Once he had figured out who the enemy was, Raymond immediately realized that the inn had surely come under attack as well.
Without bothering to deal with the aftermath of the battle or the public transformation of the Shadow Servant, he returned to the Happy Time Inn as quickly as possible.
The moment he reached the entrance, he saw the blood-covered Soldier and Panther.
There were also several older Wolf Pups in their transformed lycanthropic forms.
Besides that, several corpses lay scattered across the ground.
Two of them had been torn into bloody, mangled heaps, their faces unrecognizable, their organs and intestines strewn everywhere. It was obvious that the Werewolves had done it.
"You're finally back! We were suddenly attacked!"
Clutching the wound in his side where a sharp weapon had pierced through him, the Soldier struggled to his feet and hurriedly reported to his master.
Due to excessive blood loss, his face was deathly pale. His kidneys also appeared to have been damaged, and he did not look like he would last much longer.
Of course, as a summoned creature, the Soldier did not fear death. He did not even have a clear concept of it.
As long as his master needed him, he could offer up his life at any time, just as he had activated the magical ritual through suicide on the deserted island.
"Is Harlett dead?" Raymond asked coldly.
The Soldier shook his head lightly. "No! He only suffered minor injuries. He's hiding in a guest room right now, guarded and protected by several Wolf Pups."
"You did well!"
Upon hearing that the pirate captain was alive, Raymond's boiling rage finally subsided somewhat.
Harlett was the most important part of his upcoming plan.
Without this "hostage" worth 170,000 gold coins, he would likely have to spend