pertwk Chapter 105 Werewolves
Chapter 105 Werewolves
Chapter 105 Werewolves
Altair, watching the man and the black panther still staring at each other, reminded them, "Remember to dispose of the beaker and plate later."
After saying this, Altair left the laboratory.
Vera, realizing what had happened, looked at the cups and plates with disdain, then turned to look at Pansera again, her expression saying, "These things happened because of you, so you have a responsibility to clean them up."
Pansera ignored Vera's expectant gaze and instead performed a standard feline stretch, with her forelimbs extended, her buttocks raised, and her spine greatly extended.
After completing this series of actions, it shook its head and prepared to leave, its behavior as if to say, "I'm just a pet, only responsible for providing emotional value, not a maid. Cleaning should be your job."
Watching Pansera turn and leave, Vera closed her eyes, as if she had made a huge sacrifice, and said, "If you help me get rid of these things, I will—I will share my snacks with you for seven days."
Upon hearing this, Pansera stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Vera as if asking, "Really?"
Only after Vera nodded affirmatively did it pick up the contaminated plate and gesture for Vera to place the beaker on top.
Not long after, Altair, who was strolling in the garden, saw Pansera carrying a plate with a beaker on it, gradually walking towards the edge of the manor. Vera followed closely behind and said, "Pansera, remember to throw these things out of the manor through the gaps in the fence. Don't dig a hole and bury them."
Seeing this, Altair couldn't help but ask Vera, "Didn't Pansera just take a potion? How can it have such strong intelligence? How did you get it to throw things for you?"
"Of course, it cost me my food reserves," Vera explained with a sigh, looking as if she had suffered some great injustice. After saying that, she walked up to Altair, took her hand, and said in a coquettish tone, "Count Altair, Pansera really eats a lot. Do you think we should increase its food budget and buy it more snacks or something?"
Altair remained unmoved by Vera's coquettish behavior. After withdrawing his arm, he rubbed her delicate face with his fingers and teased, "I remember you applied for 30 gold pounds for Pansera's snack allowance every week, but you only actually spent 15 gold pounds. What happened to the rest? Did you cut Pansera's snack allowance?"
After hearing Altair's teasing, Vera couldn't help but smile, making her face look even rounder.
After making the joke, Altair left to admire the flowers that were gradually blooming on his own.
Vera's little tricks were known not only to Altair, her master, but also to Hahn, Eileen, and everyone else, but no one said anything about it.
Of course, the main reason is that the little girl did not go astray; she was just a little greedy and kind. She cut Pansela's food allowance and used most of it to buy black bread, which she then gave to beggars on the street.
Fortunately, she delivered the black bread under the Sheffield family's name. Had she done so in her own name, she would have received at the very least a scolding, and the worst possible punishment would have been unimaginable.
Reducing pet food expenses and using it for charity are methods that people can come up with.
Although Altair and the others didn't want to get involved, Pansera, who had just returned and overheard the entire conversation, bared her teeth at Vera and made a low "woof-ha" sound as if warning her, "If you dare to do that again, I'll definitely bite you to death."
March 30, 1347, 3 PM
In Backlund, East End, under the bright red moon, two carriages slowly make their way to Queen Backlund on an unnamed street.
Alter, sitting in the lead vehicle, was pondering the difficulty of acquiring extraordinary traits.
"She had just attended Mr. A's extraordinary party and chose to leave immediately after the transaction was completed."
"The only problem is that no high-level, extraordinary materials appeared at the gathering. Sequence 7 was already the limit, even for A..."
The gentleman accepted the commission to kill on the spot, and through this channel, she could only obtain the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Six.
"Of course, Mr. A also hinted that if Altair was willing to pay double the normal price, he would still be willing to hunt down Sequence 5s on a large scale."
"But Altair did not agree. She is not in a hurry to acquire it. She is just taking a chance and making a move as soon as possible."
"Furthermore, Mr. A does sometimes sell Sequence 5 Extraordinary traits, but at most once a month, and sometimes he won't sell them for two or three months."
"And what puzzled Altair the most was that the extraordinary traits of the pathways belonging to the seven great gods were all rare commodities for Mr. A. The highest-priced acquisition was a Sequence Six Scholar from a Reader," while most of the time, it was traits like Sequence Nine or Eight from various pathways.
While Altair was still pondering, Simon, who was driving the carriage, slowly brought it to a stop and looked helplessly at the three tall figures in the distance.
Upon sensing the carriage stop, Altair looked towards the front of the carriage with a puzzled expression and asked, "Simon, are we home already?"
"No, Count Altair," Simon replied respectfully after being asked, explaining, "There's someone blocking the way."
Upon hearing Simon's words, Altair curiously pulled back the car curtain and looked out, only to find three tall, humanoid giant wolves running towards them in the distance.
Altair smiled and said, "Keep one alive, and smash the other two to pieces."
After receiving the order, Simon looked at his teammates who had rushed over and gestured to them, "You guys deal with the two smaller ones, I'll take care of the big one."
After saying that, Simon activated his Dawn Armor. Once a faint yellow light condensed on his body, he charged towards the largest werewolf.
Instead of using weapons, he charged straight at the werewolf covered in black fur, sending it flying.
And taking advantage of the stiffness and lack of leverage during the flight, the attacker reached out and grabbed the man's upper jaw, giving him a roughly 120-degree spin before slamming him into a nearby stone pillar.
Perhaps fearing he still had energy left, Simon quickly stepped forward and began punching and kicking the werewolf's limbs repeatedly. As Simon's blows grew stronger, cracks appeared on the stone pillar behind the werewolf and continued to extend. Altair looked out the car window at Simon, who was venting his anger, and couldn't help but gasp. Even if the werewolf had been careless at the beginning, he wouldn't have defeated him in one move. Moreover, was this a path suppression or a sequence suppression?
Sequence Six hitting Sequence Seven is like a father hitting his son, and the son is powerless to fight back.
Not long after, Simon dragged the half-dead man back to the carriage and respectfully said to Altair, "Count Altair, of those who attacked us, only one was a werewolf with a Sequence Seven Aberration; the other two were ordinary people infected with wolf venom."
"I understand." Altair said in a flat tone, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. "Remember to send someone to notify the Church of the Night to handle this matter: two ordinary people turned into werewolves."
"Bring this extraordinary individual from another pathway back to the manor and imprison him temporarily. Keep a close eye on him and don't let him die; he's still useful for now."