"Don't you feel disgusted chatting so animatedly with a werewolf?"

The sudden discordant words shattered the harmonious atmosphere in an instant.

The hubbub at the scene died down. Glen and the few people he was conversing with turned their heads and saw Gabe, the white dragon-like creature, approaching with a cold sneer.

"Gabe, it's not often that we all get together. Don't cause any disruptions!"

A burly man with well-developed muscles in the crowd exclaimed.

"I'm not causing any trouble," Gabe retorted as it continued to approach, circling around Glen and sizing him up. "It's this fellow who's the troublemaker."

These words prompted some people to start whispering among themselves, speculating that Gabe was up to no good once again.

Finally, Gabe positioned itself directly in front of Glen and locked eyes with him.

The latter responded with a gaze reminiscent of one directed at a naive child, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smile.

This expression only served to further enrage Gabe.

It turned towards the crowd, with its back to Glen, and declared loudly, "I know everyone here wishes to enjoy this banquet to the fullest, and I am no exception. However, I simply cannot tolerate the presence of a lowly creature like a werewolf in this place!"

Upon uttering these words, the crowd was truly thrown into a state of commotion.

"A werewolf? That can't be right. That young lad seems so gentle and amicable."

"Moreover, why would Legira befriend a werewolf? That's not something she would do."

"Gabe doesn't seem to be lying. There might be some misunderstanding. I quite like that young man."

Tia pushed her way through the crowd, tugged at Glen, and cast a worried glance in his direction.

Glen gestured for her to remain in the crowd, indicating that he would handle the situation.

Naturally, the disturbance caught the attention of the Black Crow and his wife. Seeing Gabe's antics, Daof thumped his staff in anger and exclaimed, "This Gabe is still the same! He's a far cry from his elder brother! He's arrogant and thoughtless! I really don't understand why Redwit would allow him to come, knowing his character."

Legira, who was seated on the bed, also directed her gaze towards the commotion and sighed, "Redwit probably had no choice but to let Gabe come. He's always swamped with work, as we all know."

"Should I go and put a stop to this?" Daof inquired.

Legira first halted her husband, who was about to step forward. After lowering her head and pondering for a moment, she whispered something to Daof.

Meanwhile, Gabe continued to attempt to provoke Glen with its words.

"What's the matter, Mr. Werewolf? Aren't you going to offer an explanation? Are you planning to transform and attack us soon?"

Only after Gabe had finished speaking did Glen scratch his head and say, feigning innocence, "On what grounds do you claim that I'm a werewolf? Do you have any evidence?"

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Upon hearing this, the white dragon descendant flew into a rage. It roared, "Do you take me for a fool?! My perception clearly..."

Midway through, it suddenly stopped short. Its dragon's snout sniffed vigorously at Glen, and then it squinted its eyes, concentrating intently. Finally, it stammered, "How... how is this possible?! What have you done?!"

Glen continued to feign innocence. "What do you mean? I haven't understood a word you've said since just now."

"This... I..." Gabe was left flustered and at a loss.

At the sight of its reaction, the onlookers immediately began to sneer and jeer.

"So it turns out this fellow was just spouting nonsense. How utterly tiresome!"

"He probably has too much time on his hands and wants to put on a show for us, like a stage play."

"If it weren't for his elder brother, he would never have had the chance to get to know Mrs. Legira."

If Gabe were capable of blushing, it would likely have been as red as a beet all over by now. But the feeling of intense humiliation was all too real.

Baiyi, who was hiding among the crowd, covered his mouth and stomach, struggling to suppress his laughter. It was the first time he had witnessed such an amusing scene.

Mr. Glen is truly an intriguing individual, to have played that dragon descendant for a fool like this... he thought to himself.

These words of mockery were like sharp daggers, piercing Gabe to the core. Its mind was in a whirlwind, and it was on the verge of losing its temper.

Just as it was about to unleash its dragon's breath on the surroundings without a care, a voice came like a divine sound to its rescue.

"This is Legira's birthday party. What on earth are you two squabbling about?"

It was none other than Daof.

"Master Daof, it was Gabe who started this ruckus," the little treant jumped out and pointed at Gabe angrily.

Gabe immediately bared its fangs at the little treant, causing the latter to scurry behind Daof in fear.

"Care to explain yourself, Sir Gabe?" Daof asked in a commanding tone.

"I'm not causing trouble! I just can't fathom why Legira would invite a werewolf here. Such a creature has no place in an occasion like this!"

Gabe tried desperately to justify itself.

After listening, Daof nodded slowly. A lady in a long dress beside him interjected, "Master Daof, Gabe didn't have sufficient evidence to back up its claims just now. It's merely its one-sided account."

"My innate perception cannot be wrong!" Gabe roared angrily.

"Enough," Daof said calmly, and the entire venue fell silent, a testament to his prestige among these people.

"Do you have anything to say in response to Gabe's accusations, Mr. Glen?" He turned to Glen.

"All right, I was just having a bit of fun at Sir Gabe's expense earlier. I am indeed a werewolf."

Glen's words elicited exclamations of surprise from those who were unaware of the truth.

"He's actually a werewolf! It's completely indistinguishable."

"I've also had dealings with quite a few werewolves, but this young man doesn't possess that characteristic aura at all."

"I wonder what Legira's intentions are in doing this..."

They didn't seem to harbor any animosity towards Glen, knowing full well that his earlier words were a ruse aimed at Gabe.

Daof cleared his throat softly, and the scene fell silent once again. Only Gabe, with its round eyes fixed on Glen, gritted its teeth and said, "You mean to say you were playing me for a fool just now? Deliberately making me look ridiculous?"

"Yeah, you're not actually getting angry over this, are you? Are you really that petty?"

Glen's words left Gabe in a quandary, unsure whether to speak or remain silent, and it felt extremely uncomfortable.

You think you can match wits with me? ... Glen sneered inwardly.

"Daof, look! He's already admitted it! He's a werewolf and doesn't deserve to be here!"

Gabe finally turned to Daof.

However, Daof simply said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's not for you to decide who has the right to be here. As long as someone has received an invitation from Mrs. Legira, they are entitled to be present."

"But..."

"Enough," Daof interrupted Gabe. "I think I've seen enough. You actually have a personal prejudice against Mr. Glen, don't you?"

"I..." Gabe was taken aback, looking around as if trying to figure out how to respond.

But Daof continued, "Well, since there's an issue between you and Mr. Glen, let's resolve it in the simplest way. You two shall have a duel."

The entire venue fell silent, and then a few individuals who relished excitement or combat immediately cheered, clapping their hands and shouting, instantly enlivening the atmosphere.

"A duel?" Glen's interest was immediately piqued. "This sounds right up my alley."

Gabe also showed a hint of delight. Although comparing its one-sided thrashing of a filthy werewolf to a duel was somewhat demeaning to it, it was indeed eager to teach the other party a lesson.

It decided to overlook these unnecessary details.

Just as Glen was gearing up for the duel, Daof's voice suddenly echoed in his mind: Teach it a good lesson. This is also Mrs. Legira's wish. Don't worry about incurring her displeasure.