Chapter 80: Ways to Make Money
Chapter 80: Ways to Make Money
The melodious wolf howl, mournful and lingering, eventually faded. By the time Lothar arrived, alerted by the commotion, Hans had already neatly donned the equipment he had taken off.
He picked up the bent arming sword from the ground, his face full of heartache. Although his quality had leaped to five-star, this arming sword, which had accompanied him to this world, had not been enhanced; it was still just an ordinary weapon.
"Don’t feel bad about it. I’ll have Marlus forge a good sword for you." Lothar approached the werewolf’s corpse, somewhat amazed at its massive size. He looked at Hans and asked, "You killed it?"
"Mm." An expression that was a complex mix of expecting praise and fearing blame appeared on Hans’s face.
’Still a child at heart,’ Lothar thought with a sigh, but his face showed a stern expression. "Next time, remember to notify me in advance. Don’t act rashly. Prioritize your own safety above all else."
Hans scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "My apologies, Milord. I was indeed a bit reckless this time. But I just wanted to figure out how the werewolves of this world fight. You know, I’m not a native-born member of the Two Sicilies Wolf Clan; I don’t have any knowledge of how werewolves are supposed to fight. Besides, transforming like this isn’t very convenient."
Lothar nodded. "Indeed, there are extenuating circumstances."
The Winged Hussars were one hundred percent loyal to Lothar. But his current subordinates were not all Winged Hussars.
Hans pointed to the black werewolf’s corpse and said with emotion, "This was a pitiful fellow. I heard his confession. During a full moon night, he couldn’t control his werewolf nature and killed his own wife and son. When he awoke, he found the scattered remains of his wife and child lying at his feet. One can imagine how agonizing that must have been. He tried to seek redemption in the Holy Land, but unfortunately, the Heavenly Father did not answer him. Before this infidel temple, he used the wrong gestures to ask for help, so naturally, he wouldn’t receive a response either."
"Indeed, a pitiful man." Lothar sighed. Werewolves eating humans was certainly detestable. But the werewolves of this world were also cursed individuals; many of their evil deeds were beyond their own control, which made them seem somewhat pitiable. However, pity was one thing; if he encountered another, he would still have to kill it.