"Have you not yet apprehended your foe? Did this individual slay your kin?"
Upon hearing Glen's queries, the old man was on the verge of replying when the tentacles, which had hitherto quieted, once again spiraled out of control.
Glen resorted to his previous stratagem. However, this time, the tentacles were not only more frenzied than before but also seemed to gain strength from Glen's curse, rendering it entirely ineffective.
"Old man! What shall we do now?" Glen inquired with remarkable rapidity.
This time, though, the old man had no opportunity to respond.
In a desperate situation, Glen could only transform into a Level - 3 werewolf and forcibly restrain the old man along with the black tentacles.
Nonetheless, this was clearly an unsustainable solution. He had to seek assistance from others.
In this locale, his only recourse was to turn to Black Crow and his spouse.
"Old man, you'll owe me for this!" Glen exclaimed to the old man, uncertain if he was still conscious, then hastened towards Black Crow's abode at the fastest possible speed.
Before he reached it, an unknown mass of dark mist billowed towards him. Before Glen could react, he noticed that all the black tentacles on the old man's chest had vanished.
What could this be? His gaze immediately fixated upon the unknown dark mist.
A white - haired, humanoid creature with distorted goat horns on its head materialized within the mist. It rubbed its belly, emitted a satisfied belch, and beckoned to Glen, saying,
"It's been an age since I've savored a demon with such a distinctive flavor. Thank you for the repast, sir."
Glen glanced at the unconscious old man in his grasp, then at the unknown creature across from him, and stated icily,
"You'd best not have done anything to him."
The unknown creature hastily waved its hands. "No, no. I detected that the demon within him was in a semi - awakened state, which posed a grave danger to him. I was aiding him. Moreover, I'm aware of your status here, which I wouldn't dare to offend. You can trust me."
"Why are you helping me? I find it hard to believe you're a benevolent sort."
Suspicion was evident in Glen's eyes.
The unknown creature let out a couple of strange cries and said, "Truly, nothing escapes your astute mind. Well, one reason for my intervention was that I was genuinely enticed by the scent of the demon on him. The other reason, of course, is that I desire to befriend you."
Glen laid the unconscious old man aside and scrutinized the creature closely. He couldn't shake the feeling that it exuded a slippery and devious air.
"Merely befriending? I suspect you have ulterior motives."
"Er..." The unknown creature immediately assumed a rather pained expression.
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Mentally, it cursed:
I loathe dealing with intelligent and suspicious individuals!
Finally, it managed to compose its features and said, "It seems quite natural to seek the protection of a powerful being like you, does it not? I merely wish to find a reliable patron. There's nothing amiss with that."
"Enough of your evasiveness. You're far from adept at deceiving me. Reveal your true purpose forthwith, or I'll take my leave. Considering your assistance, I'll overlook what transpired today."
The unknown creature across from him fell silent and remained motionless, resembling a statue in the darkness.
Just as Glen was about to depart, the creature finally spoke once more:
"I was actually hoping you could introduce me to the Daughter of the Bright Tree, Legira."
The Daughter of the Bright Tree? Is this Legira's appellation? Glen pondered the significance of this new - found information, then cast a sidelong glance at the unknown creature. "Tell me what you are first, and then I'll contemplate whether to accede to your request."
Although it was but a simple matter of a mention, Legira might grant Glen the courtesy due to his words. Thus, it was prudent to be cautious.
"I'm certain you've heard of the White - Sheep Tribe. I'm one of the few remaining members of this tribe. I'm Chebnier. I'm in desperate need of the Daughter of the Bright Tree's power, which can aid me in locating other surviving tribesmen..."
"Hold on a moment." Glen interrupted. "I've never heard of the White - Sheep Tribe. Please elaborate."
The White - Sheep man who identified himself as Chebnier seemed taken aback, as if slightly irate, yet he managed to suppress it.
It explained,
"Our White - Sheep Tribe was the preeminent beast - headed tribe in the previous century. Our magical prowess was unparalleled in our era, and we were the natural adversaries of demons. Consequently, we had an intimate relationship with humans and engaged in long - term cooperation. However, humans later chose to abandon and betray us, seeking to exterminate our tribe. This is common knowledge, even to human toddlers. How could you be unaware?"
"Who says so? I genuinely have no knowledge of it." Glen replied with a tinge of helplessness.
The White - Sheep man was at a loss as to how to respond to Glen.
"In that case, I'll have the opportunity to mention you to Legira. If she's disinclined to interact with you, I can't be held accountable."
Glen concurred.
The White - Sheep man was overjoyed and nodded vigorously.
The reason it resided in this small town was that, after years of searching, it had learned that the world - renowned genius goddess from centuries past was in this peculiar town.
On numerous occasions, it had witnessed Black Crow walking along the street but had never dared to approach and converse with him. The man had once been a ruthless and heartless monster, and there were certain criteria for making friends. Approaching him recklessly could have cost it its life.
However, it was astonished to see that a human youth who had recently moved in had quickly become friendly with Black Crow. This filled it with envy.
Initially, it thought an ordinary human unworthy, but later realized it had been overly presumptuous.
A Level - 5 werewolf was certainly entitled to befriend Black Crow and his wife, more so than itself.
It had secluded itself in the house for an extended period and had finally seized this opportunity.
It hadn't deceived Glen. Its intention in seeking Legira was indeed to retrieve its other tribesmen. However, its tribesmen hadn't merely gone missing; they had entered an unknown realm.
Only Legira's unique power held the potential to bring them back.
Glen paid no heed to what became of the White - Sheep man thereafter. After depositing the old man back in his bedchamber, he returned home to rest.
At dawn, he delved into the study of dispelling magic. Progress was smooth, and he encountered few obstacles.
He felt that he would master it in a short time.
In high spirits, he then made his way to the farm. While inspecting the work, Kyle suddenly approached Glen and handed him a letter, saying,
"A postman, trembling, had reached the outskirts of the town but was too afraid to enter. I noticed him and dispatched a worker to inquire. It turned out he was delivering a letter to you. He was initially supposed to deliver it to Dude Town, but someone informed him that you actually resided here. So, this conscientious postman came."
After hearing this, Glen smiled. The postman was rather unfortunate.
Most likely, this letter was from his sister in this body, Danni.
It seemed she had reached the original owner's eldest brother. After reading it, he should pen a reply... With this thought in mind, he opened the letter.
Sure enough, it was from Danni.