Upon hearing Glen's request, the little maid wore an expression of great reluctance.

"Is there any issue?" Glen inquired.

"Mr. Glen, I'm afraid I don't know how to knit..." Tia said, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Should knitting be a compulsory skill for maids? It seems it should be. But no one has ever taught me. What should I do? ... She thought, a sense of profound unease welling up within her.

However, Glen smiled and waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry. I'll teach you shortly."

"Mr. Glen, you actually know how to do this?" Tia asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"No, I don't." Glen replied bluntly.

Tia was taken aback, her face freezing in a moment of disbelief. "Then... then..."

"Don't fret. It doesn't demand highly sophisticated skills. As long as it can hold things, it's merely a matter of crossing and piecing together the threads. It shouldn't be overly challenging, should it?"

Glen exuded an air of confidence.

Tia still harbored doubts about the feasibility, but for the time being, she had no other alternative.

So, when Ravel returned, he beheld a room strewn with wolf fur across the floor, and two individuals, both perspiring profusely, were engrossed in some activity.

"Mr. Glen, your wolf fur is incredibly stiff. It's extremely difficult to weave..."

"Put in a bit more effort. I'm certain you can manage it."

Ravel was consumed by curiosity and leaned in for a closer look.

Just then, Tia triumphantly held up an unsightly wolf fur blanket and exclaimed with a smile, "It's done!"

Glen took the wolf fur blanket, carefully wrapped his right hand, which he had been tightly clenching, within it, then swiftly withdrew his hand and sealed the opening.

Something inside the package was pushing and prodding, displaying remarkable vitality.

Ravel looked utterly bewildered. Pointing at the wriggling package, he asked tentatively, "What on earth are you two up to?"

Glen wiped the sweat from his brow and replied nonchalantly, "It's a rather valuable worm."

What kind of worm could be so restless? ... Ravel wondered, his curiosity piqued, yet he dared not inquire further.

Glen instructed Tia to clean the room and then turned to Ravel. "So, how did it go today? Did you manage to hire anyone?"

The young nobleman responded with a hint of pride in his voice, "Yes, I hired two individuals. They're both awaiting your meeting tomorrow."

"Two people..." Glen was reasonably satisfied. He motioned for Ravel to take a seat and then made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the day.

Just as the elf lady returned, the dishes were ready.

There were several plates of stir-fried meat and stir-fried vegetables, which were eaten with bread, a dining style to which everyone was accustomed.

Halfway through the meal, Ravel seemed to recall something and suddenly said to Glen, "A police officer with a thick beard came by today and said he was looking for you."

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It must be Sheriff Dogli... Glen swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "What did he say?"

"He merely asked me to convey that you should pay him a visit when you have the time. He didn't mention anything else..."

Ravel's words set Glen's mind to conjecturing.

Perhaps it's related to the matter he mentioned last time about some individuals arriving from above. Is he inviting me to discuss how to deal with the situation?

"That police officer with the beard must know you, right? Are you certain he didn't say anything more to you? Or that you didn't disclose anything to him?"

Glen suddenly smiled and questioned Ravel.

The young nobleman with curly hair shrank his neck and stammered, "It's nothing significant. I didn't think it was necessary to mention..."

Tia and Gotaya both cast curious glances, while the elf lady seemed more intent on observing the unfolding drama.

Glen chuckled softly. "You don't need to tell me. I can already surmise what happened. When he inquired about you, you likely embellished the things I've done for your family, didn't you?"

Ravel fell silent, his body trembling slightly.

How does he know? It feels as though nothing can be hidden from him! ... He thought, a sense of dread washing over him.

Observing Ravel's reaction, Glen was certain. "My dear young master, can't you use your wits and consider this: if those police officers were truly capable of dealing with me, would I leave you in this town without a care? Aren't you afraid that, in a fit of anger, I might eliminate your entire family?"

Tia and Gotaya were both horrified. The words were shockingly brutal.

Ravel's trembling intensified. The mere thought of such a scenario almost drove him to the brink of madness. And he knew that Glen was fully capable of such an act. "I'm sorry! I'll never dare to do it again!"

Seeing that his admonition had achieved the desired effect, Glen nodded.

For the remainder of the meal, everyone except Glen ate with a distracted mind.

After clearing the dishes, as Glen was about to ascend the stairs to engage in his studies, Tia called out to him. Glen immediately discerned the trepidation and indecision in her demeanor.

He simply said, "Rest assured, Tia. I was merely intimidating Ravel."

Upon hearing this, the little maid seemed to relax considerably. She smiled at Glen, curtsied gracefully, and then resumed her tasks.

Only Gotaya, who was preparing to retire for the night, softly asked, "Were you truly just scaring that little noble?"

Glen continued up the stairs. "It depends on the circumstances."

Gotaya didn't fully comprehend the meaning of his response but refrained from further questioning.

Another night passed, accompanied by the soft glow of the kerosene lamp.

The package containing the Fire Source Worm rested in the corner, occasionally giving a faint twitch.

So engrossed was Glen in his work that he only felt a slight trace of drowsiness.

However, despite his robust constitution, he eventually closed the book and took a brief nap during the late hours of the night.

The book contained numerous concepts that required practical application, but lacking the necessary conditions at present, Glen could only read and strive to understand.

He had already begun to contemplate cleaning the basement and transforming it into his personal laboratory.

Once he had the opportunity to put the contents of the book into practice, he would then seek out Daov to acquire the knowledge for the next stage of his studies.

...

In Dudd Town, at the police station.

As the first rays of the morning sun illuminated the sky, Sheriff Dogli arrived at work as usual. He pushed open the door of the police station, and at this early hour, almost all the officers who did not reside within the station had yet to arrive.

The officers who caught sight of him greeted him warmly and saluted.

Dogli responded with a smile.

He retrieved a cup from his storage room and brewed a steaming cup of Kokuqi.

This was a tea-like beverage renowned for its invigorating properties, a favorite of Dogli's.

He took a delicate sip and then pushed open the door to his office, only to be confronted by a stranger standing with his back to him.

The sheriff nearly spat out the drink in his mouth.

With some difficulty, he swallowed it and demanded, "Who are you!? How dare you enter my office without permission!?"

The individual, facing the window, slowly turned around at the sound of his voice.

It was a gaunt face, etched with deep wrinkles. The hairline receded high above, and the shiny forehead was particularly striking.

Yet, despite his unassuming appearance, this elderly gentleman instilled in Sheriff Dogli a profound sense of unease.

It was as if he exuded an aura of menace at all times.

"Sheriff Dogli, I've long been aware of your reputation. I am Hamoin, the chief officer of the kingdom's special law enforcement team in the Battersea District. It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance." The old gentleman introduced himself with a faint smile.

Upon hearing this title, Dogli's pupils involuntarily quivered for a moment.

The chief officer? Even a person of such high standing has been involved? What on earth is the origin of that giant worm?! This is going to be a challenging situation... A multitude of thoughts raced through his mind, yet he did not forget to respond:

"I see. It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Hamoin. Please forgive my earlier rudeness."

He stepped forward and pulled out a chair for the other person, his tone one of utmost respect.