Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"So that's how it is." Glenn nodded to show that he understood.

Illya turned her gaze to the books around Glenn and asked curiously:

"What book are you reading, Mr. Werewolf? So seriously?"

Glenn smiled and said, "Nothing? You know, we werewolves are all very violent. I'm just looking for a way to reduce the bloodthirsty tendency that comes from my blood."

Illya looked surprised. "But sir, you seem very rational, not as cruel as the books say."

She was genuinely curious about the werewolf in front of her, because this level seven werewolf was so special. If she could learn more about it, she might be able to successfully copy or even create a better one.

Glenn had already found a reason in his mind, so he said, "Although I am not affected at ordinary times, I will be attacked by the werewolf's unique killing at certain times. It's like a disease that occasionally breaks out. It bothers me a lot."

He actually said it! Could it be false? In any case, he must need a way to resist the werewolf's killing desire. This is really useful information... Illya was excited in her heart, but on the surface she showed great worry and concern for Glenn. She said:

"Oh my! Oh my God! This is terrible! It must be a terrible experience to be overwhelmed by a being as powerful as you!"

As she spoke, Illya's pale, cold, smooth little hand seemed to unconsciously grasp Glenn's wolf paw.

The worry on the girl's face was so real, her eyes seemed like they could melt the hardest man.

Glenn only felt a tingling sensation running from the tip of his tail to the top of his head, and his hair even stood up slightly unconsciously.

Although I noticed a slight flaw in the other person's acting skills, this kind of experience is rare.

This is a master... Glenn judged in his heart, no wonder he could charm the Fourth Prince like that, he really has good means.

Fortunately, he was almost certain that the other party must be related to the Silver God and other trouble-making gods. Glenn would not get close to the other party easily, otherwise, who knows what might happen.

Glenn tried to pull back his claws, but they were held tightly.

"It's a pity that I'm just an ordinary, weak mortal. It seems that I can't help you, Mr. Werewolf..."

Illya was on the verge of tears, showing her feminine charm to the fullest.

Glenn took a deep breath, the air was filled with the body scent of the woman in front of him, but his purpose of calming down was achieved.

He pretended to be serious and said: "My beautiful lady, your kindness touched me. If I can save lovely lives like yours, then everything I have done will be worth it. Your sincere concern is the greatest help to me."

Illya looked up and stared at the werewolf in a daze. Glenn's scalp tingled at this acting show because he didn't even notice the flaw.

Fortunately, this seemingly sincere look was only a flash, perhaps it was just an illusion.

Illya wiped her tears and then smiled with a strong smile. "It's great to meet you, Mr. Werewolf, in this kingdom. I decided..."

She suddenly fell silent halfway through her speech.

"What decision?" Glenn asked, pretending to be curious.

Illya shook her head, "Nothing."

She turned to Glenn and asked, "Mr. Werewolf, can you give me a way to contact you?"

Is she trying to track me? Glenn was suspicious, but he decided to agree to it and see what this lady with a suspicious identity wanted to do.

He replied: "I come here once a month, you can find me here."

It's nice to come here every month to read books and visit Bai Ge and the children in the orphanage.

Illya was immediately delighted when she heard this, "It's settled, you must come!"

She suddenly stood up, lightly lifted the hem of her skirt with her fingers, bowed gracefully, and then ran away with light steps, followed by several servants.

After being some distance away from Glenn, Illya slowed down her pace and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and it was unknown what she was thinking about. She murmured, "To reduce the murderous nature?"

Glenn was still sitting among the books, looking down at the book as if nothing had happened.

The attendant beside him hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and said, "Dear Mr. Werewolf, although Miss Illya is beautiful, she will not live long. It is best not to have excessive contact with her."

Glenn put down the book, turned around, and asked with a curious tone:

"What do you know?"

The attendant seemed to have no idea what to say. He opened his mouth and finally said:

"These are just speculations from me and a few friends. His Majesty the King and the ministers have similar speculations. We all think that Illya may have become a puppet of the werewolf ancestor, intending to seduce our fourth prince with her beauty and then steal something from him."

Glenn thought about it and nodded, "Indeed, judging from various signs, this speculation is very likely, but I have my own considerations when talking to her, and I will not fall for it easily."

"Mr. Werewolf, I'm glad you understand." The servant stepped aside and continued to act as a puppet.

Glenn lowered his head again, but before he could read a few words, another familiar breath approached.

It was Fate, the chief instructor of the Griffin Knights.

Glenn sighed and put the book down.

It’s a rare occasion that Fate isn’t wearing a helmet, revealing the true appearance of this cool female knight.

An overly beautiful and heroic queen face, long and thin eyebrows, sharp and bright eyes, and sexy and crystal black lips make Fate's temperament extremely unique.

She walked directly to Glenn and said, "Can we talk?"

Glenn pointed to the book on the ground, "I have something to do."

Fate was silent for a while, then said, "I'll wait for you on the side."

After saying that, he sat aside and meditated.

Only then could Glenn continue to finish reading the book.

Time passed little by little, and Glenn flipped through more than a dozen bookshelves before he was satisfied.

After adding the last information to the small notebook, Glenn said to the attendant, "Thank you for your help today. I will speak well of you to the king later."

"It's all your Majesty's will, but I'm grateful." The attendant saluted with a smile.

Glenn then turned his gaze to the meditating Fate and said, "Okay, are we going to talk here?"

Fate opened his eyes, "Go to my place."

A moment later, Glenn followed Fate and arrived at Fate's residence without attracting any attention.

This is not a luxurious villa, but a manor that is similar to a private training base. In addition to the cleaning servants, there are also several female knights wearing armor.

Seeing a huge werewolf coming into the manor, they all cast curious glances at him.

"Just focus on your work!" Fate suddenly shouted with full energy, his eyes as sharp as swords, scaring the servants and female knights who were secretly looking at this side.

Glenn was also startled. He really didn't expect the other party to make such a scary sound. It was like a tough physical education teacher in high school.