Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Seeing that the old cat was desperately holding on to him, Glenn knew that the other party was doing it for his own good and it was difficult to push him away, so he had to give up.

But he would not give up. After getting the old cat out of the way, he would still beat the man.

"You'd better stay away, kid. Don't let me see you again!" The mercenary known as Fang put away his whip, said arrogantly, and left with the team.

I might as well just kill them... Glenn changed his mind instantly, looked to the other side and added in his mind: And those three magicians...

He just felt that the three people had an aura similar to that of the dark magician, and it was certain that they were not good people.

"Oh, Mr. Glenn, you scared me to death just now! They were mercenaries! Very powerful and scary! You actually wanted to fight them?! That's crazy!"

Lao Mao looked frightened. "Civilians like us should not act on impulse. It's easy to get killed. Several of my former co-workers had conflicts with powerful people and ended up in a miserable situation!"

"Yeah... I understand." Glenn wanted to say that he didn't take these people seriously, but he guessed that the other party didn't believe him, so he could only agree.

The old cat nodded, knowing that Glenn was just trying to fool him, and didn't say anything more.

The two continued to look at the team.

In addition to Glenn, there were a few unlucky townspeople who were relatively close and were screaming in pain from being hit by the fangs, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Glenn tilted his head to look at Old Cat and asked, "Who are these mercenaries?"

The old cat looked surprised and tilted his head to ask back, "You don't know?"

Glenn threw up his hands helplessly.

"Well, I remember you said you had only been here for a short time." The old cat tapped his head and explained:

"This is the caravan of Count Punk's family. They often help hunt monsters at the border of the kingdom, but this is not their main purpose. Count Punk's sons like to raise foreign slaves. These teams help hunt and transport slaves, and they pass through our town every time."

Having said that, the old cat took a deep look at the elf girl trapped in the cage and continued:

"I heard that the Earl's sons once offered a huge reward for a living elf slave. After all, they are recognized as the most beautiful race on the continent, so it is common for them to be coveted. Now it seems that one of the Earl's sons can't hold back and is willing to go deep into the heart of a forest elf tribe to capture one, no matter how much damage he suffers. Yes, he succeeded."

As expected, the inferiority of human beings is fully revealed in such an era... Glenn took a deep breath and asked in confusion:

"Will hunting elves so openly like this arouse the wrath of the Saixi Kingdom?"

The Kingdom of Saishi is a country ruled by high elves. In addition to high elves, there are also night elves, frost elves and forest elves under its rule.

He has the demeanor of the ruler of all elves, and as one of the great powers in this world, his status is self-evident.

"Of course." The old cat nodded in agreement, "Maybe the main messenger had too much time to transport secretly, so he chose to do it openly without considering the impact.

"They probably think that the Saixi Kingdom will not go out of their way to cause trouble for an insignificant forest elf. Don't doubt that those self-righteous nobles will do such a thing."

While Glenn understood it, he was also surprised that an ordinary worker like Lao Mao could have such insights.

The aristocratic groups that the original owner had come into contact with all looked down on the classes below themselves, saying that they were dirty, ignorant, and unambitious.

This also led to the original owner having similar views, and even forgetting the fact that he was also a member of these groups.

But Glenn certainly would not be influenced by these ideas. He knew that these were just fantasies of the upper class over their self-perceived sense of superiority over the lower class.

The reason why he felt surprised was that it was rare for the old cat to have such understanding in an era when information transmission was not very developed.

"So what will become of this elf?"

Glenn actually had some guesses, but he still wanted to hear what this experienced friend had to say.

"Ah..." The old cat looked like he didn't want to think about it, "You don't want to know."

"No, I want to know." Glenn didn't hesitate.

"Uh..." The old cat was stunned, then smiled bitterly: "You really know how to respond."

His face straightened and he continued, “Slaves are a group without human rights. If they meet good buyers, they might live better, but those in the Punk family are obviously not that kind of people.

"Their notoriety spread far and wide, and I have heard of their deeds in many places in Battersea.

"The best outcome for this poor elf lady would be to become a pet.

"As long as the owner doesn't get tired of it, it might live longer. But usually, it will either be ruined and end up being used as food for the big dog in the Punk family, or be used to make wine."

Glenn's eyebrows twitched when he heard these words. As an orthodox soldier, such inhumane behavior had aroused his anger.

"Use it to soak in wine, what does that mean?"

He still suppressed his discomfort and continued to ask.

"As we all know, elves are a race of extremely long-lived people. I don't know when or where this rumor came from, but it's said that drinking elves' wine can prolong their lifespan, so..."

The old cat shrugged for the last time and let Glenn experience it himself.

Huh...something new comes to life...Glenn looked back at the team that had already gone far away, and his hands were itching to get going.

"Let's go and try not to have any contact with these people," suggested Old Cat.

Glenn nodded and said, "It's almost time. I have to go back to check on my pigs. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, he left quickly without waiting for the old cat to respond.

……

night.

The mercenaries who had booked the entire tavern were enjoying their first relaxation in several days.

The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, sweat, and a faint smell of blood.

"Fang, you were too impulsive this time and killed several brothers."

A mercenary with a broad forehead and a long nose slammed the table and pointed at Fang who was drinking beside him and laughed at him. There was no accusation in his words, but more like a ridicule.

“Don’t slander me!” Fang threw the wine glass and spit out saliva, shouting, “It’s obviously because those idiots are not strong enough! They rushed in recklessly, that’s why they were shot to death by those elves!”

The two men were arguing, and a few drunk people joined in, making the already noisy pub even noisier.

There were only a few people who did not participate, and they were all considered managers of the team.

One of them was the one who shouted Fang during the day, and he was also the leader of them all.

His skin was gray and rough, and he wore a barbaric-style leather armor. His exposed face and arms were covered with dense scars.

"Boss, is it really true that nothing will happen if we don't hide this?" The magician standing aside whispered his concerns.

The scarred man took a sip of wine and turned his eyes to the cage outside the tavern.

This tavern has a yard specifically for these mercenaries to store their "goods", and the surrounding area is arranged to facilitate guarding and patrolling.

The elf girl in the cage seemed to sense being watched and turned her face from her knees, revealing an eye full of hatred and resentment.

"The master should take care of the troubles. We just need to do our work, Altan." The scarred man smiled faintly.