Dogli, clearly cognizant of the gravity of the situation, spoke with remarkable rapidity, "Very well! I shall dispatch a telegram forthwith!"


    Subsequently, the sound of someone rising from their seat emanated from the magician - powered telephone.


    Glen set aside the Magician - powered telephone in his hand and commenced deliberating on how to deal with this God of Truth.


    A sudden inspiration flashed through his mind, and he murmured, "Perhaps I should become a missionary myself and assist this Church of Truth in disseminating their doctrines..."


    The customers queuing to purchase meat continued to clamor. A diminutive figure struggled to push through the throng and, upon spotting Glen, hastened towards him without delay.


    Glen noticed someone approaching. Initially, he assumed it to be a child. However, upon casually casting a glance over his shoulder, his eyes widened in astonishment.


    For it was a miniature version of the puppet elder brother, the puppet named Parindus, who donned a blue vest.


    At this moment, the puppet was of a size comparable to that of a seven - or eight - year - old child, attired in children''s garb. A large hat obscured the majority of its visage, and without meticulous scrutiny, the peculiarity of its skin remained imperceptible.


    "Sir, I beseech you to render me a service," the shrunken Parindus entreated directly.


    Glen regarded the puppet with a curious expression. Having only assisted the Forest Will a few days prior, he now found another puppet seeking his help. Evidently, he was held in high esteem by many.


    "What manner of service?"


    "I have a premonition that my adversaries draw nigh. I require you to take my sister to safety while I lead those individuals astray."


    Parindus''s voice was scarcely audible, yet Glen heard it with perfect clarity.


    He recalled that the woman who had bestowed the moonstone upon him, the creator of these two puppets, had mentioned that they were being pursued.


    Now, this fact was being corroborated.


    Observing that Glen seemed to be in deep thought, Parindus was on the verge of offering remuneration.


    However, Glen spoke first, "There is no need for such complication. Merely lead me to them, and I shall eliminate them forthwith."


    Upon hearing this, the puppet was taken aback and promptly obstructed Glen, who was about to exit, exclaiming, "Wait!"


    Glen halted, his brows furrowed.


    Parindus then said, "I am aware that you are a fifth - level werewolf! However, I sense that among those approaching, there are individuals possessing at least sixth - level combat prowess! Do you comprehend the terrifying nature of sixth - level strength? It is power approaching that of our master! Sufficient to reduce this town to ashes in an instant! You would merely be courting death by going!


    "I know you are a friend of my sister, but you need not endanger your life on our behalf! Simply do as I suggest!"


    Subsequently, Parindus began to expound in detail upon the specific particulars of the plan. It had to be conceded that the plan was quite meticulous.


    Glen was rendered speechless by the solemn demeanor of the small puppet.


    "Who informed you that I possess merely fifth - level strength?"


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    Ultimately, he interrupted Parindus, who was in the midst of relating his plan.


    The puppet''s words faltered, and its eyes, which reflected a metallic sheen, seemed to betray a momentary stupor.


    "I witnessed you transform into a fifth - level werewolf with my own eyes. Wait, do you possess a powerful artifact? That is not without risk. My enemies possess a multitude of stratagems and may well have means to counter your artifact."


    Parindus seemed to have grasped the situation and disapproved of Glen engaging his enemies directly.


    "Enough. My power far exceeds that of a fifth - level being. Have no fear. All you need do is point out the targets to me."


    Glen''s voice resounded with unwavering confidence.


    This left Parindus thoroughly bewildered. Nevertheless, since the other party was so assured, he decided to place his trust in Glen this once.


    "Very well. In truth, those individuals are situated somewhere beyond Bayek. My unique ability enabled me to detect their presence. Evidently, they have no intention of concealing themselves. They should still be there at present, merely uncertain as to whether we are within the town and wary of Bayek''s eerie aura."


    Glen nodded. Given what the puppet had said, they should be relatively easy to locate.


    The man and the puppet promptly exited the store.


    ...


    Amidst the outer forest of Bayek, a middle - aged man attired in a resplendent robe stood upon a tree trunk, intently observing the individuals bustling about in the farm below, who appeared to be farm laborers.


    "Assassins, mercenaries, deserters, wilderness vagabonds, and even a multitude of elves. I am truly at a loss to understand how the individual who established this farm managed to assemble such a diverse group to perform the tasks typically undertaken by farmers," the middle - aged man muttered softly.


    With the acute hearing of the elves below, they ought to have been able to detect his words. Yet, not a single elf betrayed any sign of awareness of the middle - aged man''s presence.


    "I have conducted investigations into this place. The high - ranking officials of this kingdom seemingly are aware of its existence, yet they are exceedingly reticent about it. This is indeed intriguing."


    On the other side, there was another figure garbed in fine raiment. His style of dress mirrored that of the middle - aged man, yet his attire was not a robe but rather a form - fitting assassin''s outfit with a cinched waist and legs, facilitating ease of movement.


    "So what? Do you truly believe that a backwater such as this could harbor a being more powerful than ourselves?"


    The middle - aged man''s tone was replete with disdain for those of lower status.


    They had been scouring the globe for clues regarding the Witch Avisa and her minions. Regarding the witch herself, her methods were so arcane that even powerful seventh - level mages within the Fate Realm found it arduous to trace her whereabouts.


    The clue they had managed to obtain was only due to the witch''s own voluntary revelation, on a night of the full moon.


    Although they had failed to slay her, they had inflicted a grievous blow.


    The witch also possessed two extraordinarily powerful magically - created entities, which were their primary targets for elimination.


    Compared to the witch, these two creations should have been the most readily locatable. However, a century had elapsed, and despite their employment of every conceivable means, they had not unearthed even the slightest trace of them.


    It was as though they had vanished into oblivion.


    They unanimously surmised that these two creations had most likely been destroyed or dismantled by the witch as a means of replenishing her power.


    However, the device crafted a century ago to track these two creations suddenly registered a reaction and provided a coordinate.


    This left these individuals utterly astonished. Despite their misgivings, they dispatched two of their most formidable warriors to conduct an investigation, ensuring that no unforeseen circumstances would arise.


    "Should we seize those below for interrogation? There is an undeniable aura of the Frightening Puppet upon them."


    The assassin - like figure proffered a suggestion.


    However, the middle - aged man snorted in derision, "Is interrogation necessary? The target is plainly within the town. We shall simply level this town to the ground. How could we fail to find what we seek?"


    At this moment, the Forest Will, the sole entity aware of their presence, felt a strong urge to exclaim that these were truly audacious individuals.


    "You are quite right. So, what are we waiting for? Let these weaklings here experience the depths of despair."


    Scarcely had the assassin - like figure finished speaking when a fearsome aura assailed them with such speed that they had no time to react.


    The dense black smoke dissipated, revealing a fearsome werewolf attired in an extremely peculiar manner.


    "How could there be such a fearsome werewolf?" The middle - aged man vanished and reappeared in the distance, his voice betraying his alarm.


    But the next instant, he heard the werewolf thunder, "Do you desire salvation?"


    Both men''s eyes widened in unison. Having lived for an extended period, they were well - acquainted with the missionary incantations of the Church of Truth. Glen''s words immediately transported them back to the memory of that powerful church a century ago.