The Werewolf

Altair, watching the man and the Black Panther still staring at each other, reminded them, "Remember to dispose of the beaker and plate later."

After saying this, Altair left the laboratory.

Vera, realizing what had happened, looked at the cups and plates with disdain, then turned to look at Pansera again, her expression saying, "These things happened because of you, so you're responsible for cleaning them up."

Pansera ignored Vera's expectant gaze and instead performed a standard feline stretch, with her forelimbs outstretched, her buttocks raised, and her spine greatly extended.

After completing this series of actions, it shook its head and prepared to leave, its behavior as if to say, "I'm just a pet, responsible for providing emotional value, not a maid. Cleaning should be your job."

Watching Pansera turn and leave, Vera closed her eyes, as if making a huge sacrifice, and said, "If you just help me get rid of these things, I'll—I'll share my snacks with you for seven days."

Upon hearing this, Pansera stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Vera as if asking, "Really?"

Only after Vera nodded affirmatively did it pick up the contaminated plate and gesture for Vera to place the beaker on top.

Not long after, Altair was strolling in the garden, saw Pansera carrying a plate with a beaker on it, gradually walking towards the edge of the manor. Vera followed closely behind and said, "Pansera, remember to throw these things out of the manor through the gaps in the fence. Don't dig a hole and bury them."

Seeing this, Altair couldn't help but ask Vera, "Didn't Pansera just take Potion? How can she have such strong intelligence? How did you get her to throw things for you?"

"Of course, it cost me my food reserves," Vera explained with a sigh, looking as if she had suffered some great injustice. After speaking, she walked up to Altair, took her hand, and said in a coquettish tone, "Count Altair, Pansera really eats a lot. Don't you think we should increase its food budget and buy it more snacks and the like?"

Altair remained unmoved by Vera's coquettish behavior. After withdrawing his arm, he rubbed her delicate face with his fingers and teased, "I remember you applied for 30 Gold Pound for Pansera's snack allowance every week, but you only actually spent 15 Gold Pound. What happened to the rest? Did you skimp on Pansera's snack allowance?"

After hearing Altair's teasing, Vera couldn't help but smile, making her face appear even rounder.

After making his joke, Altair left to admire the flowers that were gradually blooming.

Vera's little tricks were known not only to Altair, her master, but also to Hahn, Irene, and everyone else, but no one said anything about it.

Of course, the main reason is that the little girl didn't go astray; she was just a bit greedy and kind. She skimped on Pansera's food allowance, and most of it was used to buy black bread, which she then gave to beggars on the street.

Fortunately, she delivered the black bread under the Sheffield Family's name. Had she done so in her own name, she would have received at the very least a scolding, and the worst possible punishment would have been unimaginable.

Cutting back on pet food expenses and then using the money for charity is a method that people can think of.

Although Altair and the others didn't want to get involved, Pansera, who had just returned and overheard the entire conversation, bared her teeth at Vera and made a low "woof-ha" sound, as if warning her, "If you dare do that again, I'll definitely bite you to death."

March 30, 1347, 10 PM

In Bexland, East District, under a bright Red Moon, two carriages slowly make their way to Empress Borough Bexland on an unnamed street.

Altair, sitting in the lead vehicle, was pondering the difficulty of acquiring Beyonder Characteristic.

"She had just attended Mr. A's Extraordinary Gathering and chose to leave immediately after the transaction was completed."

"The only problem is that no high-level, Extraordinary Material appeared at the gathering; Sequence Seven was already a bottleneck, even for A-grade materials..."

The gentleman accepted the commission to On-Demand Assassination; through this channel, she could only obtain the Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence Six.

"Of course, Mr. A also hinted that if Altair was willing to pay double the normal price, he would still be willing to hunt down Sequence Five on a large scale."

"But Altair didn't agree. She's not in a hurry to acquire it; she's just taking a shot first, even if there's no guarantee of success."

"Furthermore, Mr. A does sometimes sell Sequence Five Beyonder Characteristic items, but at most once a month, and sometimes he won't sell them for two or three months."

"What puzzled Altair the most was that the Beyonder Characteristic of the Pathway belonging to the seven True God were rare commodities for Mr. A. The highest acquisition Record was for Reader's Sequence Six Polymath. Most of the time, it was traits like Low Sequence various Pathway."

While Altair was still pondering, Simon, who was driving the carriage, slowly brought it to a stop and looked helplessly at the three tall figures in the distance.

Upon sensing the carriage stop, Altair looked towards the front of the carriage with a puzzled expression and asked, "Simon, are we home already?"

"No, Count Altair," Simon replied respectfully after being asked, explaining, "There's someone blocking the way ahead."

Upon hearing Simon's words, Altair curiously pulled back the car curtain and looked out, only to find three tall, humanoid giant wolves running towards them in the distance.

Altair smiled and said, "Keep one alive, and smash the other two to pieces."

After receiving the order, Simon looked at his teammates who were rushing over and gestured to them, "You guys deal with the two smaller ones, I'll take care of the big one."

After saying that, Simon activated his Dawn Armor. Once a faint yellow light condensed on his body, he charged towards the largest Werewolf.

Instead of using weapons, he charged straight at the Werewolf covered in black fur, sending it flying.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was stiff and unsteady in mid-air, without any foothold, he reached out and grabbed his upper jaw, giving him a 120-degree spin before slamming him into a stone pillar not far away.

Perhaps fearing he still had energy left, Simon quickly stepped forward and began punching and kicking the Werewolf's limbs repeatedly. As Simon's blows grew stronger, cracks appeared on the stone pillar behind the Werewolf and continued to extend. Altair, looking out the car window at Simon's outburst, couldn't help but gasp. Even if the Werewolf had been careless at the beginning, it wouldn't have defeated him in one move. And was this Pathway suppression or Sequence suppression?

Sequence Six hitting Sequence Seven is like a father hitting his son, who is completely powerless to fight back.

Not long after, Simon dragged the half-dead man back to the carriage and respectfully said to Altair, "Count Altair, of the attackers, only one was Werewolf with a Exotic Pathway Sequence Seven," while the other two were ordinary people infected with Wolf Toxin.

"I understand." Altair's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. "Remember to send someone to notify the Church of Evernight to handle this matter—two ordinary people turned into Werewolf."

"Bring this Beyonder from Exotic Pathway back to the manor and imprison him temporarily. Keep a close eye on him and don't let him die; he's still useful for now."