Ravel soon arrived at the pigsty. Gotaya, who had already started working, merely cast a glance at him and then went about her own business.

Ravel paid her no heed and eagerly went to lead the large deer.

Perhaps because it was familiar with the scent of the young nobleman, the large deer did not resist much.

After being led out, it quietly lowered its head to graze on the grass.

The young nobleman, not particularly strong, struggled to pull the cart frame.

He had previously seen Glen perform these tasks with ease and had not anticipated that it would be so arduous for himself.

However, he managed to move the cart frame behind the large deer's hindquarters.

Recalling the steps Glen had taken to assemble the cart frame, he successfully completed the task after some attempts.

Next came the task of driving the cart. When he jiggled the reins and the cart began to move slowly, an indescribable excitement appeared on Ravel's face.

At this moment, Glen was at home. He had already instructed NightRoar to hide in the shadows and protect the young nobleman during his journey to and from work.

With NightRoar's current strength, it should be able to avoid detection by ordinary people.

Moreover, it only needed to escort the young nobleman on the journey outside the town. As for the town itself, there were law enforcers, and the likelihood of an accident was minimal.

Glen had read one-third of the book and had gained a great deal of knowledge from it.

As he pondered, he managed to understand some of the difficult problems that would typically require explanation on his own.

The remaining questions were ones that he simply could not fathom.

Feeling that he had accumulated enough questions, he closed the book.

"I should go to the old man to get some answers. I wonder if he'll be willing..."

Glen murmured this softly, then suddenly shook his head. "He'll have to be willing whether he likes it or not."

With that, Glen carried the book downstairs, greeted Tia, and then opened the door and stepped outside.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw a resident emerging from the corner of another street. The person was tall and obese, with a prominent beer belly that his clothes could not conceal.

The moment the man saw Glen, a sinister expression instantly crossed his face, and a terrifying wave of malevolence rushed towards Glen.

However, upon sensing this, Glen sneered and immediately stepped forward, his arm transforming into a werewolf's arm as he swung it towards the man!

The latter did not dodge, believing that he could withstand the blow with his own strength.

Another arrogant fool... Glen thought the man was incredibly stupid.

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His transformed arm had been enhanced to the fifth level, while the man's strength was at most fourth level. He was simply foolish.

Bang——!

Sure enough, the fat man was slammed into the road surface, and blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain.

Glen stood beside the man, grabbed his neck, and his voice carried a deadly threat:

"You were one of the guys who told me to get out of town the day before yesterday, weren't you? I didn't go after each of you one by one, yet you still dare to provoke me?"

The fat man grasped Glen's wrist, trying to break free, and said in a rough voice, "You're too noisy! We hate noisy people! You should move out!"

"Too noisy?" Glen was taken aback, then continued,

"Of course, I know that making noise is uncivilized, but you need to understand that it was those three... Forget it, it's a waste of time talking to you about this."

After saying this, Glen punched the man in the stomach. The fat man immediately vomited up more blood, and the intense pain caused him to convulse.

Glen casually threw him aside and said, "This is a lesson. Considering we're neighbors, I'll spare your life. But next time..."

Just then, a strange, halting voice came from the side: "If you're worried about the mayor getting angry, you're worrying for nothing."

Glen looked at the blue-vested puppet that had appeared beside him in confusion. He hadn't noticed it approaching at all.

Glen wasn't surprised. His perception before transforming wasn't particularly outstanding, and besides, the puppet had deliberately hidden its scent and was an inanimate object.

"What do you mean?" Glen asked.

Parindus said emotionlessly, "The town isn't always peaceful. Occasionally, there are conflicts among the townspeople, and some even result in deaths. As long as it doesn't disrupt the balance of the town, there won't be any problems."

He had already seen that Glen had been hesitant to kill the townsman because he was worried about the unforeseen consequences.

Judging from the strength Glen had displayed the day before yesterday, Parindus knew that Glen wasn't actually afraid of causing trouble. He just wanted to live in peace in the town.

"Moreover, this guy is no good. There's no telling how many innocent lives he's taken."

The puppet looked at the fat man, who was glaring malevolently at Glen.

Glen nodded and smiled. "I'm not a killing person by nature. I really was going to let him go just now. But after hearing what you said, I have to kill him."

With that, Glen's claw suddenly stabbed forward. The fat man's eyes widened. The moment before, he had tried to use some kind of power to defend himself, but the claw still pierced through his right chest.

"You're quite different. Usually, when people gain power beyond that of most others, their hearts change, and they consider it natural to kill those weaker than themselves."

The blue-vested puppet still spoke without emotion.

"I have my principles. That's what my father taught me since I was a child." Glen turned his head and said.

He also added in his heart: My father from my previous life.

Parindus was slightly silent.

Then Glen suddenly asked, "Where's your sister?"

The puppet immediately showed a look of vigilance. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." Glen shrugged.

Parindus stared intently into Glen's eyes, as if trying to see into his heart.

Finally, seeing only nonchalance, it retracted its gaze and said, "She's sleeping."

"Please convey my thanks to her for what happened the day before yesterday." Glen's tone became sincere.

"That wasn't my decision!" the puppet exclaimed loudly.

"I know." Glen turned and walked towards the old man's house. "That's why I'm asking you to pass on the message."

Watching the strange werewolf walk away, Parindus' eyes were filled with an unreadable expression.

It looked at the body on the ground and left silently.

Glen yawned and gently knocked on the old man's door.

The old man soon opened the door and asked with a frown, "What is it?"

Glen waved the book in his hand and said, a hint of pride in his voice, "Old man, I've started learning magic now."

The old man looked Glen up and down in surprise and said, "You've already initiated elemental perception? Which mage helped you?"

"I'm not sure if my teacher wants to reveal his name, so..." Glen spread his hands.

The old man nodded. "Then what do you want from me? You didn't just come here to show off, did you?"

"Of course not." Glen shook his head. "I'm here to learn from you, Doctor of Magic Studies."

The old man understood immediately and shook his head. "I don't have time..."

"Old man." Glen interrupted him. "When you asked me for help last time, I agreed without hesitation. Although you paid me, you definitely got the better end of the deal. Don't think I'm easily deceived. I didn't ask too much only because we're neighbors. Can't you even do me this small favor?"

The old man fell silent. After a dozen seconds or so, he stepped aside and said, "Come in."