If the Werewolf Offered a Batch of Cultural Relics, Would You Sell Your Skills?

The werewolf girl stared at the cabinet before her, conflicted, conflicted, and conflicted some more. After a long while, she gave a bitter smile.

"This isn't something I can decide on my own—

"On nights of the full moon, all the werewolf clans in Paris—though there aren't that many of us in total—gather here and rely on these statues to keep their sanity and avoid causing destruction.

"If there are particularly special days, like a lunar eclipse or one of those supermoons, even werewolves from the surrounding areas will gather here.

"Not to mention even more extraordinary days. When both werewolves and vampires need them, these few statues simply aren't enough to cover everyone..."

"Then could I trouble you to discuss this with whoever can make the decision?"

Shen Le asked her earnestly. The werewolf girl said awkwardly:

"This isn't something that can be settled in a day or two—"

"I have a Schengen visa. I can stay here for twenty-eight days." Shen Le remained calm. "So, within three days, can you at least contact someone with the authority to decide and have them talk to me?"

At this point, the werewolf girl could hardly turn him away outright. She reluctantly nodded. Shen Le smiled faintly, exchanged contact information with her, and took his leave.

The moment he stepped out of the museum's main entrance, Father Campbell was already waiting outside and hurried forward two steps.

"Mr. Shen, are you all right?"

"What could possibly happen to me?" Shen Le spread his hands. "The young lady was very polite. She calmly invited me to tour the museum. Although she wasn't willing to give me the Buddha head immediately, there's still room for negotiation. But this gentleman—"

He turned to look at the local guide, whose clothes were in tatters, whose