Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Good boy, we are touched by your character. If you encounter any difficulties, please come to us and we will do our best to help you."

Mrs. Ryan said in a very serious tone.

"I will." Glenn smiled.

As he spoke, there was a knock on the door.

"I gonna go see."

Mrs. Ryan went downstairs immediately. Glenn thought it was time to leave, so he said goodbye to the sheriff and followed her downstairs.

There were four police officers in black uniforms outside the door. They saluted politely when they saw Mrs. Ryan.

"It's you guys, you're here to see your captain, right? Come in quickly."

Mrs. Ryan was obviously very familiar with these people and stepped aside.

As soon as the four people entered the room, they saw Glenn who had just come down from upstairs. One of the younger men, the one with dark brown hair, was immediately surprised and said:

"Aren't you the one who lives in Baiyek? Why are you here?"

The other three people seemed to have remembered it only after being reminded, and all had an expression of "So it was him".

"He was selling furniture at a stall on Central Street. I saw him and asked him to help replace a broken door. I didn't expect he was a doctor and cured your captain." Mrs. Ryan introduced them to the others with a smile, then turned to Glenn, "Son, are you leaving? I wanted to let you taste some of Dogri's fine wines!"

"No, I..."

"Wait!" Before Glenn could finish, the young man suddenly interrupted, "Madam, you said he sells furniture? Isn't he a butcher? And he cured the captain?!"

"Yes." Mrs. Ryan nodded affirmatively. "He is not only a butcher, but also a carpenter. As for curing Douglas, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

The four police officers looked at each other.

Putting aside Glenn's professional issues, it is hard to understand why he could heal the captain's body.

They also knew that the captain's injury was not an ordinary one, and ordinary treatments should not be effective.

Could it be that this guy knows magic or has magic props?

This was their unanimous guess.

"How did you do it?" the young man couldn't help but ask Glenn.

Glenn had no choice but to repeat what he said upstairs, which made the four police officers half-believe and half-doubt.

But he didn't need to make sure others believed it, so he said to Mrs. Ryan:

"Madam, I have already measured the length and width of the door frame. I can bring the finished door over tomorrow and install it. Do you have any other requirements?"

"I want the door I choose. I don't have any other requirements."

Mrs. Ryan was referring to one of those sample doors Glenn had when he had his stall.

"Well, see you later, ma'am."

"Have a good time, and good luck."

After watching Glenn leave, a slightly plump police officer murmured, "What a mysterious guy..."

The others nodded in agreement.

After exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Ryan, the four of them went upstairs to visit their captain.

When they first met, several police officers wanted to say some words of blessing and congratulations, but Daogli went straight to business.

"No need to say anything extra. Did anything happen in the station while I was away?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and they all understood their captain's character, so it was not surprising that this happened.

The young man with dark brown hair spoke:

"Captain, be prepared. The situation in the institute is not very optimistic..."

"What's going on? Are those team leaders making trouble again?" Dougli raised his eyebrows.

The young man looked bitter. "The team leaders are fine, but the main problem is the families of the townspeople who were killed. They are about to tear down the police station. After your accident yesterday, those criminals went crazy and ran rampant in the town. They also arrested many children. The police are too busy to handle it..."

"What?!" Dougli almost fainted from anger, "Those filthy bugs! They will go to hell! Ahem..."

"Captain!" Several police officers were shocked by Daogli's reaction and were worried that he would fall down.

Since the first missing child case, the pressure on the police officers has been increasing little by little.

The one who is bearing the most pressure is Dougli. In this situation, his emotions are no longer as calm as before and are completely released.

He cursed for a long time before his excitement subsided a little. The police officers standing by had never seen their captain lose his composure like this, so they just kept silent.

"Captain, are you okay?" one of the police officers asked in a low voice.

Dougli panted for a while, glanced at him and said, "Obviously there is an extraordinary power involved in this case. Didn't anyone in the station report it?"

"It has been reported. They said they will send a Level 2 Knight over, but we need to wait a few days..."

"Be specific! How many days?!"

"About... ten days..."

“Ten days!? We don’t know whether those children are alive or dead yet, and they said it would take ten days!? Didn’t you explain the seriousness of the matter to your superiors?! Those are the lives of more than 20 children! More than 20 families! Cough! Cough!”

After another bout of coughing, Dougli's face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead.

"We told them everything, but they said the knight was Lord Tell. You know his character, Captain..."

"Tail..." Daogli closed his eyes, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged over his body.

Thiel is a notoriously lazy knight. No matter how big or small the task is, he cannot improve his efficiency. Even though he is criticized by many people, he just won't change his procrastination.

Dougli could already imagine the other person's drunken face while leisurely riding on horseback.

"You guys go back first, I'll be there to host it soon." Daogli raised his hand to drive them away.

"But Captain, your health..." the four of them couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine!" Dougli shouted.

Knowing they could not persuade him, the police officers could only retreat.

……

Counting the copper and silver coins he earned today, Glenn drove his deer cart back to the town of Bayek in a very good mood.

After eating a few pieces of bread at home, he went straight to the pigpen.

That noble young master still has his own nature.

The black pigs in the pigsty were grunting non-stop. All kinds of weeds were scattered under their feet, which the black pigs did not eat.

Obviously, they were very hungry.

Ravel was sitting at the foot of a tree, yawning, feeling so comfortable.

Seeing Glenn coming, he immediately pretended to cut grass with a sickle.

"It seems you didn't listen to what I said this morning, so don't blame me." Glenn just said to Ravel's pretending to be diligent, and went to collect grass to feed the pigs.

Who would do that kind of work that only civilians can do? I won't do it even if you kill me... Ravel cursed in his heart with his head down.

After dealing with the noisy black pig, Glenn set about making the wooden door that Mrs. Ryan needed for her house, which only took a moment.

The rest of the time I continued making furniture.

At night.

Glenn prepared a midnight snack and deliberately refused to let Ravel eat it, but Ravel was just as stubborn and refused to eat it, so he went back to the warehouse to sleep.

The young nobleman, who had never had to worry about food since childhood, obviously did not know the horror of hunger.