Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 27: An enemy?

I seem to remember you're wanted too, aren't you? Fallen black magician,' Murphy replied.

'So what? You want to die with me? Fine, I'm on the run every day anyway, and being reported by you is just more trouble. But even if you escape the hunt, you will be just like me, saying goodbye to a comfortable life and living in fear every day. How nice, heh heh...' The middle-aged man finally laughed twice, dryly and without a smile.

After standing there for a long time, Murphy finally gave in. She took a small, exquisite bottle from somewhere and threw it at the middle-aged man, 'This is what you wanted! Despicable human!

The middle-aged man grabbed the bottle with one hand, opened it and looked at it closely with his eyes closed, then sniffed it. Only then did he show a satisfied expression.

He took out a piece of rolled parchment, placed it on the table, got up and left the tavern without saying a word.

Murphy's chest heaved and her anger didn't subside for long. She snapped her fingers and the parchment on the table fell into her hands. She glanced at it, then left the pub.

As night fell, Murphy transformed into a group of bats and flew into the sky.

Her mutterings could be heard from the group of bats: "Damn werewolves! b****y wizards! You all bully me, you should all die! Die!'

...

Bayek, early morning.

Just after breakfast, there was a knock at the door of Glenn's house. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the old man.

I would like to ask you to go somewhere with me, and I can pay you,' the old man said without expression.

Glenn raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.

Apart from feeding the pigs, there didn't seem to be anything else to do today, so he could go and see... Having made up his mind, Glenn nodded, "Okay, how much can you pay?

Three silver coins," the old man said expressionless.

That's 300 copper coins. The old man really is quite rich... Glenn agreed immediately, 'When do we leave?

Wait for me outside of town," the old man said, then turned and walked back to his house.

Glenn shrugged his shoulders, tidied up the house and then headed straight for the outskirts of town.

When he reached the edge of town, he sat down on a rock and whistled.

A moment later, the beast ran out of the woods and stopped in front of Glenn.

I have to go out for a while, so don't forget to get some pigweed for the pigs. I'll be back soon,' Glenn said, stroking the beast's chest.

Huh? The beast's one eye widened slightly, meaning: 'You want me to catch some pigweed?

'Yeah, why not?' Glenn smiled sinisterly.

The beast lowered its head helplessly to indicate that it was all right.

I'm doing this for your own good. Normally you just sleep or eat, but now that you've put on weight, it's time to get some exercise,' Glenn said, patting its head reassuringly.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from afar and Glenn knew the old man had arrived.

But when Glenn saw the other person, he was taken aback.

The old man was carrying two shotguns, a rucksack of some unknown kind of leather on his back, dressed in the usual hunter's clothing, and with a stocky build, he was full of dominance!

Do I need to bring anything? Glenn looked at the other man and then at himself, all alone and with nothing but a simple set of clothes.

The old man had just left town and was the first to notice the huge beast. His eyes lit up and he said, 'Good dog!

This old man... Glenn was speechless.

The old man suddenly turned to Glenn and asked, 'Is this your dog?

Glenn nodded in acknowledgement.

A flash of envy seemed to cross the old man's eyes as he asked again, 'What's his name?

'Huh? Um... well...' Glenn was at a loss for words. He had not given the beast a name, and he usually did not use names; he gave direct orders. Should he make one up on the spot?

Seeing Glenn's reaction, the old man was actually a little sad. He clenched his fists and suggested, 'Why don't I help you choose one?

Sure,' Glenn agreed without thinking.

The old man circled the beast and looked at it, while the beast did not dare to move without Glenn's command.

Perhaps... we can call it Night Roar?

The old man, who had circled twice, said suddenly.

'Night Roar...' Glenn whispered the name twice, clapped his hands and said, 'That's it! It'll be Night Roar.

He said to the beast, "Remember, from now on your name is Night Roar, got it?

The beast, Night Roar, also seemed very pleased, as excitement flashed in its one eye, and it showed its jagged teeth and let out a whining sound.

After giving Night Roar a few more instructions, Glenn left with the old man.

The two men walked in silence until they reached a yellow dirt track where a wagon was waiting.

It was one of the most basic types of carriage, with a horse pulling a wooden frame with two wheels.

The coachman was a short, stocky man who had been grooming the horse. When he saw Glenn and the old man approaching, he gave them a strange look and said, 'You're together?

One was heavily armed, while the other looked like he was going on a spring hike. They didn't look like they were travelling together at all.

Don't ask questions, just do as you're told,' the old man said in a cold, piercing voice that instantly silenced the stableboy.

Glenn followed the old man to the carriage and sat down. Only then did he ask, "Where are we going? What are we doing?

To kill someone," the old man replied simply.

The groom, who was preparing to drive the horse, flinched and looked back at them furtively.

'An enemy?

'Yes.'

Glenn nodded, not saying another word, just the sound of the carriage moving and the driver shouting.

...

In an inconspicuous and hidden spot on the road between Bayek and Duder, a group of people in knightly armour lay in wait.

A figure smaller than the other knights in armour trotted towards Bayek from a distance.

Barber, crouched in the grass, narrowed his eyes and stood up straight.

The figure that had been trotting across the distance saw Barbel and came up to him, whispering something. Barbel cursed when he heard it, then told the others in the ambush to get up.

Go to Dud, we'll rest there and come back in the evening,' Barbel ordered, and all his men answered in unison.

...

The wagon bumped along the road, travelling from dawn to dusk.

Glenn had originally thought that the place they were going to was not far away, and that they could at least finish and return home before dark, but it was now clear that this was not the case.

How much further is it? This trip doesn't look like it's going to be short. Glenn put his hand to his chin and felt like his bum was about to split.

No doubt about it, you have to be prepared for a long journey and the destination will most likely not be waiting for us,' the old man said without looking up as he kept his eyes on a worn map.

Then you'll have to pay for any food and lodging you get along the way,' Glenn said, shifting into a more comfortable position.

He now suspected that the journey would cost more than three silver coins and that he might have to consider raising the price.

Of course.

At that moment, the coach slowed to a stop. Glenn thought the coachman was going to feed the horses again, as he had done the last two times they stopped, but the coachman said:

'Here we are, gentlemen.