Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

As expected, Ravel, who failed to complete the requirements last night, was beaten up by Glenn, resulting in his face being bruised and swollen today.

Tia felt distressed when seeing this.

But she didn't dare to say anything more, because Glenn was so cruel when he attacked, she was scared.

In addition to the injuries from being beaten, Ravel also had a barely noticeable black circle under his eyes.

This was not because he couldn't sleep due to the pain, but because he saw something very scary last night and was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night.

They were twisted monsters that could not be described in words, wandering the already quiet streets, rummaging around in search of food.

Ravel had never seen such a scene before and was so scared that he peed his pants on the spot. He wanted to leave this place very much, but he didn't dare to disobey Glenn's words, which made him extremely painful.

"It looks like you didn't sleep well last night, but I won't give you time to rest. You still have things to do later. I advise you to cheer up, otherwise you will be beaten again."

He said as Glenn finished making breakfast and the three of them sat together.

Ravel nodded with a very tired look on his face, and used his fork to weakly poke into the food.

Tia on the side couldn't help but put some food in Ravel's bowl, and then looked at Glenn guiltily, afraid that he would be angry.

However, Glenn ignored her little action and continued: "Now I can give you something to eat, but if you fail to complete today's task, you will have to starve."

If you don’t want to eat it, then don’t eat it. Who cares... Ravel gritted his teeth in his heart, but still looked submissive on the surface.

Glenn could actually roughly guess what the other person was thinking, but he didn't say much. After experiencing it, he would naturally understand.

After breakfast, Tia cleaned up the dishes and did housework, while Glenn took Ravel to the pigpen.

The slight smell of pig manure in the air irritated Ravel's nose, but he didn't care about it because there was a one-eyed dog with a very scary appearance staring at him.

"This is Night Roar. He will be responsible for protecting your safety." Glenn introduced casually.

Then he pointed to the small pigsty and said, "Your task today is to feed these black pigs. You need to cut the grass around and chop it up. I will teach you the specific steps later. I have already told you the consequences if you fail to complete it. Take care of yourself."

After arranging everything, Glenn drove away in his deer cart and continued to sell the wooden furniture he made.

After leaving the outer forest of Bayek, the sun gradually became brighter, making Glenn feel relaxed.

Arriving outside Dude Town, Glenn frowned at the patrolling police officers who were more strict than before and in greater numbers.

"Haven't those kid-stealing guys been caught yet?" he whispered to himself.

There was nothing unusual about the things pulled by the reindeer cart, and several of the police officers knew Glenn, so they entered the town smoothly.

Perhaps it was because they had never seen furniture with such a unique style, or perhaps it was because the image of the big deer was strange, but when Glenn crossed the street, he attracted many sidelong glances from passers-by.

He likes this, it's good for business.

Still on Central Street, Glenn found a nice spot, placed the furniture one by one, and made a simple price list and put it aside.

Yim is still selling meat. Without Glenn stealing his business these days, his shop is not too deserted, but it is still far less than before Glenn appeared.

Now that he found Glenn coming again, his face suddenly turned grim.

Now everyone in the town who pays attention to the price of meat knows that there is a young man who sells pork that is not only cheap but also tastes good. Whenever people want to eat meat, the first person they think of is Glenn.

Yim thought there might be no business today.

But he soon noticed that Glenn did not bring any meat, but a pile of beautiful-looking furniture.

This made him think more actively. Since it was not about selling meat, it would not affect his business.

Thinking of this, Yim felt much better.

Glenn doesn't care what others think, he is now only focused on selling his own products.

When everything was ready, the curious crowd that had been watching for a long time crowded over and pointed at the exquisite wooden furniture.

"Mr. Glenn, did you make all of these? They are so beautiful! The tables and chairs used by the nobles aren't much better than these!"

“It’s beautiful, but it’s not cheap!”

"It's obvious that this is not something that ordinary people can afford. It's used by families with stable incomes, or by merchants and nobles."

"I think it's good. I'll buy a few and try them."

Seeing how interested these townspeople and some traveling merchants were, Glenn smiled brightly and raised his hand to quiet the crowd down a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I carefully crafted these pieces of furniture. Each one is sturdy and durable, yet lightweight and convenient. For example, this folding stool..."

As he spoke, Glenn picked up a calf-high stool and fiddled with it until it turned into a small wooden cube, which amazed the crowd.

"That's it. It's very convenient for you to place things or go out."

At this time, someone pointed to a larger recliner and asked, "Hey, sir, what is this? Can it also be transformed?"

Glenn walked over and fiddled with the chair in the same way, and the chair also shrank into a rectangular shape.

"This is called a reclining chair. Imagine lying on it and basking in the sun after a hard day's work. How relaxing would that be? And the price is already very cheap compared to what others are selling. If you're interested, hurry up and get one!"

Glenn's detailed introduction aroused the purchasing desire of everyone present, and soon someone couldn't help but ask for a purchase.

He originally thought that all the goods would not be sold out until the evening, after all, furniture was not cheap. Glenn did not expect that all the goods would be sold out in just a short while.

This made him dumbfounded.

But he would never have thought that these special furniture that were sold would set off a wave of popularity throughout the Kingdom of Zen, making him famous among some groups.

Just now he received an order that required on-site door frame installation. Once that was done, he could go back. This was probably the earliest time he would go back from doing business in Dude.

After recalling the address given by the buyer, the deer cart slowly drove away.

Arrived at destination.

This is a middle-class family, as can be seen from the beautiful decoration of the house.

I walked up and knocked on the door gently. The person who opened the door was indeed the buyer, a neatly dressed and pretty woman.

Glenn immediately greeted, "Hello, ma'am."

"It's you, kid. Just call me Mrs. Ryan. I thought you would be late. Please come in."

"Business is better than I thought, which is beyond my expectation..."

As he spoke, Glenn walked into the house.

Mrs. Ryan didn't rush Glenn to work, but poured him a cup of hot water first.

Glenn moved his ears slightly and heard a few vague coughs, which were not made by Mrs. Ryan.

"The door on the second floor near the window needs to be replaced. It always makes unpleasant noises when I forget to close the window at night. I've wanted to replace it for a long time."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Glenn took a sip of boiled water, responded, and went upstairs with his tools.