Upon hearing Glen's words, the several vampires, as anticipated, displayed expressions of bewilderment.

"We fail to comprehend your meaning. You would do well to articulate your words more clearly," Murphy inquired, her tone betraying impatience.

Glen emitted a soft chuckle. "Simply assume that I am a fifth-level werewolf."

He merely needed to convey to the four vampires present that he commanded sufficient significance to merit their respect, thereby circumventing any unnecessary complications.

"Both the vampire and werewolf communities are aware that there exists only one fifth-level werewolf, namely the current king of the werewolves, that aged wolf. Are you attempting to jest with us by claiming to be a fifth-level werewolf?"

The handsome male vampire scoffed.

The remaining vampires, Murphy included, all concurred.

"Who has decreed that there can be only one fifth-level werewolf in this world? Must I make a proclamation to the entire world merely because I have become a fifth-level werewolf?"

Glen regarded them as though they were a group of simpletons.

Nonetheless, his words indeed rendered the four vampires speechless.

"Why should we place our trust in you? Perhaps you are merely bluffing," the handsome male vampire persisted, his tone still defiant.

"Then, would you care to test me?" Glen's voice dropped to a somber register.

The male vampire was suddenly seized by a sense of impending peril, causing him to involuntarily shudder. In response, he flew into a rage and was on the verge of launching an attack against the werewolf before him.

However, Murphy was no longer interested in pursuing this trivial topic. She raised her voice slightly and questioned Glen,

"What is it that you truly desire?"

"Merely out of curiosity. The convergence of four fourth-level vampires at once has piqued my interest. I am eager to know your intentions,"

Glen, too, was reluctant to squander any more time, for Danni and her son were awaiting his return.

"That is of no concern to you," Murphy naturally declined to disclose.

"You would be wise to reveal it. Should you be hatching a plot that is likely to result in a catastrophe, I shall not stand idly by. Despite having transformed into a werewolf, I harbor a deep aversion to the occurrence of tragedies. If your actions are to cause the innocent to suffer, it will undoubtedly render me most displeased."

Glen's tone was devoid of any hint of jest.

Owing to his upbringing, his soul was deeply imbued with a strong sense of justice, and he also held a unique reverence for life.

What he loathed most was precisely the kind of behavior that demonstrated extreme disrespect for life.

Of course, the lives of the guilty were excluded from this consideration.

Yet, upon hearing Glen's words, Murphy and the four vampires were left stunned for a considerable moment. They could scarcely believe that such words had emanated from a werewolf.

"This is truly laughable. Weakness is inherently a sin. Those who lack the ability to..."

"Shirra!"

Murphy sharply interrupted her companion's words and addressed Glen, "You may rest assured. The objective of our gathering this time will not have any adverse impact on any innocent individuals. I swear by the Primordial Ancestor."

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Glen nodded and then directed his gaze towards the female vampire named Shirra beside Murphy. Suddenly, he placed his hand on the shoulder of the male vampire below.

Upon feeling the touch on his shoulder, the handsome male vampire instinctively desired to lose his temper, but his pupils suddenly constricted, and beads of cold sweat emerged unbidden on his forehead.

Then, Glen's voice resounded, "Shirra, is it? You were on the verge of stating that the inability to safeguard oneself in the face of a disaster is a sign of the weakness of the feeble. Hehe, very well. I shall remember you. Pray that I do not encounter you again."

Having spoken thus, without awaiting a response from the other party, Glen turned and departed.

The instant the hand on his shoulder withdrew, the male vampire nearly slid to the ground as if all the strength had drained from his body. His entire being was drenched in sweat, as though he had just been pulled from the depths of a river.

This sudden transformation startled his companions. The female vampire beside him promptly reached out to offer support.

"What ails you, Mort?" Murphy inquired, her countenance betraying surprise.

"He possesses... He possesses a formidable artifact of at least level six!" The male vampire almost bellowed.

Fortunately, the restaurant was in a state of considerable commotion, so even if he had shouted at the top of his lungs, the diners at the neighboring tables would not have been able to discern his words.

"What?!" The three female vampires exclaimed in shock.

Once they had recovered from their initial surprise, the three vampires, Mort included, all directed their gazes towards Shirra, who had just been singled out by Glen.

The latter, too, wore a look of abject terror and stammered, "I was merely attempting to say... that the inability to protect oneself in the face of a disaster is the fault of those who instigate it..."

...

Upon returning to his table, Glen suddenly recollected that he had neglected to inquire whether they were acquainted with Baiyi, the vampire he had met at Legila's birthday celebration.

Ah, well. It is of no great consequence... With this thought in mind, Glen resumed his meal with Danni and her son, focusing on satiating their hunger.

"Are they all your friends?" Danni suddenly queried.

Glen swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded. "In a manner of speaking, they are."

"They are evidently not ordinary individuals. They are far too comely. Are they nobles? Are you still associating with the nobility?"

There was a palpable note of concern in Danni's tone.

"Well... I cannot definitively say. We have only met on a few occasions. However, you need not worry. I have long since severed all ties with those nobles I once knew."

Glen was aware that his family held a deep aversion to the noble youths whom the original owner had once curried favor with.

Firstly, those individuals were haughty and possessed a multitude of vices. Secondly, their treatment of the original owner had been reminiscent of how one would treat a lackey.

"That is for the best..." Danni smiled and nodded, refraining from further comment. She was cognizant that her younger brother particularly disliked being lectured.

Once they had all satisfied their hunger, Glen spent the remainder of the day escorting Danni and her son on a leisurely stroll through the town's streets until nightfall.

He primarily purchased some toys from this world and several sets of clothing for Ricky.

The child's smile remained unwavering, and he called Glen "uncle" with increasing frequency.

Glen, too, took a great liking to this young lad. Chiefly, he was not troublesome and was obedient and well-behaved, unlike those unruly children who tended to evoke his ire.

As for the matter of seeking out Luther and the others, it would have to be postponed until the following day.

In contrast to their leisurely demeanor, in the central precinct of this medium-sized town.

Within a large edifice resembling a castle, male and female servants went about their tasks, and guards clad in knightly armor stood sentinel in designated locations.

At first glance, all appeared normal. However, upon closer inspection of the eyes of these individuals, one would notice that their gazes were utterly vacant, as if they had lost their very souls.

Only a woman attired in a housekeeper's uniform exhibited a normal demeanor. She walked with composure along the corridor, paying no heed to the anomalous state of the others.

She pushed open a grand door, stepped inside, and then gently closed the door behind her.

Behind the door, five corpses lay, all garbed in the resplendent attire of the nobility, clearly indicating that they had been the original occupants of this place.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the housekeeper caused the five corpses to rise slowly into the air. Subsequently, after a strange gust of wind swept through, they were reduced to ashes.

Having completed this task, the housekeeper was on the verge of casting a certain spell to create five puppets identical to the nobles who had just perished.

However, a voice sounded from behind her, "The first one."

The housekeeper was startled and was on the verge of taking evasive action, but her consciousness began to fade.

The male vampire Mort, whom Glen had encountered in the restaurant earlier, gradually regained his normal eye color from a blood-red hue. Ignoring the housekeeper, who lay on the ground with blood oozing from her orifices, he addressed the three swarms of bats hovering behind him,

"This level of opposition poses no significant challenge to us. Now, let us divide and conquer the remaining targets."

The three swarms of bats did not respond but flew off in three distinct directions.

And the male vampire, too, transformed into a swarm of bats and departed.

Once all had grown quiet, the housekeeper's body gave a tremor, and then she rose to her feet, standing upright.