A few minutes later.
In the town square.
Dozens of humans and dwarves held hunting rifles, warily surrounding the Werewolves bound in the square to prevent them from lashing out and hurting anyone.
Torches lit up the town square.
Meanwhile, at an outdoor table on the other side, several priests and gunmen stood behind the mayor, watching the warmly smiling young man opposite them with wary eyes.
The mayor stroked his white beard and looked uncertainly at Lynn across from him.
"You're saying you subdued all those Werewolves single-handedly?"
Lynn adjusted his glasses with a smile. "Ah! A piece of cake. I was just minding my own business, walking down the road, when they suddenly attacked me. I had no choice but to defend myself."
A priest glanced at Lynn, then hurried to the old man's side and whispered:
"I just examined them. Every last Werewolf is suffering from several different ailments. They're so weakened that they're no longer capable of fighting."
"And..."
He lowered his voice.
"Judging by their reactions, they're all terrified of this man. It seems he's the cause of all their ailments."
At those words, the mayor's expression grew grave.
Almost instantly.
A terrifying name surfaced in his mind.
[Plague Doctor]
If the Night Doctors embraced the extreme ideal of eradicating every disease from every living creature in this world, then the Plague Doctors were their opposite.
They were a group of mysterious beings dedicated to spreading plagues and curses across different worlds.
No matter where they went.
Their appearance inevitably brought terrible plagues and curses.
They were twisted beings of an extremely Chaotic Evil nature.
Could he be...
The mayor instinctively glanced at the young man sitting across from him. The warm smile on his face sent waves of dread through the mayor's