Hello, Mr Werewolf.

Chapter 24: Visit

Who is the old Wolf King? It sounds like she is the leader of a certain group of werewolves. Does she mean that this Wolf King is forbidding me to sell pork? Is she that arrogant? Glenn, distracted, forgot what to say and was a little dazed for a moment.

Not Normal Miss noticed the other person's distraction and spoke with a slight smile, drawing the other person's thoughts back to herself. What do you think? Mr Wolf, are you afraid? You don't think that just because you've gained this power, you're arrogant enough to think that no one can defeat you, do you? This old Wolf King is very frightening. You wouldn't stand a chance against him.

Glenn looked at the expression on the other person's face, who was expecting a good show, and said impatiently, 'Do you want to buy it or not?

'Huh? Miss Irregularity was once again taken aback and then showed an angry expression, 'Are you mocking me?

Glenn rolled his eyes, 'What am I mocking you for? Hurry up, if you want to buy it, buy it, if not, get out of my way and don't interfere with my business.

Miss Unusual was so annoyed by Glenn's impatience that she laughed. What was this wild wolf's status? And what was her own status? Originally, she had just thought it was a bit novel to see a wolf doing business in a human settlement, so she had come over to tease him a bit, to pass the time. Why else would she be interested in such a lowly species? And just now, the other party had repeatedly played without rules, making her feel like a fool.

Filthy lowlife! Do you know who I am? Her pupils turned from black to bright red, and a terrible, murderous aura suddenly enveloped Glenn.

However, Glenn was unmoved by this murderous intent. He also mimicked the actions of the lady who had just been abnormal, resting his arms on the counter and leaning forward to lock eyes with the other person's red pupils at close range. His voice was sonorous and powerful, each word spoken with great emphasis: 'Give it to me, get out of the way!

The tone of the last word became deep and demonic, putting the other party under great pressure.

'You!' Miss Unusual's chest heaved with anger and she grabbed the wooden support bar with one hand, her fingernails piercing through her gloves and making a squeaking noise.

She was furious. In the old days, werewolves of this level would have had their wills destroyed by the murderous aura she unleashed, leaving them to kneel on the ground and tremble.

But the man in front of her was not only unaffected, he even dared to contradict her?

Just when Glenn thought the other person was going to do something, this abnormal lady took a deep breath and then swept away the anger she had just shown and smiled again, "Mr Wolfman, what's your name?

I thought you were going to start a fight,' Glenn rolled his eyes, 'My name is Glenn, my full name is Glenn Nybakr, if you don't like it you can come and find me.

The abnormal lady almost got angry again, 'Fight? I'm not one of your vulgar, inferior creatures.

Then she repeated Glenn's name quietly, 'OK, I remember, Mr Glenn, we will meet again.

With that she turned to leave, but Glenn frowned and said hastily, 'Aren't you going to tell me your name? That's very rude!

Who are you calling rude?" Miss Irregular broke through the barrier again.

'So what's your name?

'Murphy! Murphy Elton!'

Glenn repeated the name too, 'Well, it's easy to remember.

'Anything else, Mr Wolfman?' Murphy asked, her tone cold.

Glenn, on the other hand, looked Murphy up and down without any sense of shame, making the young lady almost unable to contain her anger before she said, 'You're a vampire?

She asked in a low voice in case the people passing by in the distance could hear.

Murphy looked stiffly at Glenn, her tone equally stiff, "You haven't determined my race yet?

Glenn nodded.

Murphy covered her face very ungracefully, an action she hated to do, but she really couldn't help it at this moment. 'As a race that opposes us bloodsuckers, you are a total failure!

'Really a vampire...' Glenn said thoughtfully, 'So what are you doing here, here to catch food?

After asking, Glenn was ready to strike, if the other party's answer was yes, he would just take this vampire down.

Who told you that our bloodsucking race has to drink human blood?

Who knows, but Murphy asked in return, then looked disdainfully at the passing civilians, 'These humans, they don't like to bathe, they're filthy. Oh dear, including some so-called nobles, not washing is fine, but they also use even more pungent perfumes to cover the smell of sweat on their bodies, it's absolutely disgusting! I'd rather die than bite those guys!

Noble and elegant blood like me only drink from creatures that have magic and are clean, they're worthy of my status.

After hearing these words, Glenn relaxed a bit, and even though she did not say her true intentions, he replied, "Yes, yes, I also feel that our lowly and dirty race is not worthy of your noble status. Go find those who are.

Murphy lifted the corners of his mouth and snorted lightly, 'You have good taste and self-awareness.

When he was finished, he straightened his fine hat and walked into the crowd with his head held high.

He watched as the other party disappeared, leaving only the distinctive smell behind. Glenn muttered, "This city doesn't seem as peaceful as it looks...

The hustle and bustle of people came and went as evening approached.

Glenn still hadn't sold all the black pigs he'd brought with him, and looking at the few civilians on the street, he decided to close up shop for the day.

The total income this time was just over a thousand copper coins, less than half the last time, and he had to dispose of the remaining meat himself.

After collecting the rubbish in a sack, Glenn closed his eyes and sniffed the air for a familiar smell.

After a few seconds he opened his eyes and whispered, "I found it.

Having located the source, Glenn led the cart towards the target.

...

Bonnie, come down and get something to eat. Really, you can't go on like this, I'm worried about you.

In a modest two-storey house, a middle-aged woman stands by the stairs and looks worriedly up to the second floor.

I have no appetite, Mum. I just want to be left alone,' comes a listless voice from the second floor, clearly that of a young girl.

But if you don't eat, you'll get sick.

I'll come down when I'm hungry. Don't worry, Mum, you eat first.

But... OK...' Finally, the middle-aged woman bowed her head, and the lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen a little.

She looked at the rye bread and stewed bean soup on the table, but she didn't feel like eating, and she just sat there, dazed, wondering what she was thinking about.

Knock, knock.

Two knocks on the door interrupted the middle-aged woman's thoughts. She stood up quickly and opened the door, wondering who it could be. It must be her daughter's friends, as they usually came to visit.

As the door creaked open, a strange young man appeared outside, making the middle-aged woman unconsciously wary.

Hello, madam, I'm Bonnie's friend. I heard she hadn't been feeling well lately, so I came to pay her a visit. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.'

Glenn spoke first, greeting her clearly.