Who was the old werewolf king? It sounded as if he was the leader of some werewolf group. Did this woman mean to imply that this so-called werewolf king would not allow him to sell pork? How overbearing! Lost in his thoughts, Glen momentarily forgot to speak and stood there in a daze for a short while.

Noticing that the other party was distracted, the unusual miss let out a soft laugh and spoke, drawing his attention back to herself."Well, Mr. Werewolf, are you scared? Surely you don't think that just because you've gained a bit of power, you're so arrogant as to believe that no one can defeat you? That old werewolf king is extremely terrifying, you know. He could easily take down ten of you."

Looking at her expectant expression, as if she were waiting for a show, Glen did not answer her question but instead said impatiently,"Are you going to buy something or not?"

"Ah?" The unusual miss was taken aback once again, and then a look of anger crossed her face."Are you playing tricks on me?!"

Glen rolled his eyes."How am I playing tricks on you? Hurry up. If you want to buy, then buy. If not, get out of my way. Don't disrupt my business."

The unusual miss was so irritated by Glen's impatient attitude that she actually laughed out of anger. What was the status of this wild werewolf? And what was her status? She had only come over to tease him out of curiosity upon seeing a werewolf doing business in a human settlement, thinking it would be a way to pass the time. Otherwise, why would she bother with such a lowly creature? And his repeated unexpected responses had made her feel as if she was being made fun of.

"You filthy lowly creature! Do you know who I am?!" Her pupils transformed from black to a vivid red, and a terrifying murderous aura suddenly enveloped Glen.

However, Glen remained unmoved by this murderous intent. He imitated the unusual miss's previous actions, propping his arms on the counter, leaning forward, and staring directly into her red pupils at close range. His voice was firm and forceful as he enunciated each word clearly,"Get out of my sight!"

The last word was uttered in a low, menacing tone, like that of a demon, exerting great pressure on the woman before him.

"You!" The unusual miss was so enraged that her chest heaved violently. One of her hands gripped the wooden support pole, and her nails pierced through the glove and dug into the wood, making a creaking sound.

She was furious. Usually, a werewolf of this level would have had their will broken by the murderous aura she had released, and they would have been reduced to kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

But the man before her was not only unaffected but had the audacity to talk back to her?

Just as Glen thought she was about to attack, the unusual miss took a deep breath. Then, she wiped away the anger from her face and smiled again."Mr. Werewolf, what's your name?"

"I thought you were going to start a fight," Glen said, rolling his eyes."My name is Glen, Glen Nibankru. If you have any grievances, feel free to come and find me."

The unusual miss was almost enraged again."Fight? I'm not one of you vulgar lowly beings."

She softly repeated Glen's name."Fine, I'll remember it, Mr. Glen. We'll meet again."

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With that, she turned to leave. Glen frowned and quickly said,"Aren't you going to tell me your name? That's rather impolite!"

"Who are you calling impolite!" The unusual miss lost her temper once more.

"Then what's your name?"

"Murphy! Murphy Elton!"

Glen repeated the name."Hmm, it's easy to remember."

"Is there anything else, Mr. Werewolf?" Murphy said coldly.

Glen looked Murphy up and down without any hesitation, and just when the miss was on the verge of losing her temper, he said,"Are you a vampire?"

He asked this question in a relatively low voice, so as not to be heard by the people passing by in the distance.

Murphy looked at Glen stiffly, and her tone was equally stiff."Haven't you been able to determine my race until now?"

Glen nodded.

Murphy covered her face in an unladylike manner. She hated making such a gesture, but she couldn't help it at this moment."As a race that is in opposition to our vampire clan, you're a complete failure!"

"So, you really are a vampire..." Glen said thoughtfully."Then what are you doing here? Are you here to hunt for food?"

After asking this, Glen prepared to take action. If her answer was affirmative, he would immediately subdue this vampire.

"Who said that we vampires must feed on human blood?"

Unexpectedly, Murphy countered with a question. Then, she cast a disdainful glance at the commoners passing by around them. "These humans don't like to bathe. They're extremely filthy. Goodness! Even some of the so-called nobles are like this. Not only do they not bathe, but they also use some even more pungent scents to try to cover up their body odor. It's simply disgusting! I'd rather die than feed on such creatures!"

"A noble and elegant vampire like myself only preys on those creatures that possess magic and are clean. That's what befits my status."

Upon hearing these words, Glen relaxed a bit. Ignoring the fact that she hadn't revealed her true intentions, he quickly agreed, saying, "Exactly, exactly. I also think that our lowly and filthy race is unworthy of your noble status. Go and find those who are worthy of you quickly."

Murphy curled the corners of her lips and let out a soft snort. "You do have some discernment and a proper sense of self-awareness."

After saying that, she adjusted her beautiful hat and, with her head held high, walked into the crowd.

Glen kept his eyes on her until she disappeared. Only that peculiar smell lingered in the air for a long time. He murmured in a low voice, "This town isn't as peaceful as it seems..."

The stream of people coming and going was bustling. Soon, it was approaching evening.

The black pig that Glen had brought still hadn't been sold out. Looking at the scattered commoners on the street, he decided to pack up his stall for the day.

The total income this time was only a little over a thousand copper coins, less than half of what he had earned last time. He would have to deal with the remaining meat on his own.

Glen put the garbage he had generated into a bag. Then, he closed his eyes and slightly twitched his nose, searching for a familiar smell in the air.

Just a few seconds later, he opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "I've found it."

Having determined the direction, Glen led the cart towards his target.

...

"Bonnie, come down and have something to eat. Seriously, you can't go on like this. I'm really worried about you," said a middle-aged woman with a worried expression. She stood beside the stairs in an ordinary two-story house and looked up towards the second floor.

"I don't have an appetite, Mom. I just want to be alone for a while," came a listless voice from the second floor. It was clear that it belonged to a young girl.

"But if you don't eat anything, your health will suffer."

"I'll come down and eat when I'm hungry. Don't worry too much, Mom. You eat first."

"But... all right..." The middle-aged woman eventually lowered her head, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen a little more.

She looked at the rye bread and stewed bean soup on the dining table but had no appetite to eat. She just sat there in a daze, lost in thought.

Dong dong.

Two knocks on the door interrupted the middle-aged woman's thoughts. She quickly got up to open the door. At the same time, she wondered in her heart who could be visiting. It should be one of her daughter's friends, as they were the ones who usually came to visit.

As the door creaked open, a strange young man stood outside. This made the middle-aged woman instinctively become more alert.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Bonnie's friend. I heard that she hasn't been feeling well recently, so I came here specially to see her. Please forgive me for any inconvenience," Glen said first, greeting her clearly and articulately.