How on earth could he be in Nairus'' carriage?! Could it be!… In an instant, tens of thousands of dreadful thoughts flashed through the purple - eyed man''s mind, on the verge of shattering his rationality.


    At this moment, the little girl, oblivious to her father''s extreme reaction, merely said, "Daddy, you''ll scare him. First, let Jasmine bring him down, and then we can carry my luggage. This gentleman seems to be inebriated. It would be perilous to leave him out here alone."


    "My dear little sweetheart, why is he in your carriage?!" the purple - eyed man inquired, his voice quivering. He was already primed to engage in a life - and - death struggle with this werewolf.


    "Do you know him, Daddy? I saw him slumbering in that small cart at the fork in the road outside. It was extremely dangerous, so I asked Jasmine to bring this gentleman into my carriage. Daddy, did I do something amiss?" the little girl queried, her eyes brimming with innocence.


    Of course it''s amiss! How could you allow a stranger to approach you so casually?! My dear little sweetheart, this is exceedingly dangerous! It''s all that wretched woman''s fault! Teaching you to be so benevolent!… Having cursed someone countless times in his heart, the purple - eyed man was about to explain things gently to his daughter.


    However, Glen in the carriage had already yawned, rubbed his head, and sat up. He surveyed the surroundings, a bit bewildered. Soon, he recollected the sounds he had heard before slipping into a deep slumber and more or less surmised where he was.


    "It''s you? Why are you staring at me like that?" Glen asked, perplexed, as he gazed at the purple - eyed man outside the carriage, whose eyes were fixed on him with an extraordinarily complex expression.


    Before the other could respond, a somewhat familiar, delicate female voice chimed in, "Oh! You''re awake! It''s all my father''s fault for disturbing you. But never drive like that again. It''s very dangerous!"


    Glen rose to his feet, shouldered past the purple - eyed man, and beheld the little girl seated in the wheelchair. She waved sweetly at him.


    "What a charming and kind - hearted child! I''m truly indebted to you for your assistance! I''ll bear your words in mind! I''ll definitely never drive while intoxicated again!" Glen said, half - crouching in front of the girl, making a sincere pledge.


    The girl was evidently overjoyed. She extended her pallid little hand and patted Glen''s shoulder, feigning an adult demeanor. "Very good, very good. I trust you."


    "Do you reside here? If so, then we''re neighbors. I''m Glen. What''s your name, this lovely lass?"


    "I''m Nairus. That''s my father, Angelfino. I prefer his other moniker, Purple Demon," the little girl said, pointing at the purple - eyed man behind Glen, whose face had already begun to contort.


    Glen turned around and muttered softly, "What makes you so special?" Simultaneously, he thought to himself: What on earth makes you worthy of such an angel - like daughter?


    Purple Demon''s eyes seemed on the verge of popping out. "What do you mean by that? And, little sweetheart, Purple Demon isn''t my name. It''s a nickname!"


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    "Isn''t a nickname also a name?" Nairus blinked.


    "Of course it is," Glen concurred.


    "See, Mr. Glen concurs with me!" Nairus exclaimed delightedly.


    At this moment, Purple Demon was consumed by jealousy. He yearned to strangle Glen on the spot, yet he knew he was powerless to do so.


    Finally, after Glen and Nairus conversed for a while, Glen took his leave, affording Purple Demon an opportunity to be alone with his daughter.


    Nairus watched Glen enter the house and said to her father, "Daddy, that neighbor is so amusing! He knows so many things I''m ignorant of!"


    Upon hearing this, Purple Demon retorted sourly, "What he knows is trivial. I know far more!"


    "Truly?!" Nairus'' eyes sparkled with admiration.


    Just as Purple Demon was relishing this feeling, his daughter immediately inquired, "Then, Daddy, do you know why the moon is sometimes full and sometimes crescent - shaped? Also, why do some birds migrate to different locales in different seasons? Oh, and Mr. Glen just asked me how vast the sun is. I said it''s as large as a house, but he said it''s larger than our entire world! Do you know why?…"


    "Let''s hasten inside and partake in the party I prepared for you. We can discuss these queries later!" Purple Demon said, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, hastily diverting his daughter''s attention. He felt his head spinning upon hearing these questions and had evidently overestimated his knowledge. He also wondered how that werewolf had come to know such esoteric bits of knowledge.


    ...


    These days, snow had been falling incessantly, yet Glen''s farm was abuzz with activity. Because the snow was descending so persistently, if not cleared within an hour, it might accumulate on the roads, forming a white quagmire that impeded walking.


    Consequently, many workers were occupied with snow - clearing throughout the day. Fortunately, they were no ordinary individuals, and this frigid weather posed little hindrance to them.


    Especially those elves, upon learning that Glen had become the protector of their tribe, exerted themselves even more assiduously. Watching them scurrying about in the snow and rain in light apparel, the human employees were filled with extreme envy.


    Regrettably, the forest - elf priest averred that this cold - resistance blessing was effective only on elves of the same clan. Otherwise, they too could dispense with their bulky warm - keeping sweaters.


    Nevertheless, some individuals with robust physiques could also endure the cold without such a blessing. They could work bare - chested and even perspire in such weather. These were all level - two warriors, and it was not uncommon for them to do so.


    Within a specially - constructed large shed, a plump figure emerged slowly. It was the strange - beast larva that Glen had adopted and that NightRoar was overseeing.


    By now, it had grown to a length of ten meters, with some dark downy hairs emerging on its body, looking much more mature. First, it stretched its colossal body, opened its oral apparatus, as if yawning.


    Subsequently, the strange - beast larva wriggled and crawled towards a thick snowdrift nearby, rolling about comfortably and emitting a soft cooing sound akin to that of a babe.


    Adjacent to it was another shed that the workers had erected for NightRoar. Although Glen had not requested it, as his first pet, the workers naturally treated it with great care.


    NightRoar was half - lying outside the shed, dozing. Hearing a commotion in front, it pricked up one ear, half - opened its single eye, cast a glance at the larva, and then resumed its slumber.


    Moments later, however, NightRoar pricked up both ears. It had heard Glen''s command. The large dog suddenly sprang to its feet, let out a resounding howl at the workers who were toiling, and then swiftly rushed to the larva. Opening its massive maw, it clamped down on the larva''s tail and dragged it into its shed.


    The poor larva had not had its fill of play and whined piteously. But after NightRoar confined it in the shed and issued a warning growl, the larva dared not utter another sound.


    "It wants us to conceal ourselves," an elf who had grasped the meaning of NightRoar''s barking just now elucidated to the others.


    The employees immediately comprehended and sprang into action with alacrity. The elves promptly vanished into the forest.