Glen saw off several people with a smile. Watching them depart in a group, he then drove his deer - drawn cart towards his own tavern.

Upon arriving at the destination, he parked the deer - drawn cart aside.

I wonder how many employees I've recruited today? It would be best if there are more than three. Things will be much easier to handle later... With such anticipation, Glen pushed open the door of the tavern.

Ignoring Ravel, who had risen to his feet, Glen first scanned the surroundings. When he saw only a tall and lanky man sitting alone in the corner, his expression instantly fell.

He grabbed the collar of Ravel, who was approaching, and asked with great suspicion,"Don't tell me that only one person came in today."

Ravel was momentarily flustered and explained,"Only four people came today. The first three didn't meet your requirements! He's the only one who's relatively suitable..."

"Only four?" Glen frowned and released the curly - haired lad.

At this moment, the tall and lanky man had already walked over and bowed politely, saying,"Hello, sir. You may call me Luther."

Glen extended his hand."Glen."

The other shook it and then let go.

"Since he has already reviewed you, you should be qualified. When can you start working?"

"At any time."

Seeing the decisiveness of the reply, Glen nodded in satisfaction.

Then he turned to Ravel and said,"Show me the records of your review."

The latter immediately took out that pale yellow piece of paper, on which were written segments of information in rather unappealing handwriting.

Upon seeing these words, Glen felt a pang of annoyance and couldn't help but say,"Practice your handwriting in the future."

Ravel didn't dare to retort and could only nod submissively.

Glen perused the contents on the paper with the meticulousness of an archaeologist. It didn't take long for him to finish reading.

As Ravel had said, the first three people didn't meet Glen's requirements.

Some were ill, and others had extremely poor character and conduct.

For the time being, Glen chose to believe that this curly - haired young noble wouldn't dare to deceive him. He turned to look at Luther, the tall and lanky man, and asked,

"You used to be a butcher, which is exactly what I need. However, it says here that you're from out of town. Do you have accommodation here?"

"Yes, sir. My wife was originally a resident here. Her family home was left unoccupied after she married me. Now that she has passed away, I'm living in her former house."

Luther explained unhurriedly.

"Oh～" Glen nodded. Then he pointed at the man's right hand and suddenly asked,"Could you tell me what's in your sleeve?"

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Luther's heart seemed to skip a beat, and his pupils suddenly constricted!

"Y - you... What are you talking about, sir? I don't understand. There's naturally my hand in my sleeve. What else could it be..."

"Is that so?" Glen narrowed his eyes upon seeing the man's reaction.

Just as Luther was contemplating whether to flee, Glen's right hand flashed, creating a gust of wind.

Before he could react, he found that Glen was already holding a dagger in his hand.

Luther's mind went blank instantly, and he stood there dumbfounded, engulfed in great fear.

Glen frowned and examined the seemingly ordinary dagger in his hand repeatedly. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

Why does this thing smell so peculiar? But it doesn't seem to be anything extraordinary... Glen wondered, his eyes becoming sharper as he stared at the blade of the dagger.

The next moment, barely noticeable watermarks appeared on the blade of the dagger.

"Where did this water come from?" Glen's confusion deepened.

At this time, Luther's stunned mind had resumed its function. He let out a hysterical scream and lunged at Glen:

"Give it back to me!!!"

Glen sidestepped the lunge, then tossed the dagger to his left hand, grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand, and twisted it.

Luther's arm was twisted behind his back, and he let out a cry of pain.

Just as Glen was about to ask something, the dagger in his hand suddenly opened a mouth and emitted a voice that didn't sound human:"Let him go!"

"The dagger... The dagger is speaking!?" Ravel hadn't understood the sequence of events earlier, and now he was so frightened that he stammered incoherently.

Glen was also filled with astonishment as he looked at the dagger, which had now undergone a drastic transformation.

A human eye split open on the blade, and a mouth resembling that of a shark split open in the middle of the blade, uttering human words.

"Give it back to me..." Luther turned his head with difficulty, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The eye on the dagger stared at him resentfully. Glen fell into a brief period of contemplation.

Moments later, he asked in a strange tone,"This... Could this be your wife?"

Luther remained silent. Just as Glen thought he was acquiescing, he said in a low voice,"He's my son..."

Glen:"..."

Releasing Luther, Glen asked straightforwardly,"Tell me, what happened?"

The latter didn't pay heed to his sore arm and turned around, looking at the eerie dagger with concern.

"Could you please return him to me first? Please don't harm him. He's the most important thing in my life."

Glen only deliberated for a moment before throwing the dagger back.

Luther caught it hastily and asked anxiously,"Angie! Angie! Are you all right?"

"I'm fine..." The dagger replied.

Luther heaved a sigh of relief and tucked the dagger back into his sleeve.

Just as Glen thought the tall and lanky man was about to start recounting the whole story, Luther bent his knees as if to kneel down.

Glen grabbed the man's shoulder, preventing him from kneeling.

"Speak properly. Don't kneel!"

After several unsuccessful attempts, Luther realized it was futile. He stood up straight and said,"Mr. Glen, before I tell you my story, please promise me that you won't spread this matter. Otherwise, both my son and I will be in mortal danger."

"If you and your son are not at fault, I'll promise you." Glen considered for a moment and said.

Luther opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue, but he closed his eyes and said softly,"Then listen first and judge whether I'm at fault later..."

Glen immediately pulled over a stool and sat down.

Ravel did the same.

Both of them assumed the demeanor of attentive listeners.

"All right, here's the story." Luther began to speak slowly."The experiences I told you before were all true. I used to be an ordinary butcher in Tara Town. I had a wife and a son, and my family life was harmonious.

"But one day, when I was drinking in a tavern, I met a magician. She told me that my wife had a dreadful illness and would soon die, which was the result of her divination.

"I was extremely panicked because my wife had indeed been coughing continuously recently. I immediately begged her to save my wife. She seemed to take pity on me and agreed.

"Then, she started asking me to gather various herbs and boil the medicine myself. I followed her instructions scrupulously and administered the medicine to my wife on time every day.

"However, my wife's condition didn't improve at all. I anxiously asked the magician about it. She said the condition was more severe than she had anticipated and that she needed to take my wife away for treatment herself.

"I was completely indecisive at that time and agreed to her request. But since then, I never saw my wife again.

"The next time I met the magician was several months later. I confronted her and asked why she hadn't returned my wife to me. She actually thought for a long time before smiling and saying,‘You mean that woman from a few months ago? She has already become my experimental material.’"