Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Facing Bloodfang's angry gaze, Glenn showed no restraint.

"No matter what you want, you have to use your fists to get it. I know it's difficult for you to destroy the order of your own family, but this is the best advice I can give you."

The two looked at each other like this for a long time.

What Bloodfang wanted to hide in her anger was an impulse that she herself was unwilling to believe.

The impulse to tear apart all shackles with the most direct force.

Windsor didn't interrupt, but kept looking at Glenn meaningfully.

Glenn ignored Windsor's gaze and turned his eyes naturally to the dance floor. The dances there were quite good.

Just when the music is about to end and the song changes.

Windsor suddenly grabbed Glenn's hand, and regardless of Glenn's confused look, dragged him into the dance floor.

"What are you doing?! I don't know how to jump!" Glenn said in panic.

Whether or not she would jump out of control is another matter. He did not expect that the female knight would suddenly do this.

"It's okay, just follow my pace and you'll get the hang of it quickly."

Windsor smiled very cunningly, holding Glenn's wrist with one hand and putting Glenn's hand on her slender waist with the other hand.

The music also changed at this time.

As a powerful female knight, Windsor has excellent body control and can manipulate Glenn's body as freely as if it were her own.

No matter which move he performed, Glenn looked like he was doing it very well.

When it was time to take a step, Windsor's high heels would gently reach inside Glen's feet and push them to move.

When he needed to turn around, Windsor would hold Glenn's hand and shoulder with both hands, and then sweep Glenn's feet away with his feet, and a gorgeous turn would be completed.

Glenn could actually use his peripheral vision to imitate other people's movements, but he doesn't have that now, so it feels strange to be forced to learn how to dance.

Windsor's smile was still as cunning as ever. "How is it? Am I right? Have you mastered it?"

"That's because you taught me well." Glenn gave a helpless smile.

The brilliant lights cast a golden veil over the entire scene.

In this dreamy world, Glenn also enjoyed the atmosphere here.

"How about it?"

"what?"

"Be my personal valet."

Windsor made the same request again.

"I will still give the same reason as last time. Do you want to hear it again?"

Glenn said with a smirk.

"What an ungrateful man." Windsor pretended to be angry.

Glenn changed the subject, "The elf named Afre is really extraordinary!"

"This is a fact that doesn't need to be said out loud. It's really clumsy of you to change the subject."

Windsor's foot gently stepped on Glenn's instep.

Glenn wrinkled his face in mock pain and continued:

"What do you think would happen if this great man suddenly died?"

Windsor was stunned by Glenn's strange question, "Why would you think of such a terrible thing? If it really happened, the entire Ceci Kingdom would go crazy, right?"

"That was a really big earthquake."

The dance was coming to an end and Glenn was ready to leave.

But no one expected that Xue Ya had adjusted his mentality at some point and took over the last baton while the music was still lingering.

Windsor did not stop him and naturally gave up his dance partner.

Glenn was speechless and helpless. He knew the other party had something to say, and it would be ungentlemanly to refuse, so he just let it go.

Bloodfang's dancing skills were also excellent, but they were not good enough to inspire Glenn to be as good as Windsor. However, Glenn himself had already memorized the general idea, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

This made Windsor, who was standing by ready to watch the joke, narrow his eyes, as if to say, "Glenn, you're so good, and you still say you can't dance?"

Glenn ignored Windsor's gaze and just looked at his current dance partner, waiting for him to speak.

"You told me to use my fists to achieve what I want, but you should know how difficult it is for me to do that with my current strength! You must have a way, right?"

Bloodfang stared at Glenn, her palms sweaty as she held her dance partner's. One could imagine how difficult it was for her to make such a decision.

"I can see your determination. If you're determined, don't even think about turning back. Smash those who want to crush you. Burn! Warrior! I've already thought of all the countermeasures."

Glenn was just in the mood for fun, no matter how big the event. He just wanted to cause trouble, and it didn't matter whether he failed or not, as long as he could handle it.

But this is ultimately Blood Fang's battle. He is just giving a comprehensive strategy. How far this female warrior can achieve depends on her ability.

Under the cover of music, Glenn leaned close to Bloodfang's ear and told him the first step of his plan.

After hearing this, Bloodfang digested it for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly to Glenn.

After the opening dance ended, the dancers left the dance floor. Beautiful maids pushed a variety of exquisite desserts and foods through the gaps between the guests and stopped at the seats that had been reserved long ago.

I don't know if it was magic or some trick, but the dining cars were magically combined, and with the maids' dance-like movements, the hall changed its style again.

According to the general process of the dance party, this is the time for guests to chat and rest.

The current atmosphere was just enough to calm their still somewhat agitated mood.

"Enjoy the royal delicacies! Thank you all for coming to this ball!"

The fourth prince was dressed in glittering attire, and his voice spread to every corner of the hall through magic.

The guests raised their glasses to show their respect.

In such a dance party, jealousy is inevitable.

Glenn's attire seemed decent to him, but it was enough to make two top beauties willing to chat and laugh with him.

This will naturally lead to some classic scenes.

A gentleman in his thirties, who was dressed very decently and always had a gentle smile on his face, naturally interrupted the conversation of the three people.

"Oh, what are you guys talking about? Tell me about it too, hey wait, you're Mr. Glenn!? Oh my god! What a pleasure to meet you! I'm Butch Sood, Windsor's fiancé."

The middle-aged man stretched out his broad palm and wanted to shake hands with Glenn.

Glenn seemed to be completely unaware of the man's ill intentions and shook hands with him with a smile.

"Bachi! My father has not yet approved of this marriage. You are not my fiancé yet."

Windsor had no intention of giving this guy any face and spoke mercilessly.

Butch's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and he said, "I believe we will become husband and wife..."

Before he could finish his words, another man came over. He spoke in a loud voice:

"Hey! Windsor, my fiancée! You are here!"

Glenn couldn't help but burst out laughing.