Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Dougli said he had to go and make arrangements with the Chief Executive, so he quickly separated from Glenn.

The purpose of his coming to see the Sheriff was to deal with the problems raised by the people above. Now that it seems that he has dealt with it, he doesn't have to stay.

It seems that the old guy is not going to force me. He knows that I have a problem, but he still wants to find a reason to attack me in that way. Is he worried about something? Or is he just a weirdo? ...While thinking about this, Glenn has arrived in front of a factory.

This is the only building materials manufacturer in the town, and they almost monopolize all the raw materials business in the vicinity.

I also learned this from the contractor named John.

There was a group of people queuing in the distance. Glenn went up to ask and learned that they were all here to buy construction materials.

He followed the rules and stood at the end of the line.

Glenn took out the basic magic book given by Doof and started reading it to kill time.

After a while, I heard a familiar voice: "Mr. Glenn, it's really you!"

Glenn put down the book, turned around and found that it was the old cat calling him.

"Old cat? Why are you here?"

"Of course I came here to buy building materials. I plan to build a house not far from the town soon."

The old cat replied with a smile, and then asked, "Are you going to build a house too?"

Glenn shook his head. "Have you forgotten the tavern I bought last time? I want to use it as a butcher shop. Do I have to renovate it?"

The old cat understood immediately.

The two chatted casually, and soon it was Glenn's turn, faster than expected.

There was a window in a small house similar to a reception desk. A bald middle-aged fat man in work clothes came in and asked without raising his head, holding a feather pen: "What materials do you need? How much do you need?"

Glenn was stunned. He really didn't understand this aspect. He had never built a house by himself in his previous life and had no idea about the amount of materials to be used.

Before coming here, I was distracted by Daogli's affairs, so I came here without thinking it through, and now it's embarrassing.

Just as the bald fat man looked up strangely.

Fortunately, the old cat behind him noticed Glenn's abnormality. As if he could guess what others were thinking, he told Glenn the ingredients and quantities.

Seeing that Glenn didn't object, the fat man quickly wrote on a piece of paper that looked like an order.

Glenn looked back at the old cat, who smiled and said, "These should be less, but you can buy them when the time comes."

"Thank you, my friend. I was almost going to bid twice as much as you did." Glenn thanked him sincerely.

"Mr. Glenn, it's nothing." The old cat said nonchalantly.

At this time, the fat man had finished writing the corresponding content and said:

"Pay a deposit first, four silver coins, or copper coins of the equivalent will do."

Glenn took out four silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the fat man, who took them and put them in a metal box. He then stamped the paper hard with something like a seal and placed it on the same order stacked on the side.

"Excuse me, sir, how long will it take for the materials to arrive?" Glenn asked instead of leaving.

“Not many people come to buy materials these days, so it will arrive in a day or two.”

After hearing the answer, Glenn nodded and stepped aside.

The old cat clearly reported the types and quantities of materials he needed, and the fat man did the same, and the deposit was twenty silver coins.

"Building a house costs money." The old cat said with a wry smile as he came to Glenn.

"Did you also ask John's team to help build the house?" Glenn asked curiously.

"John?" The old cat shook his head. "It costs extra money to ask for help from others. Just building a house will almost use up all my savings. I am not that extravagant. The most I can do is ask friends for help."

The two chatted as they walked.

The topics ranged from trivial matters of life to their respective views on the kingdoms, and many of them were just boasting without any basis.

When the magician was mentioned, Glenn asked with a try-it attitude: "Old Cat, do you know where there is a place that sells magic props and other things?"

He also wanted to have a magic laboratory of his own, and it would be great if he could find a source of tools and materials for this purpose.

"Why does Mr. Glenn ask this?" Old Cat asked subconsciously.

"I have a friend who has just become a magic apprentice. He needs information in this area. Although he can ask his teacher, it would be best if he can solve it by himself." Glenn answered without blushing.

"Magic apprentice, that's really enviable. If the financial situation allowed, I could also become a magician." The old cat said regretfully.

"Why do you say that?" Glenn turned around and asked.

"A magician once measured my elemental affinity and said that if it was in the seventies or so, I could become a magic apprentice, but the money required would be sky-high and my family simply couldn't afford it."

After listening to the old cat's story, Glenn nodded.

Examples like Old Cat are not uncommon. In the original owner's memory, he often heard about some commoners who were gifted in magic, but could only be ordinary because they had no money.

This is almost the most talked about topic among the nobles after dinner, perhaps because these topics can highlight their sense of superiority.

So what if you have talent? Without their wealth, you will still have to be a lowly person.

That's probably the mentality.

The reason for this situation is that talent is not something that people value very much.

There are actually quite a few people whose elemental affinity is over 70 or 80, but predecessors have already summarized that a high elemental affinity only increases the probability of becoming powerful in the future.

There are also people whose elemental affinity has just reached 60 and have achieved extremely high results.

This is also the reason why most magicians are unwilling to bear the cost of upgrading their apprentices.

The old cat returned to Glenn's question, "Are you asking me if I know about a place like the Magic Exchange? Is there any need to think about it? There must be one in the main city, and it must be the most luxurious one."

"Of course I know that, I'm just too lazy to run..."

"Oh! I see. You mean those privately owned shops in the wild, right?"

The old cat answered quickly.

"Um... probably." Glenn said uncertainly.

"I don't know about that, but I heard a rumor from a friend who has been to the Crazy Bear Forest. It says there is a lake in that forest, and a strange man lives by the lake, specializing in selling magic materials."

The old cat said it as if he was just saying it casually.

"Mad Bear Forest?" Glenn had never heard of this place. "Why is it called this?"

"It is said that every once in a while a mad grizzly bear appears and hurts people, but I don't know if it is true."

"So do you think this rumor is true? If I go..." "I advise you not to go. Although it's just a rumor, it doesn't sound like a good place. Let your magic apprentice go by himself."

Glenn just smiled at the old cat's words.

With his strength, ordinary dangers can't hurt him at all.

Suddenly, a few drops of rain fell from the sky.

The old cat yelled, "Damn it! It's raining. I have to go, Mr. Glenn. I live quite far from here and I don't want to get soaked!"

After saying that, he immediately ran away.