Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Gotaya felt that the person in front of her was very dangerous, and subconsciously tried to grab the bow on her back, but she grabbed nothing.

The black crow saw the elf girl's actions, but did not react much and chose to turn around and leave.

Seeing the other party's action, Gotaya felt relieved a little and kept watching the black crow disappear into the fog deep in the town.

She then looked around again. The huge town gave her a lifeless feeling.

"Is there no one living here?" Saying this, Gotaya walked onto the cobblestone road and strolled lightly.

When she came to the road, she looked at both ends of the road, one leading out of the town, and the other leading deeper into the town.

Perhaps out of curiosity, she chose to walk deeper into the town.

However, not long after they walked away, the door of the three-story house next door opened, and a tall and strong old man walked out.

He held an iron cup in his hand, with steam rising from it.

The old man raised his cup and took a sip. He glanced at the strange elf girl who was looking at him and said, "If you don't want to die, stay away from the depths of the town."

"Who are you?" Gotaya asked warily.

The old man looked as if he was too lazy to pay attention. He poured the remaining liquid in the cup into the yard and then turned and went into the house.

Gotaya was slightly dissatisfied, but didn't say much.

She looked forward again, and the outline of the house gradually disappeared because of the fog.

He didn't feel anything just now, but after the old man said this, Gotaya always felt that there was something extremely terrifying hidden inside.

After thinking it over again, Gotaya wisely decided not to move forward.

She turned around and went back, and as she walked, she felt a vague sense of being watched from all directions.

Gotaya felt his hair stand on end and was a little panicked.

This subtle feeling was actually always there, but she ignored it because her nerves were still relaxed when she just woke up.

What on earth is this place?! … She exclaimed in her heart and quickly returned to Glenn’s house.

……

The deer cart moved slowly forward on the bumpy dirt road, while two people on horseback followed a hundred meters behind.

The bald man looked at the deer cart in front of him, touched his smooth head and asked in confusion:

"Zamat, why don't we bring anyone else? The two of us can't deal with the guy who kidnapped Fang, right?"

The skinny mercenary held a piece of grass in his mouth and said disdainfully: "Who wants to deal with that kind of guy? We are just going through the motions."

"Cut scene?"

"Yes, no matter if that guy is the one we are looking for or not, we will not contact him. We will just follow him for a while and then go back and tell the boss that we have interrogated him and it is not him. Anyway, if the employer blames us, it will not be us who will be scolded."

After hearing this, the bald man was immediately impressed, "Oh! This is the smartest idea I've ever heard of!"

The skinny mercenary was obviously enjoying it and looked very proud.

What they didn't know was that Glenn in front of them heard every word of this conversation.

Indeed, it's clever... Glenn thought amusedly as he drove.

Tia noticed that Glenn's face was slightly raised, and couldn't help but ask:

"What is Mr. Glenn so happy about?"

"Ah?" Glenn suppressed the corner of his mouth that was raised and said, "Nothing, I just thought of a joke."

"What's the joke? Tell it quickly!" Tia was very curious.

Glenn pondered for a moment, then randomly picked out a few jokes from his past life and told them.

Tia has a very low laugh threshold. When Glenn told the simplest joke, she was so amused that she held her stomach and laughed until tears came out.

The laughter was so clear that even the followers behind could hear it clearly.

"What's wrong with them? Why are they laughing like that?" the bald strong man asked in confusion.

"Who knows? Mind their own business."

The lean mercenary didn't care.

As the distance got longer, the two mercenaries stopped shortly after following, just as discussed above.

The deer cart disappeared from their sight.

Glenn and his companions successfully arrived outside the town of Bayek.

Glenn asked Tia to go back by herself, and he went to the pigpen as usual.

The weeds underfoot had sunk into the soil due to frequent walking, and a clearly visible path meandered into the deep forest.

Glenn followed the trail to a familiar spot.

I don’t know what animal Yehou had hunted, but he was concentrating on eating it.

Sensing Glenn's arrival, it raised its bloody head and howled softly at Glenn.

Ravel's curly hair was particularly eye-catching. He stood next to the pigpen, scooping pig food into the trough with a wooden ladle.

I didn't notice anyone coming.

This scene reminded Glenn of his rural life in his previous life, if Ravel wasn't wearing the aristocratic clothes.

"You are becoming more and more skilled." Glenn said softly with a teasing tone.

Ravel turned his head when he heard that, and turned back when he saw Glenn. He curled his lips quietly, thinking: It's all because of you...

Not paying attention to the curly-haired noble's actions, Glenn stated his purpose:

"You don't have to come here tomorrow. I found a... um... temporary worker. I have other plans for you."

When Ravel heard this, he was not as surprised as Glenn had imagined, but looked reluctant.

"Why?! I... I mean, I only worked for a few days, and although some things were not done well, but..."

Glenn was a little confused by the other party's words, "No...what's wrong with you? Shouldn't you hate doing this kind of thing?"

Ravel's expression froze, his eyes rolled around guiltily, and he tried to explain: "I didn't say I like doing this, it's just that I feel that everything should be done well, this... this is what my father taught me."

How could Glenn believe such a lie? But he didn't delve into it and just joked, "I didn't realize your father is quite professional."

"Yes... yes, he has always been a very professional father..." Ravel said reluctantly.

Glenn stared with dead eyes, just watching quietly, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ravel's face had turned red all the way to his neck. It was the first time he felt such an uncomfortable embarrassment.

Yehou lowered the sound of chewing and looked left and right, looking like a melon eater.

After about six or seven seconds, Glenn retracted his gaze and said, "It won't take long for me to ask you to do this. Once I recruit someone, you can come back."

"Okay." Ravel didn't want to say anything more.

After checking the facilities in the pigsty, Glenn left.

Instead of returning to town, he went to the logging area.

He planned to build the lumber shed today. There were a lot of logs piled there, and they would be unusable if they got wet after rain.

……

After running around Dude Town for a day, the Hunter Mercenaries gained nothing.

This attack was too unexpected. No matter how the mercenaries inquired, they could not find any real clues.

It was already night, and the scarred man gathered everyone together and summarized all the information he had obtained.

Finally he came to the conclusion, in annoyance, that there were no clues.

This cannot be blamed on the incompetence of these mercenaries, as they are simply not cut out for intelligence work, and most of them are just slacking off.

"What a bunch of trash! Trash!!" The scarred man roared like a madman, slapping or kicking the reporting subordinates from time to time.

He vented for nearly an hour, using ugly words and sentences over and over again.

Zamat, who was lowering his head and being scolded, couldn't help but admire: The boss's voice... is so good!