Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Seeing that the other party was actually trying to climb in through the window, Perna immediately shouted: "Ah! Get out! Don't touch here! Get off the carriage! It stinks!"

“How dare you! Butler! Butler!” Even the noblewoman inside widened her eyes and looked a little panicked. “Quickly, take this bold commoner away!”

A slightly fat man with a curly beard wearing a butler's uniform immediately jumped down from the front driving area, came over and grabbed Glenn's pants and pulled hard.

Feeling that his pants were about to loosen, Glenn stopped playing and let go.

Sitting on the ground, looking at the frightened lady above, Glenn held his stomach and laughed.

The slightly plump butler's face flushed red. When he saw Glenn laughing on the ground, he became furious and raised his fist to hit him.

However, the lady's voice came from the carriage, "Hopes, leave him alone and go home quickly."

The butler, who received the order, had no choice but to glare at the civilian who was rolling on the ground laughing, then drove the carriage away again.

In the carriage, the noblewoman resumed her calm demeanor. She turned her head slightly and glanced at her daughter, who was puffing up her face like a bun and pouting her lips. She reminded her, "Don't make such an inelegant expression, Pernas. You are a noble. You should control your words and actions."

"Okay, Mom." Pernas had to put away her expression, but she still looked very angry.

……

After laughing on the ground for a while, Glenn stood up, wiping his tears, patted his butt and continued walking.

As soon as we entered the forest outside Baiyek, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.

Glenn smiled, he knew it was Night Howl coming.

As expected, with a gust of wind, Night Howl's one eye hit Glenn in the face.

Glenn pushed the big face away and walked around him, asking as he walked: "How are you feeding the pigs recently? Have there been any accidents?"

"Ouch..." Ye Hou suddenly straightened his chest to indicate that there was no problem.

"That's good." Glenn nodded. "Let's go to the pigpen first."

Just as Yehou "said", there was nothing wrong with the pigpen, it was just that the pig grass was scattered all over the pigpen, making it look extremely messy.

Glenn didn't say much. He thought it was good enough that Nighthowl took good care of the pigs.

Then we came to a separate pen, which contained the elk-like creature that had been captured and that Glenn had not known what to do with.

"Well... it feels a pity to kill you like this. Looking at your size, you are almost as big as a horse. I wonder how strong you are? How about... let you pull the cart next time?"

Glenn stood in front of the fence, as if speaking to the elk creature inside, or perhaps talking to himself.

The elk came over and thought Glenn was there to feed it, and had no idea what he was talking about.

After gently touching the creature's head, Glenn turned and walked towards the town.

As soon as he entered the town, Glenn saw a hunched figure in gray clothes walking slowly forward.

Glenn had seen this townsman before, or rather, his previous incarnation had seen her before. She was an extremely old woman. When his previous incarnation met her, he tried to strike up a conversation with her, but she completely ignored him.

After the attempt failed, the predecessor also stopped talking to the townspeople he met, inadvertently following the local tradition.

Glenn paused for a moment and continued forward. When he passed the old woman in front of him, she suddenly glanced at him.

Glenn, who was very perceptive, naturally noticed it, but he didn't react on the surface and continued on his way.

The gaze remained on him until Glenn entered the room.

Did the old woman notice something? Did she find out that I was a werewolf? It's very likely... Glenn stroked his chin as he pushed open the door.

……

Cheswineau Township.

As it is closer to the main city of the region, this is a town that is larger and more prosperous than Dude.

A club with the theme of magic exploration, one of the rooms is decorated mysteriously.

The old man in hunter's attire opened the tent and walked into the room.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, Bol."

A woman in her forties, wearing an exquisite and gorgeous wizard robe, with a dignified temperament and a pretty face, put down the book in her hand and said in a charming voice.

"Hello, honorable Ms. Defa." The old man bowed slightly and saluted.

"Look at your expression. Are you running away again?" Ms. Defa said helplessly.

"You ask even though you already know the answer. You must have divined something." The old man sat down on the sofa beside him, opened his backpack and said as he flipped through it.

"What a pity..." Defa closed his eyes slightly, showing a little fatigue.

The old man placed a few crumpled pieces of parchment on the table in front of Defa and said, "This is yours. I have already checked it for you. I have also noted down the spells and formations that don't work."

Defa just glanced at him casually, then looked aside and said, "Bor, listen to my advice, it's time to let it go. I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you, but people can't live in hatred all their lives..."

"I am willing to live in hatred. This is my choice, Master Magician. You have never experienced the feeling of losing your family and relatives, so of course you can say this."

The old man interrupted Defa with a firm tone.

"Ah..." Defa sighed deeply.

"No matter what, I still have to thank you for helping me predict the location of my enemy. I have no intention of disrespecting you." The old man said again.

"We are old friends, this is what we should do." Defa waved his hand gently.

After hearing this, the old man fell silent.

"That guy has a fourth-level dark magician by his side." After ten seconds or so, he suddenly said lightly.

"what?!"

Defa suddenly looked up at the old man, his eyes widened, and said in disbelief: "A fourth-level dark magician? How can there be a fourth-level dark magician? This..."

She was puzzled. "Level 4 dark magicians from the Zen Kingdom should all be in the capital area. Why would they go to such a remote place?"

"I don't know about that, but that guy should be a dark magician who has just fallen. The few dark magics he used still have the shadow of orthodox magic." The old man gave the information at the right time.

"Maybe I have to check for the fourth-level magician who disappeared recently." Defa's expression was slightly solemn.

She looked at the old man again and asked in confusion, "How did you escape when you encountered a fourth-level dark magician? This is not..." She pointed at the old man's chest, "The inside thing can deal with it."

"Haha..." The old man smiled faintly, "I hired a powerful thug."

"A thug who can fight against a fourth-level magician? Where did you hire him from? The cost must be quite high, right?" Defa was very curious.

"An annoying kid. At first, I didn't know he had...haha, not to fight, but to kill a fourth-level magician."

“Kill?!”

"Although that fourth-level magician didn't use his full strength, his strength should still be higher than that of a fourth-level magician."

Defa looked very surprised and didn't say a word for a long time.

"As for the price..." Finally, the old man broke the silence, "I gave him twenty silver coins."