Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

While Glenn was busy with his business, two people were watching from a distance.

"Is it him, Zamat?" one of the bald strong men asked his companion.

"It should be. I remember Fang beat this guy yesterday. Maybe..."

The companion who answered was thin, with deep eye sockets, like a shrewd monkey.

They were members of the Hunter Mercenary Group. They had been following Glenn since he entered the town.

Understanding what the other party meant, the bald man said uncertainly: "He doesn't look very powerful. Besides, if it is really him, would he dare to appear here again?"

"Maybe he doesn't take us seriously at all? After all, he must be very powerful to be able to kidnap Fang without anyone noticing among so many of us."

"Should we go and give it a try?"

"Are you stupid? Of course I'll go back and report first! You want to be cannon fodder, but I don't!"

The bald man was choked and immediately annoyed, but he couldn't find a reason to get angry, so he could only say: "You are smart! I will listen to you! Okay?"

The two left arguing.

Glenn took some time out of his busy schedule to look at where the two mercenaries were staying, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

With his anti-detection awareness, he had already discovered the stalker, but he just didn't want to pay attention to him.

It was soon evening, and since Glenn set up his stall later this time, he would close it later than usual.

Fortunately, the guests were very enthusiastic and the party should have ended near dusk, but Glenn still had to wait for someone.

Finally, a figure came jogging from a distance.

Glenn was listening to Tia telling about some interesting things that happened while she was shopping nearby. He smelled a familiar scent approaching and immediately interrupted the little maid.

"Is he the person you are waiting for, Mr. Glenn?" Tia asked, looking at the person approaching.

Glenn nodded.

"Hoohoo... Mr. Glenn... As soon as I heard... someone said you were selling meat here, I hurried over from get off work. Do you have any meat left?"

The old cat panted.

"Don't worry, I saved it for you. See if it's enough." Glenn smiled and motioned for the old cat to see for himself.

Glenn planned to sell meat today because Old Cat specifically requested it, so naturally he had to leave some for him.

The old cat looked at the "silly roe deer" meat on the chopping board, all of which were the best parts such as the thighs.

He smiled instantly, "That's enough, now we don't have to buy that expensive meat from Im anymore. What's the total price? I want all of this!"

"The total is fifteen bella, which is sixty copper coins, but I'll give you a discount, fifty-five copper coins will do."

"That's great, could you help me put it up? I'd appreciate it."

The old cat readily took out the money.

After getting the heavy meat in his hand, the old cat noticed Tia, who was wearing a maid outfit beside Glenn.

"Who is this?"

"I'm a maid in the home of a noble friend of mine." Glenn looked at Tia and explained.

Hearing this, the old cat was very surprised. He moved closer to Glenn and whispered, "You actually have a noble friend!? How did you know him?"

"It was a coincidence. It's quite complicated and I can't explain it in a few words." Glenn made an excuse.

"Is that so?" The old cat didn't ask any more questions. "You have to be careful. Although I have heard of nobles making friends with commoners, some of them have other purposes."

The old cat said this almost close to Glenn's ear so that Tia wouldn't hear it.

"Don't worry, I don't have close ties with them." Glenn replied in the same low voice.

The old cat nodded and patted Glenn on the shoulder, then said to Tia who looked curious:

"Hello, beautiful lady. Nice to meet you. I am a friend of Mr. Glenn. My name is Des Rodman, or you can call me by my nickname, Old Cat."

Tia stood up with a smile, saluted like a maid and said, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Des Rodman. Please call me Tia."

"Okay, Miss Tia, let's get to know each other better next time we have a chance. Now I have to go."

After the old cat finished speaking, he said to Glenn, "I'm going home first, my friend."

"See you next time."

Watching the old cat go away, Glenn thought about the conversation and actions between the old cat and Tia just now, and said in his heart:

The old cat has indeed seen the world, and he must have practiced such behavior and speech in secret.

Afterwards, Glenn and Tia packed up their stall and prepared to go home.

……

In the tavern where the Hunter Mercenary Group is located.

The scarred man sat in a dim corner with his fingers crossed on his forehead.

He maintained this posture for a long time, and he only responded casually to his subordinates' reports.

The loss of the "cargo" forced him to think about how to face the anger of the young master of the Punk family.

The Hunter Mercenaries serve the entire Punk family, so the young master would not lose his life.

But the loss this time was too huge. There were three second-level magicians and a mercenary with the power of a second-level knight. Master Punk would be furious.

"We have to find the culprit first and share the Punk family's anger." He sighed softly.

At this moment, someone pushed the door again. This was the third time, and each time it was his men who came to report the suspicious person.

"Boss, we found..."

"That's enough." The scarred man interrupted directly, "If you find any clues, keep investigating. If you find any suspects, keep watching them. If you have the chance to take action, notify me!"

The bald strong man and his companion swallowed the words that were about to come out of their mouths and could only leave happily.

But just as he turned around, the skinny mercenary seemed to have thought of something and turned around again and said:

"Boss, I think that guy is from outside the town. Maybe he has to leave the town. As long as we wait until there is no one around, we can interrogate him properly!"

The scarred man stroked his chin and thought for a moment before making a decision: "Okay, then take a few people with you to give it a try."

The lean mercenary suddenly looked bitter, "Boss, if that guy is really the one who attacked last night, then aren't we going to die?"

The scarred man's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he roared, "Then figure it out yourself! Do you think I'm raising a bunch of rubbish?!"

The two men almost fell to the ground after being yelled at. They didn't dare to say anything more and went out immediately.

When the room was quiet again, the scarred man rubbed his hair and whispered to himself: "Why not leave the Punk Family? The compensation they give is too stingy anyway..."

……

At Glenn's home.

The well-rested elf girl slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the dark room, and what happened last night gradually came to her mind.

Realizing where she was, she sat up from the bed and stretched comfortably.

The slender and perfect body curves that are unique to elves are undoubtedly outlined.

Pushing the door open, Gotaya found that there was no one in the house.

She frowned and whispered to herself, "Where did you go?"

After confirming that she was really the only one in the house, Gotaya chose to walk out of the house to take a look.

However, as soon as she opened the front door, she saw a man with strange attire and a gloomy temperament staring at her quietly.