Werewolf wizard

Chapter 3: Warwick, the First Transformed Werewolf

In old butler Warwick's room, Warwick was already terminally ill.

He was too old.

This year, he was already eighty-three years old.

The medical technology of this era simply could not cure him.

The moment Doctor Petro of the Peter Barony saw old butler Warwick, he had already sentenced him to death.

He said that this was not a situation that could be cured by medical skills at all.

Even if he went to Storm Keep in the royal capital, he would not find a doctor who could cure Warwick's injuries; perhaps only the court physician would have some way.

Currently, in Warwick's room, the head maid was directing the maids to clean the room, remove dust, and place vases filled with lavender at old butler Warwick's bedside, hoping to cheer him up.

But Warwick was only getting weaker.

Before his death, the only thing he couldn't let go of was his young master, the young Baron Peter, who was now only sixteen years old but had to independently shoulder the barony.

Warwick looked at the ceiling; it was the first time he was so afraid of death.

He stretched out his hand towards the ceiling. "Oh, Storm God, please do not take his life; he still wants to see his young master, Souan Peter, conquer the territory and revive the barony."

But when Warwick saw his own wrinkled, aged hand covered with age spots, Warwick's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was immediately brought back to reality by his own old age.

The head maid walked over and said, "Sir Warwick, Master Souan is here; he has come to see you."

The head maid, Pella, was also an old person in this manor; she was already over sixty years old this year.

In order to stay in this manor and take care of the Peter family's daily life, she gave up marriage and dedicated her life to this career that she considered great.

She had witnessed the rise of the Peter family and also witnessed the decline of the Peter family.

Warwick grabbed Souan's hand as he rushed over and said in a low voice, "Master Souan, I want to tell you…"

Souan raised his eyebrows; he was having the AI analyze Warwick's physical condition so that he could make some minor adjustments when he took the magic potion he had refined, but he didn't expect Warwick to be so excited to see him.

Souan could only comfort him and say, "Wait a moment, old Warwick."

"Whatever you have to say, wait a moment; your injuries are too severe. I need to do some checks on you; don't let emotions interfere with your judgment."

But Warwick was very excited; he wanted to climb out of bed. "No. If I don't tell you these words, it will be too late; I may not have enough lifespan to finish all the things I want to say."

"Master Souan…no, my master. Sell this territory and the remaining village we have. I can contact you; some nobles I know will sell the two territories at a high price, so you can buy a smaller manor in the suburbs of Storm Keep, or even in the city."

"The Peter Barony is the one who signed the contract with the royal family. As long as you lose this territory, you will no longer have any debts."

"You can live a good life as a wealthy man there, with no enemies, no threats, no betrayers, no robbers. You will be there, so rich that you only have money left."

"Perhaps we can't keep the Peter Barony, but you and your descendants can still live a carefree life."

"Buy a few more shops and a few more serfs. Young master, you don't have to stay here for us old people anymore. I'm dying…"

Souan raised his eyebrows, opened a bottle of red-gold magic potion, and poured it into his mouth. "Warwick, you are still a long way from death."

"Also, we are no longer in trouble. I have grown up, and I have enough power to take back what was originally mine and reunite the Peter Barony."

"The Peter Barony was divided because of my youth, and now it will be reunited because of my strength."

"We don't need to leave here."

"After all, this is where you and the head maid grew up and lived your whole lives. I think you may have special feelings for this land."

Souan thought, 'Besides, giving up your territory and going to Storm Keep is too ridiculous.'

'Storm Keep is also the headquarters of the Storm Church. Once the church discovers that I am conducting magic potion research, it will be troublesome.'

Warwick looked at Souan in confusion; he didn't notice that as he drank the werewolf curse transformation potion, he spoke more and more forcefully.

His skin regained its elasticity, as if he had returned to his twenties, a time full of youthful vitality.

His eyes were no longer cloudy.

Beneath his aged body, there was a new vitality.

The moonlight of the full moon outside the window shone in.

Souan took half a step back. 'AI, record all the changes in Warwick's body and mark him as Werewolf Legion Test Subject No. 1.'

Currently, the wizard resources he can access are limited; he hasn't even seen a real wizard, and it's not even clear whether wizards really exist.

After all, it is also possible that the wizards have become extinct.

Therefore, Souan decided to have the AI focus on developing, reverse engineering, and deducing a magic potion, and then use this magic potion as a basis to develop a series of by-products and subsequent advanced products.

In this way, he should be able to quickly assemble a wolf pack团 composed of dark creatures.

In this way, reuniting the territory would be a very simple matter.

With a werewolf team, he can collect more resources related to wizards, making it easier to find the wizards.

Of course, at the same time, the deduction and research of magic potions to improve his strength must not be suspended.

The premise for achieving all of this is not to affect himself and to improve his strength.

Souan said to the head maid, "Let the maids leave the butler's room and return to their respective servant rooms."

Although the head maid didn't understand, she turned around and faithfully carried out Souan's order.

At the same time, Warwick on the bed discovered the changes in his body.

Something containing evil magic entered his life.

When he suddenly sat up from the bed, he saw in his eyes, which had turned into wolf pupils, his shadow in the moonlight—it was not a human at all.

It was a wolf.

Not a werewolf, but a wolf, just like the wolf Souan had hunted in the jungle before.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so comfortable?" Warwick raised his hand. Within a minute, his mouth became protruding, his eyes turned into golden circles, his whole body was covered with wolf hair, his body structure began to become more suitable for sudden bursts of power, and his fingers grew into wolf claws.

Warwick looked at Souan in surprise and said with some trembling, "Master Souan, could it be that your research on wizards that you mentioned before is all true?"

Souan stood in place and nodded calmly.

Warwick's body began to transform from werewolf form back to human form.

Souan noticed this, which meant that the potion he had refined was perfect and had almost no side effects.

Warwick could freely transform between human and werewolf forms.

Warwick was very shocked.

In truth, nobles often form secret societies in private, perhaps to research mysterious witchcraft, dabble in cults, or even sacrifice peasant girls to evil gods.

This is basically a private hobby among the nobles.

But as Warwick knew, the nobles who did these things never gained anything from it.

Otherwise, the knights wouldn't be the ones ruling over countless castles on this land.

For a long time, he had always thought that wizards didn't exist at all.

Su Nan raised an eyebrow. "Warwick, are you afraid?"

Warwick was taken aback. He still appeared as an elderly white-haired man in a suit, and out of habit, he still leaned on a cane when standing.

But inside, he had already become a werewolf.

Possessing the immortal power of the dark night, he had been reborn.

The surging power within him intoxicated him.

And he was filled with loyalty to Su Nan. He said to Su Nan, "My lord, I am forever loyal to you and the Peter family."

"My loyalty has never been to the king, let alone the church and the so-called Storm God. No matter what you are, I will not be afraid."

The old werewolf Warwick clenched his fist, looking at it as he said, "I'm even happy. You truly are the old Baron's son."

"Those who betrayed our territory will finally pay the price."

Even in human form, Warwick's fangs were exposed and his eyes turned into golden circles when he was angry.

The evil magic power on his body was identical to that of Su Nan's.

After all, he himself had been transformed into a werewolf by Su Nan's magic power.

Su Nan had never been surprised by the old butler's loyalty.

Originally, the old butler Warwick had served his family for three generations, and his loyalty had already stood the test of time.

Moreover, the werewolf curse transformation potion had a side effect that wasn't quite a side effect.

That is, the person who takes this potion will have their strongest emotions amplified.

Before his death, the old butler Warwick's strongest emotion was his concern for him, his desire to live again and serve him.

When he transformed into a werewolf, due to the potion, his loyalty was amplified at least three times.

As a result, he became even more loyal to him.

It was basically impossible for him to betray him.

In addition, the noble blood used in the werewolf curse transformation potion was his own, which would naturally make the werewolf created in this way regard him as the leader of the pack.

Su Nan frowned. For a moment, he seemed to be connected to the old werewolf Warwick, but it seemed to be an illusion.

'Analyze the current situation,智脑, am I right?'

[Detecting, your magic power does have a relatively shallow connection with the old werewolf Warwick. Because magic power is too metaphysical, there is currently insufficient data to determine whether it is good or bad.]

[Among the recorded materials, several Storm Kingdom native fairy tales, travelogues, and storybooks mention the concept of 'wolf pack'.]

[It is speculated that the so-called wolf pack is a special situation in which a weak connection appears in magic power. A lone wolf leaving the wolf pack will be weak and powerless, and a wolf pack that loses its leader will be useless.]

[Being in a wolf pack seems to allow one to share the power between werewolves.]

[The wolf pack leader is suspected of being able to concentrate the power of all the wolf packs, or share magic power with his wolf pack, in order to achieve destructive abilities that individuals cannot obtain.]

[The number of werewolves is currently too small to be effectively analyzed.]

[Please create more werewolves.]

[If there are more werewolf research subjects, perhaps artificial intelligence assistance can help you design the potential connections to control the wolf pack.]

Warwick looked at his palm, still unable to believe that he had almost died just now. Now he felt no pain at all, but instead felt very good.

He even wanted to compete with Su Nan's knight attendant Robert to see who was more powerful.

The old butler Warwick asked Su Nan, "So, Lord Su Nan, are you a wizard now?"

Su Nan shook his head. "Definitely not."

"I just found some clues about wizards from the dusty piles of old books."

The old butler Warwick said, "That's good enough. You are truly amazing. I didn't expect that the old Baron's pile of miscellaneous books would hide these secrets."

"I'm afraid that only a person as outstanding as you, young master, can develop the secrets hidden in those books. Young master, it seems that my previous worries about you were unnecessary. This is great."

Su Nan nodded.

That's right, in fact, many mysteries are hidden in ancient books.

Waiting for people one thousand years, three thousand years, or even five thousand years later to find them.

Warwick said, "Am I still human now?"

Su Nan said, "Of course. You can regard yourself as having one more transformation form, or regard yourself as some kind of subhuman. But overall, you are still human."

Warwick said, "Young master, what abilities do I have now besides regaining the power of youth?"

Su Nan thought for a while and said, "You possess all the basic abilities of the werewolf race I designed, as well as the special ability of intelligent high-level werewolves to establish and join a [Wolf Pack], and you have the freedom to switch forms at will."

"You possess the basic rapid self-healing ability of the werewolf race, and ordinary knives and guns should not be able to effectively harm you."

"You possess superhuman jumping ability, strength far greater than ordinary people, a physique stronger than ordinary people, as well as the tough fur and sharp claws of a werewolf."

"Although you cannot cast magic, the dark night magic flows in your blood, bringing you an all-round strengthening of your physical fitness, as well as the most core powerful self-healing ability of the werewolf race."

Su Nan's left eye showed a data stream, scanning the data of Warwick's physical condition.

[Warwick]

[Age: 83]

[Race: Human (Werewolf)]

[Strength: 1.9]

[Speed: 2.0]

[Constitution: 3]

[Special Ability 1: Reduced ordinary damage (The damage caused by ordinary knives and weapons seems to become less fatal.)]

[Special Ability 2: Super-speed self-healing (Possesses a powerful self-healing ability, allowing you to exert much greater power than the paper data.)]

[Weakness: Afraid of fire, afraid of silver weapons.]

[During the full moon, all physical qualities can theoretically increase by 0.5.]

Warwick looked at his new body and was very satisfied. "Thank you, young master."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and the head maid Pella walked in.

Pella raised an eyebrow, looked at Warwick, who looked like he was in his forties, restrained her infatuation, and said, "In my opinion, there is another benefit, it seems to restore youth."

"Young master, don't be too partial."

"I also want to transform into a werewolf."

"Moreover, this way I can better protect you and this manor. An old woman like me doesn't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay on my familiar land forever."