familiar with the face were all surprised.

Others who didn't feel familiar had never seen the original owner of Glenn's body.

"Dylan? Is that the rich young man you said used to follow you around?"

Some of them have heard of Dylan's name.

"That's right, he is actually the author of the fairy tale, and he even changed his name. Let's go! Let's go say hello to him!"

The group of people found it amusing, and walked around the line with a sense of amusement and teasing, heading straight for Glenn, who was at the front getting his autograph.