Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Ravel faced Defa's questions, but he had a plan in mind:

It seems to be a fourth-level magician's medal, which is much higher than my father's, and her strength must be very strong. If she can help me escape from here, or defeat that damn guy, then my parents and I can be reunited! Get freedom again!

After thinking this through, he immediately squeezed out a few tears and said pitifully:

“Master Magician, I am the son of Lord Chanis. I was captured here as a slave by that despicable commoner named Glenn! He took advantage of his power and used me as a hostage to extort my family’s property. He also wanted poor Tija to play with him.

"And no matter how hard I work, he won't give me anything to eat! Please, Master Magician, please save us! Woo woo..."

Tia on the side opened her beautiful eyes wide, surprised that her young master could be such a liar.

"Really?" Defa's eyes were sharp, making Ravel feel guilty. "But I saw mischief in your eyes. This is the look of a standard dandy nobleman. I have seen it countless times."

Ravel seemed to be strangled by the neck. He opened his mouth to defend himself but no words came out.

"Oh my God!" Tia's eyes were full of shock and admiration, "As expected of a magician, you can see through Master Ravel's perfect disguise in one go!"

The exposed Ravel glared at her fiercely.

This stupid maid with no brains!

Knowing that she had said something wrong, Tia hurriedly covered her mouth, but it was of no use.

“Hahaha…” Defa covered her mouth and laughed beautifully. She pointed at Tia and said, “You are such a lovely girl. Maybe I can consider bringing you with me. Maybe it won’t be so boring when I’m doing research.”

When Tia heard the magician praise her for being cute, she blushed. When she heard that he wanted to take her with him, she was so scared that she quickly waved her hands and said:

"Master Magician, the lady asked me to take care of the young master. I am very sorry that I cannot go with you."

Seeing that Tia actually refused, Ravel was not moved at all. Instead, he felt that this silly maid was ignorant.

She followed a fourth-level magician, whose status was probably higher than her father's, but she actually refused!

If it were me, I would definitely seize this opportunity. I wouldn't need to take the knight exam later and could still live a decent life.

"Haha..." Defa was not angry because of being rejected. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to scratch Tia's nose and said softly, "What an obedient child. I hope you can still maintain this innocence in the future."

After that, she looked at Ravel again, and said in a tone that restored the dignity of a great magician: "This is probably the grudge between your family and him. I won't get involved. Now I have to go back to the carriage and sleep for a while. I'm still not used to staying here."

"He" naturally refers to Glenn.

Tia and Ravel watched Defa leave.

"Master, you'd better go to work quickly, otherwise you will have nothing to eat today."

Tia advised very sincerely.

"Hmph!" Ravel mustered up all his strength and snorted loudly, then walked out of the town.

……

Mrs. Ryan's house.

Glenn had just installed the new door and turned to Mrs. Ryan, who was helping to pass tools, and said:

"That's all, what do you think?"

The other party looked at the neat wooden door, tried it out, and said with great satisfaction:

"Well, I am very satisfied. Thank you for your hard work."

"This is work, it's not hard work."

Glenn was collecting tools on the ground and asked casually, "Has Chief Dougley returned to the police station? He should not be well yet."

"Yes, he said that he hasn't had time to rest recently. I have advised him countless times, but he just won't listen. He has a really stubborn temper." Mrs. Ryan seemed very helpless.

"Is it because of those who arrested the children?"

"Yes."

"Do they know where you live?" Glenn put the tool kit aside in a corner and narrowed his eyes.

"Why do you ask? They probably don't know." Mrs. Ryan asked curiously.

"I see..." Glenn walked towards the stairs and looked towards the main entrance below.

The door lock suddenly dented outwards and then tore apart. The iron door lock was crushed by a palm. Glenn saw it clearly.

With a creaking sound, the unlocked door slowly opened.

A figure wearing a black felt hat and a leather windbreaker walked in.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Ryan also heard the noise below, and came over to take a look. She immediately frowned and shouted at the person who walked in below: "Who are you?! This is trespassing! I don't welcome you now! Please get out!"

The man who walked in didn't care about the owner's dissatisfaction. He walked aside, picked up a glass of unfinished water and drank it, then chuckled in a low voice:

"Madam Sheriff, since this is our first meeting, I won't introduce myself. There's no need anyway."

He looked up again, allowing the two people upstairs to see his appearance clearly. He had a pair of sharp eyes, deep in his eye sockets, a long facial features, and a chilling aura.

Mrs. Ryan was somewhat frightened by this momentum, but she did not show any fear, and continued to drive him away:

"I don't care who you are! But since you know my husband is the sheriff, you need to know what crime it is to attack the family of a police officer! Get out now!"

The man pulled a stool over and sat down, with one leg on his knee. He looked at Mrs. Ryan's face and said with a smile:

"Originally, the boss asked me to take you back directly. Although your husband is not a threat, he is still capable. In order to prevent future plans from going wrong, it is better to control him. It would be best to have you as a hostage.

"But now... Madam, I am somewhat fascinated by your fiery personality and appearance. Why don't you consider following me in the future? That old sheriff probably can't satisfy you. I am stronger than him and I guarantee that I will make you feel like you are floating in the air."

The words became more and more unbearable to hear. Mrs. Ryan was shaking with anger and her heart was becoming more and more frightened.

She didn't expect that there would be criminals who would actually dare to cause trouble for the sheriff's family. Who gave them the courage?

"Madam, there's no need to get angry with a dying man. I'm actually quite good at fighting. You don't have to worry about your safety."

Just then, Glenn interrupted.

Mrs. Ryan was skeptical. "Really? Child, don't be stubborn. This is none of your business. You'd better leave quickly. He won't dare to do anything to me."

"Good at fighting?! Hahahaha..." Before Glenn could answer, the man in the windbreaker laughed out loud, "How good at fighting? Fighting with street thugs? Hahahaha..."

With a smile, he pretended to imitate the gestures of a gangster.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I can handle a guy like him with one hand." Glenn continued to comfort Mrs. Ryan regardless of the ridicule from the crowd.

Feeling that he was being ignored and that the other party didn't take him seriously, the man in the windbreaker put away his smile, stared at Glenn with a sinister look, and said coldly:

"Originally, I was planning to cut off your head and let you die painlessly, but now I have changed my mind.

"I will break every bone of yours bit by bit, dig out your liver, and finally take out your heart, so that you will die while looking at your still beating heart."