The two individuals and the child, chatting and laughing merrily, arrived in front of a restaurant boasting sumptuous and opulent decorations.

Upon realizing they had come to a place that evidently exuded an air of extravagance, Danni instinctively felt a twinge of reluctance. "Isn't it rather excessive to dine here? It seems so costly."

In the past, when her parents were still alive, coming to such a place to eat would have been a matter of course, without a second thought. However, now that she was acutely aware of the hardships of life, she was loath to squander money needlessly.

"Anyway, it's the money of those mercenaries. Consider it as if they're treating us," Glen said nonchalantly.

Ricky, too, cast a longing glance, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Softening her heart, Danni refrained from saying anything further and accompanied Glen into the restaurant.

The interior of the restaurant, adorned with medieval-style decor, came into view. As a large eatery situated in a bustling, densely populated area, it was teeming with numerous diners.

Glen searched for an extended period before finally managing to secure an unoccupied table. He seated Ricky, motioned for Danni to take a seat and wait, and then went to place their order.

The waitstaff in the restaurant did not approach the patrons with a menu to take their orders. Instead, they were solely responsible for serving the food.

Customers were required to proceed to a designated ordering counter to place their orders.

Thanks to the memories of the original owner, Glen was well-versed in these procedures.

When a succession of mouthwatering Western dishes were served on the table, the three of them commenced their meal in high spirits, enjoying each other's company.

Glen employed his conversational prowess, ensuring that this reunion of kin was far from silent or dull.

Ricky, too, gradually grew fond of his uncle, drawn in by Glen's humor and his warm and enthusiastic demeanor towards them.

Just as they were relishing their meal to the fullest, the waiter suddenly brought two bottles of wine and announced, "These were ordered for you by a lady."

Glen and Danni both wore expressions of bewilderment.

Glen glanced at the two bottles of wine on the table and inquired of the waiter, "Where is that lady?"

The waiter instinctively looked in a certain direction, and Glen followed his gaze.

It didn't take long for him to ascertain who had sent the wine.

A stylishly attired, refined, and elegant young lady was seated at a table not too far away, gazing towards him.

"Murphy?" Glen murmured her name softly.

It was the vampire he had encountered briefly in Dudd Town. He had never anticipated that she would make an appearance here.

Murphy, seated at the distant table, raised her glass in his direction and smiled, as if offering a greeting.

She was not alone at her table.

First, a handsome man seated directly opposite Murphy turned his head and cast a fleeting glance at Glen.

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Subsequently, two equally exquisitely featured women leaned forward to take a look.

Danni also turned to glance in their direction and then asked Glen, "Who are they?"

"Friends I made not long ago," Glen replied with a smile, rising gently to his feet. "I'm going to go and say hello to them."

Danni nodded, deeming it the appropriate thing to do.

As he approached Murphy's table, the vampire lady flashed a smile. "Did you flee here? Have you come across those demons?"

Glen did not respond to this question. Instead, he leaned against the back of the chair and remarked, "You're quite audacious, appearing in a place like this in a group. Aren't you afraid of being captured and used to create magical materials?"

"We naturally have our ways. It's you, the werewolf... Hmm?!"

Murphy halted mid-sentence, her eyes widening abruptly. She asked in a tone of utter perplexity,

"Did you remove the curse?"

"What curse?" The handsome man seated opposite Murphy inquired, his tone laced with confusion.

He was disgruntled by Glen's audacious act of approaching them without permission. How dare a mere human be so presumptuous?

"I didn't remove it. I merely employed a bit of trickery to conceal it," Glen explained briefly.

This gave the handsome man the impression of being ignored. However, before he could become irate, Murphy answered his question. "The werewolf curse. When I first met him, I detected that he was a werewolf."

"What?!" The handsome man and the other two ladies had their pupils turn a shade of red, and their fangs became faintly visible.

"Be careful, all of you!" Murphy hastily cautioned them.

Instantly, their glowing eyes and fangs receded, and the three of them resumed their original appearance.

"How dare a werewolf approach us? Do you think we won't dare to kill you here?"

The man tilted his head slightly to the side and stared at Glen with a cold, steely gaze.

However, Glen had no intention whatsoever of engaging in conversation with him.

Murphy continued her earlier line of questioning to Glen. "How is it that I'm not aware that werewolves possess such a technique?"

"That's simply because you're lacking in knowledge and experience," Glen shrugged.

"You!" Murphy was incensed. This werewolf before her was still as infuriating as ever.

"We're not aware of such a technique either," interjected the female vampire seated beside Murphy, as if coming to her friend's defense.

"Then all of you are lacking in knowledge," Glen declared without the slightest hesitation.

"Murphy, can I kill him?" The female vampire, who had just been enraged, appealed to Murphy.

Murphy paid no heed to her companion's discontent. Instead, she took a deep breath and addressed Glen. "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to, Mr. Werewolf?"

"Aren't you just four fourth-level vampires?" Glen said with a casual air.

"You know?!" Murphy and her three companions all stared at him in shock. "How did you figure it out?!"

"Hehe, just a guess. But it seems I was right," Glen said with a crafty smile.

This was indeed a guess on his part. Based on his understanding of this world and an analysis of the arrogance exhibited by Murphy and the others, he was fairly confident in the accuracy of his conjecture.

"What?!" The four of them were initially taken aback, and then a sense of humiliation washed over them at being outwitted.

They, as noble and powerful high-level vampires, had been toyed with by a mere werewolf. If this were to get out, it would surely cause other vampires to double over with laughter.

"Murphy! I don't care! I want to kill him right now!"

"Let's silence him! What transpired today must remain known only to the four of us!"

"I've been holding back for far too long!"

Murphy took another deep breath, reminding herself to prioritize the greater good. She then said to her three companions, who were on the verge of losing their temper,

"Enough! Stop behaving like werewolves! Maintain your elegance!"

Glen, for his part, was secretly amused. For some inexplicable reason, the pretentious and haughty demeanor of these vampires made him want to play tricks on them.

"Mr. Werewolf, did you come here specifically to mock us?" Murphy asked calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred just moments ago.

"Of course not. I was just trying to lighten the mood earlier," Glen waved his hand. "Since you sent me two bottles of wine, you must consider me a friend. It wouldn't be proper if I didn't come over to say hello."

"Who's your friend? I merely wanted to let you know that I'm here," Murphy retorted with a roll of her eyes.

At this moment, the handsome man asked in an even icier tone, "Now that you're aware we're fourth-level vampires, you still dare to approach us. Are you truly not afraid of death?"

Ever since he had learned that Glen was a werewolf, he had felt a sense of unease, especially with Glen standing right beside his chair.

"Can you determine what level of werewolf I am?" Glen countered.

Murphy was silent for a moment and then said slowly, "When I first met you, based on your aura, I judged you to be at most a third-level werewolf. Could it be that you've now reached the fourth level?"

"So, you can't tell," Glen nodded. "I could be a third-level werewolf, or I could be a fifth-level werewolf. That's why I'm confident enough to speak to you here."