"Yes, the Cursed Demon Dragon Atokanstein, the most potent evolved being among the fallen and malevolent dragons, the erstwhile master of the Forbidden Island. I suspect the Blazing Fang might follow in its footsteps. Although success is nigh impossible, I categorically decline to involve myself," the red dragon declared with unwavering resolve.


    "You''re well - aware that success is unattainable. So, do you suppose that werewolf is more obtuse than you?" the demon inquired, its tone dripping with contempt.


    "Whom do you think you''re addressing!" The dragon erupted in a fit of rage, its maw ablaze with searing flames.


    "I''m merely stating a fact. Moreover, should you dare to initiate an attack here, I give you my word that the Abyssal Rift will drag you in forthwith," the demon retorted, unperturbed.


    It was laughable that this dragon remained oblivious to the fact that its destiny was already in the demon''s grasp.


    The dragon raised its head, stubbornly insisting, "Do not forget that I have the backing of the dragon clan."


    "Given your actions, it would be a marvel if the dragon clan were to offer you their protection," the demon scathingly exposed.


    This enraged the dragon to no end. It abruptly beat its wings and soared into the sky in an instant.


    Only its voice drifted down: "In any event, I have fulfilled my task. I shall not return the recompense you provided!"


    The demon refrained from employing any means to detain the dragon, for ever since the latter had ingested the item it had been given, everything had been under the demon''s control.


    I must report the situation to the lords... The demon remained motionless for a moment before vanishing without a trace.


    ...


    In Aniya''s manor, the ball continued unabated.


    During this time, guests arrived and departed in succession.


    Glen did not linger for long. Around three or four in the afternoon, he excused himself from the ball, citing urgent matters at home.


    Without the need for inquiry, he located the spot where the deer - drawn carriage was parked by scent. After untying the reins, he boarded the carriage and left the manor.


    Presumably due to the approaching winter, the air was chillier than usual at this time.


    Nonetheless, this was of little consequence to Glen. It was only upon observing the private soldiers rubbing their hands that he became aware of the change in the air.


    I ought to implement some cold - prevention measures on the farm. Some of the livestock were procured from other farms, and the seller informed me that they are highly sensitive to the cold... he mused, formulating plans in his mind.


    Suddenly, his nostrils detected a pungent, unfamiliar odor. Initially, Glen paid it little heed, as the decomposition of dead animal carcasses was a common occurrence in these parts.


    However, the stench soon intensified.


    What could be the cause? … Glen immediately turned his gaze in the direction of the odor''s origin.


    A white wolf''s head emerged from the bushes alongside the road, its blue eyes glinting with a human - like sheen.


    "You?" Glen tugged at the reins, bringing the deer - drawn carriage to a halt.


    The white wolf that materialized was the emaciated one he had encountered during the outing with Leaves and Mushroom.


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    It was this very white wolf that had presented Glen with a container encapsulating knowledge, enabling him to create the Magic Telephone.


    At present, the white wolf was in a significantly improved condition compared to the last time he had seen it, though it still appeared rather gaunt.


    Approximately four to five meters away from the deer - drawn carriage, it underwent a sudden transformation. The sound of bones and flesh rubbing filled the air as its body contorted, ultimately taking on the form of a werewolf with a physique comparable to that of an adult human.


    Glen''s eyes widened in astonishment. This turn of events was entirely unexpected.


    The half - werewolf transformed from the white wolf differed markedly from those transformed from humans.


    Not only was its stature considerably smaller, lacking the characteristic ferocity of werewolves, but certain areas of its skin, such as the chest and the inner sides of the arms, were devoid of hair.


    "You''re a werewolf too?" Glen alighted from the carriage and moved closer, exclaiming in wonder.


    The white werewolf seemed incapable of speech. It merely emitted a couple of whines, nodded, and made a peculiar gesture.


    Glen was perplexed by the gesture. Just as he was about to decipher it, a long - forgotten sensation surged within him.


    This was the feeling of forging a connection when NightRoar had submitted to him.


    It seemed to be a unilateral establishment. Without requiring Glen''s consent, he could already comprehend the white werewolf''s intentions.


    Upon understanding, he queried in surprise, "Are you saying that you desire my blood?"


    The white werewolf nodded, then emitted a few more whines, elucidating its reasons.


    "You claim that my bloodline is distinct from that of all other werewolves and can serve as a new source of sustenance for your master to survive? But why should I part with it? We are already even. That item was the recompense for my act of feeding you, and I owe you nothing," Glen crossed his arms, declining the request.


    In this world of magic, it is prudent not to readily bestow items related to oneself upon those of unknown provenance. One can never be certain if the other party might possess some arcane means to exert an influence on him through that tenuous connection.


    Upon hearing Glen''s response, the white werewolf astonishingly dropped to its knees, beseeching him.


    Glen furrowed his brow. The other party''s abject demeanor made him acutely uncomfortable.


    Ultimately, he devised a solution. He injected the wolf - toxin from his own body into the white werewolf and warned it that should it ever utilize his blood to act against him in the future, he would terminate it through the wolf - toxin infused within its body.


    After all, he possessed the strength. Even if the other party resorted to some arcane machinations, he was confident that a transformation beyond level seven would render him impervious to their schemes.


    Primarily, Glen perceived that the white werewolf''s supplication did not seem contrived. It appeared that he was the sole hope for saving the life of its so - called master.


    Surprisingly, the white werewolf seemed entirely unconcerned. It was as though obtaining Glen''s blood was a matter of greater import than its own life.


    "Very well, how much do you require? Do you have a container?" Glen inquired, resignation lacing his tone.


    The white werewolf cupped its paws in front of its maw. Amidst retching sounds, a curious vial, smeared with gastric fluid, landed on its wolf claws.


    Glen was overcome with revulsion. Suppressing the overpowering stench, he sliced open his palm and dripped blood laced with a portion of wolf - toxin into the vial.


    The white werewolf sealed the vial and promptly swallowed it once more.


    Subsequently, it made to depart forthwith. Glen hastily called out to it, asking, "How did you discern that I am a werewolf?"


    It should be noted that during their previous encounter, Glen had not transformed. Given the white wolf''s capabilities, it should not have been able to detect his true nature.


    The white werewolf emitted a couple of rapid whines. After offering an explanation, it reverted to its original form and fled into the distance.


    "Your master informed you?" Glen was taken aback.


    According to the information conveyed by the white wolf, its master had discerned Glen''s werewolf identity merely through the white wolf''s memories and was also aware that his bloodline differed from that of other werewolves.


    What manner of sorcery is this?! … He couldn''t help but be intrigued by the identity of the white wolf''s master.


    To be so perceptive regarding werewolves, perhaps the master is also connected to the werewolf lineage...


    With a plethora of speculations swirling in his mind, he re - boarded the deer - drawn carriage and made his way back to Bayek.


    At this moment, the white wolf, having obtained Glen''s blood, was in a state of intense exuberance. It raced headlong in the direction from whence it had come, heedless of all else.


    The master had declared that this blood could save their life, and so it surely could. All it needed to do was hasten, to be even swifter, and deliver the blood in its belly to the master without delay.


    Originally, as the master''s life force waned, it had resolved to starve itself to death alongside the master.


    However, after fainting from hunger, it had been completely beyond its control, lured by the scent of Glen''s barbecue and thus spared from death.


    Upon returning, the master had instructed it to offer something in return.


    Little did it anticipate that it would ultimately discover a means to extend the master''s life. This unexpected joy was overwhelming!