Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

King's capital.

The main road of the royal city is unprecedentedly lively today because a special guest has arrived.

Countless citizens crowded together, holding up their cameras, trying to record the figures in front of them.

The ground was shaking slightly, as if a giant beast was stepping on it.

The majestic soldiers of the kingdom maintained order while keeping a close eye on the huge werewolf walking openly on the street.

That was Glenn.

The king did express his intention to meet with the werewolf, but he did not specify a time.

Glenn came without hesitation with this reason and caught the king and all the ministers off guard.

The crowd was talking about it. They were extremely panicked at first, until someone noticed that the soldiers were surrounding the werewolf, then they gradually became bolder.

"Hey! Sir, can you let me see your teeth?!"

"Wait, Mr. Werewolf, can you tell us why you are here? Is it because of the provocation of the War Maniac? Are you going to duel in the capital? Please! Please answer me!"

"Mom, it's so scary, let's go back..."

Glenn's ears were filled with these discussions, but he didn't intend to pay any attention to them.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, looked up, and immediately saw several familiar faces flying towards him.

The leader was of course Fate standing on the black griffin, and there were several officers who were also level seven.

As soon as Fate landed, he sent a voice message to Glenn: "You are really reckless! This will have a great impact on the order of the capital. You should keep a low profile!"

Glenn also replied in a voice transmission: "I have my own considerations, and it didn't cause much chaos."

Fate looked up at the huge monster and turned to tell his colleagues something. Then these distinguished figures "escorted" Glenn to the castle to meet the king.

The crowd followed all the way to the castle gate, and they would not stop until the werewolf disappeared.

This time, the topic of discussion in the capital will shift from the bedridden and most beautiful flower, Illya, to the werewolves.

Glenn walked into the magnificent palace. Fortunately, the door was large enough so he didn't need to bend down or lower his head.

Here he saw the king sitting on a high platform and the ministers dressed in gorgeous clothes below.

"Come forward, Mr. Werewolf. Thank you very much for taking my suggestion seriously and allowing us to meet."

The king's voice was powerful.

Despite this, Glenn still saw the deep fatigue in the other person's eyes.

The old king has been very busy lately, and he seems to have grown old again... Glenn's mind was full of thoughts, but he still bowed slightly respectfully on the surface.

The sight of a six-meter-tall monster bowing in this hall was indescribably strange.

"It is an honor to meet you, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Zen. Please forgive me for showing up in such a high-profile manner. I have my own considerations. I hope it will not cause you any trouble."

The voice of a werewolf is not friendly to human ears, but Glenn can control his body at will, so the voice is now just thick and low.

"Your honesty comforts me. As a hero who saved the continent, you deserve me to spend more time to deal with the troubles you bring. Of course, you did not bring any so-called troubles."

The old king smiled gently and looked extremely gentle.

He spoke so nicely, and I didn't feel any pretense from him at all. He is indeed a very experienced king... Glenn nodded to the king.

The two had a simple and cordial exchange about the affairs of the Kingdom of Winter.

The ministers did not interrupt, but stared at Glenn's every move.

Some of them had curiosity in their eyes, some had contempt, and some had hostility, but they were all hidden well now, but Glenn could feel it all.

He didn't care anyway. These people didn't provoke him, and Glenn was too lazy to bother with them.

"Well, from talking to you, I can tell that you are indeed a trustworthy werewolf. You have a kind heart. Thank God you are not an evil guy."

The old king said this after he and Glenn finished talking about the Kingdom of Winter.

"On my way here, I heard that there was a curse on the werewolf ancestor among the people in the capital. I want to see her. Please rest assured, the werewolf ancestor and I are not in the same group. It is just trash. In my eyes, it is just trash."

Glenn's disdain for the werewolf ancestor caused everyone at the scene to exclaim in varying degrees.

They couldn't believe that these words could come out of a werewolf's mouth, which made these people agree that Glenn was not in the same group as the werewolf ancestor.

The old king was now at his most suspicious, and Glenn's request would surely cause the king to uncontrollably make countless associations.

Glenn had expected this to happen, he was just trying it casually. Even if the king disagreed, he would go find Illya himself.

This was planned on the way.

There was silence in the hall for a long time before the king gave his answer:

"Yes, that child seems to be dying soon, maybe you have some solution."

This was a test, Glenn knew, and he answered:

"I would if I could, but don't get your hopes up."

Just as he finished speaking, an extremely harsh and unfriendly voice came from the side door of the hall outside:

"Don't even think about touching my Illya! You dirty werewolf! If you dare to touch her, I swear I will make you live a life worse than death!"

As the voice rang out, the king and even the ministers showed ugly expressions.

Glenn also looked curiously, and a tall and straight man with a pale face appeared.

He looked familiar. Oh, it turned out to be the fourth prince. How did he become like this? It took Glenn a while to recognize him.

The other party's change surprised him.

"Rick! Get out!"

the old king snapped.

"I won't listen to you! You actually let this ugly thing meet my Illya! What if it scares her!?"

The fourth prince looked extremely ferocious, and scared the nearby ministers so much that they retreated one after another.

"Rick!..." The old man's chest heaved with anger, but he seemed to be concerned about something and did not dare to provoke his son.

Just when many people were having a headache, a big hand suddenly grabbed the fourth prince.

Everyone showed a look of shock.

The big hand that grabbed the fourth prince was a wolf's claw, and its owner was naturally Glenn.

The old king's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Glenn grabbed the fourth prince in his hand and blocked his mouth with a finger.

He could feel that there were several terrifying attacks locked on him, all of which were level seven power.

But he didn't care, and said to the old king:

"Your Majesty, your son is possessed by an evil force. I can help him expel it. Otherwise, that evil force will completely destroy him."