When Glen returned to his doorstep, he sniffed the air slightly and determined that the black crow had been here.

He took out the key from under a stone and opened the door of his house.

The things were all placed behind the door. He knew that the black crow might not have gone in, but just put down the things and left directly.

How simple it is to do things... With a sigh in his heart, Glen picked up the things and entered the house.

He had to figure out a way to keep the pork he got in the morning for a longer time. There was no refrigerator in this world, so he decided to use the traditional method, which was to smoke the meat.

It seemed that there was freezing magic in this world. He should find out about it if he had the chance, so that he wouldn't have to worry about food preservation... Glen's thoughts were wandering as he dealt with the things in the kitchen bit by bit.

...

Today, Leila experienced despair that she would never forget. She couldn't imagine how she would face life without her mother. Fortunately, by a stroke of luck, a kind gentleman saved her life.

"My child, you must thank that kind gentleman well. In such a world, there are few people like him." Mrs. Derry, Leila's mother, patted Leila's hand and said, "I'm sure you're a girl who knows how to repay kindness."

"OK, Mom. I'll ask about where Bayek Town is tomorrow. If possible, I'll ask my friends to go with me." Leila replied to her mother in a gentle voice.

"That's fine. Just pay attention to etiquette. It's better that your friends don't do anything that will make a bad impression."

"Don't worry, Mom. They are all very polite people."

While talking with her mother, Leila involuntarily recalled her impression of Glen in her mind.

He was a thin young man. He seemed to be not much older than herself. Compared with the people around him, he had a kind of special temperament. His eyes were always calm and composed, and his clothes were as simple as hers. It was such a person who always made her recall unconsciously.

She always felt that he was somewhat different. What was it exactly?... Just as Leila was gradually distracted, a word from her mother pulled her thoughts back.

"Maybe we should consider moving..."

There was tiredness on her mother's haggard face.

"Moving again?" Leila found it hard to accept. She had lived here for several years and knew many friends and neighbors. Moving meant separating from everything she knew well.

They had moved twice before, and each time they had to adapt to the new environment again. It was unfair for a fifteen-year-old girl.

"You know, too. Your father found us again. He almost killed me today. If it weren't for the police patrolling nearby, I don't know what would have happened." Mrs. Derry held Leila's hands with both hands, and there was love and pity in her eyes.

"I see, Mom..." Leila looked at her mother's face with lingering wounds and the love and pity in her eyes for herself. Clearly, her mother was the one who was injured. What was her own little grievance?

Stolen novel; please report.

...

It was very late when he came back yesterday, and he also dealt with the kitchen, so Glen didn't wake up until eleven o'clock in the morning.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the window on the second floor. Then he saw the neighbor old man coming back from the direction outside the town, holding a Rottweiler puppy.

This old man really liked dogs! Glen lay on the bedside and greeted the old man downstairs, "Good neighbor! Where did you buy that dog? It looks great!"

Suddenly hearing such a loud voice on the quiet street of Bayek Town, the old man was startled. He looked fiercely in the direction of the sound. Seeing that it was Glen, his expression froze, and then he snorted and ignored him.

Glen smiled and then retreated into the house to wash up.

Suddenly remembering something, he whistled out of the window. Immediately, a huge beast rushed out of the fog in the distance and quickly came to the side of Glen's house.

The beast squatted below, looking like it was waiting for orders quietly. There was a focused light in its slightly glowing eyes.

"Go and guard in the forest outside the town. If you meet a girl coming, protect her in the dark." Glen poked his head out and gave the order.

The beast seemed to straighten its body, as if saluting. One could almost imagine that if it could speak, it would blurt out: "Yes, Sir."

Then it dashed out of the town like the wind.

Today, Glen intended to renovate the interior furnishings of the house, especially the fireplace. Since it was enclosed, it was not suitable for smoking meat, so he had to make some modifications.

Glen had just started to break a corner of the brick - built fireplace when his sharp ears immediately detected an unusual sound coming from below.

He put down the tool hammer and gently tapped on the floorboard.

Dong, dong...

After some probing, he located the source of the strange noise. Although it was subtle, he had indeed found it.

Is there an empty space below? Glen's face registered surprise. The previous owner had made no mention of a basement or anything of the sort when introducing the house.

Driven by curiosity, Glen began searching the house for an entrance to the area below. He was reluctant to damage his own floor unless it was absolutely necessary.

With some effort, he discovered a trapdoor hidden beneath a large wooden cabinet in the utility room.

The trapdoor was wound with rusty chains, indicating that whoever had set them was extremely averse to anyone entering below.

However, this was no obstacle for Glen. With a slight exertion of his werewolf strength, he snapped the chains and opened the trapdoor.

A wooden staircase led downwards.

A musty, decaying smell wafted up from below. Glen, with his keen sense of smell, wrinkled his nose, but he did not flinch.

He fetched a kerosene lantern from the house, lit it, and then tiptoed down the wooden staircase through the trapdoor.

As his feet touched the ground, Glen surveyed the scene in the dim light of the lantern.

First, he saw countless rats scurrying and squeaking into the darkness. Then, there were several old bookshelves, the books on which had been gnawed to a state of disrepair.

On a rotten wooden round table, there were sundry items. Glass - like bottles and jars lay scattered beneath the table, all broken, with their contents spilled out.

Glen quietly explored this basement, making sounds of wonder from time to time. He had never imagined that there was such a place beneath his house.

He casually picked up a relatively intact book from the bookshelf and opened it.

"Holmorgan, what is the second substitute of... The seal of magic..." Glen struggled to read a passage. Finally, he closed the book and exclaimed, "Damn it! What the hell is this? It's completely incomprehensible!"

He put the book back on the bookshelf and rummaged through the items on the round table. They were all just drafts, containers, and such, nothing worthy of special attention. So, he continued to explore the basement.

Since the area was not large, he soon finished the exploration.

To Glen's great disappointment, there was hardly anything of value here.

However, he had just noticed another door and pinned his hopes on what lay behind it.

I hope there are some good things inside... Standing in front of the door, Glen took a deep breath.

The door was made of dark brown wood, adorned with ancient patterns. The doorframe was engraved with runes all around.

Right above the door was something resembling a clock. However, this object had only one pointer, and the dial was divided into five evenly - spaced regions, inscribed with strange characters.

At the moment, the pointer was pointing to the region directly above.

Glen turned the doorknob. With a click, the door slowly opened. What Glen didn't notice was that at the exact moment he opened the door, the character on the disk above that the pointer was indicating glowed faintly.