Upon seeing that the other party actually intended to climb in through the window, Pernas immediately let out a shriek: "Ah! Get away! Don't touch this! Get off the carriage! You stink terribly!"

"Insolence! Butler! Butler!" Even the noblewoman inside widened her eyes, looking somewhat panicked. "Quickly pull this audacious commoner down!"

A slightly plump, curly - bearded man dressed in a butler's uniform promptly jumped down from the front where he had been driving the carriage and came over to grab Glen's trousers, pulling with all his might.

Sensing that his trousers were about to come loose, Glen decided to stop his teasing and let himself be pulled down.

He plopped down on the ground and, looking up at the panicked young lady, burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

The slightly plump butler's face turned beet red. Seeing Glen laughing on the ground, he became furious and raised his fist to strike.

However, the voice of the noblewoman came from inside the carriage, "Hopes, leave him be. Let's hurry home."

The butler, having received his orders, could only give the commoner, who was rolling on the ground laughing, a resentful glare before getting back to the carriage and driving away.

Inside the carriage, the noblewoman regained her composed demeanor. With a slight turn of her eyes, she glanced at her daughter, who had puffed out her cheeks like a bun and stuck out her lips, and reminded her, "Don't make such an unseemly expression, Pernas. You are a noble. You should mind your words and actions."

"Yes, Mother," Pernas said, reluctantly putting away her expression, though she still looked extremely angry.

...

After laughing on the ground for a while, Glen wiped away his tears, stood up, dusted off his buttocks, and continued on his way.

Just as he entered the forest on the outskirts of Bayek, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.

Glen smiled. He knew that Nightroar was coming.

As expected, with a gust of wind, Nightroar's single eye was right in Glen's face.

Glen pushed away the huge face and walked past the beast, asking as he went, "How have you been feeding the pigs recently? Has anything unexpected happened?"

Nightroar immediately puffed out his chest, indicating that there were no problems.

"That's good," Glen nodded. "Let's go and take a look at the pigsty first."

Just as Nightroar had said, there were no problems in the pigsty, except that the pigweed was scattered haphazardly around, making the place look extremely messy.

Glen didn't say much. It was already good enough that Nightroar could take care of the pigs.

He then came to a separate enclosure, where the captured creature that resembled a moose was kept. Glen had always been at a loss as to what to do with it.

"Hmm... It seems a pity to slaughter you just like this. Judging by your size, you're about as big as a horse. I wonder how strong you are. How about... I'll have you pull the cart next time?"

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Glen stood in front of the fence, as if speaking to the moose - like creature inside, yet also as if talking to himself.

The moose came over. It thought Glen had come to feed it and had no idea what Glen was saying.

Glen gently stroked the creature's head, then turned around and walked towards the town.

As soon as he entered the town, Glen saw a stooped figure in gray clothes walking slowly ahead.

Glenn had seen this townsman before, or should I say his previous life had seen him before. She was an extremely old woman. When his previous life met her, he tried to talk to her, but she ignored him.

After the attempt failed, his previous life also stopped talking to the townspeople he met, unintentionally following the tradition here.

Glenn just paused for a moment and continued to move forward. When he passed the old woman in front of him, she suddenly glanced at him.

Glen, with his sharp perception, naturally noticed this, but he didn't show any reaction on the surface and continued walking.

That gaze remained fixed on him until Glen entered his house.

Did that old woman sense something? Did she discover that I'm a werewolf? It's highly likely... Glen stroked his chin and analyzed as he pushed open the door of his house.

...

Chesvino Town.

As it is closer to the regional capital city, this is a town that is larger and more prosperous than Dude.

In a club themed around the discussion of magic, in one of the rooms decorated with a mysterious ambiance.

The old man dressed in hunter's attire pulled aside the curtain and entered the room.

"I've been waiting for you here for quite some time, Bor."

A woman in her forties, wearing an exquisitely ornate mage's robe, with a solemn demeanor and a charming face, put down the book in her hand and said in a magnetic voice.

"Good day, the noble Lady Deffa," the old man bowed slightly and saluted.

"Judging by your expression, he got away again?" Lady Deffa said with a hint of helplessness.

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to. You should have divined it," the old man said as he sat down on the sofa beside him and rummaged through his backpack.

"What a pity..." Lady Deffa's eyelids closed slightly, showing a bit of weariness.

The old man then placed several crumpled pieces of parchment on the table in front of Lady Deffa and said, "These are for you. I've already completed the calculations for you. The incantations and formations that don't work have been annotated."

Lady Deffa merely glanced at them casually and looked to the side, saying, "Bor, take my advice. It's time to let it go. I deeply regret your experience, but one can't live their entire life consumed by hatred..."

"I'm willing to live in hatred. This is my choice, Mage Lady. You haven't experienced the pain of losing your family, so of course, you can say that," the old man interrupted, his tone firm.

"Sigh..." Lady Deffa let out a deep sigh.

"Anyway, I still need to thank you for divining the location of my enemy. I have no intention of being disrespectful to you," the old man added.

"We're old friends. It's the least I can do," Lady Deffa said, waving her hand gently.

After hearing this, the old man fell silent.

"There's a fourth-level dark mage by that guy's side," he suddenly said calmly after more than ten seconds.

"What?!"

Lady Deffa suddenly looked up at the old man, her eyes wide open in disbelief. "A fourth-level dark mage? How could there be a fourth-level dark mage? This..."

She was utterly confused. "All the fourth-level dark mages in the Zern Kingdom should be in the capital area. How could one be in such a remote place?"

"I don't know about that. But that guy should be a newly fallen dark mage. Several of the dark magic spells he used still had the traces of orthodox magic," the old man provided the information in a timely manner.

"Perhaps I should look into the fourth-level mages who have gone missing recently," Lady Deffa said, her expression becoming slightly grave.

She looked at the old man again and asked in confusion, "How did you manage to escape when you encountered a fourth-level dark mage? This isn't something that..." She pointed at the old man's chest. "This thing can deal with."

The old man smiled faintly. "I hired a powerful fighter."

"A fighter who can confront a fourth-level mage? Where did you find him? The cost must be quite high, right?" Lady Deffa was extremely curious.

"A rather annoying lad. At first, I didn't know he had... Hehe, it wasn't just confrontation; he has the power to kill a fourth-level mage."

"Kill?!"

"Although that fourth-level mage didn't go all out, his power should still be higher than that of a fourth-level mage."

Lady Deffa wore an expression of great surprise and remained silent for a long time.

"As for the cost..." Finally, the old man broke the silence. "I paid him twenty silver coins."