After figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, Zuo Si took a deep breath, lowered his rising blood pressure a little, raised his head and stared into Alena's eyes: "Do you have anything else you want to explain?"

"No. I admit that I overreacted at the time, but these guys were not innocent either."

Alena did not try to argue and admitted her mistake openly.

After all, she had promised to only drink and not cause trouble.

But unfortunately, as a person who is used to doing whatever he wants, it is not easy to stay calm when drunk.

What's more, this impulsive and irritable character comes from the nature of the warlock's blood and cannot be changed at all.

"Very good! Since you admit that you made a mistake, you must be ready to accept punishment, right?" Zuo Si continued to ask.

It was obvious that he intended to use this incident to establish his own authority directly, in order to ensure that this troublesome follower would obey orders seriously in the future, instead of causing a big mess just one morning after leaving, as he did now.

Although, strictly speaking, a fight in a tavern is no big deal.

Many adventurers and mercenaries will wave their fists to defend their dignity and honor when provoked.

But the problem is that Zuo Si himself hated this kind of meaningless venting of violence.

In his view, the meaning of fighting is either to defend oneself from the enemy's attacks or to completely destroy the opponent once and for all.

But what about tavern fights?

Usually, you just beat someone until he or she has no strength to fight back and then stop, which is a waste of time and energy.

If one day Zuo Si was forced to fight with others in a tavern, then within half a minute at most, all the opponents would become lifeless corpses.

Fighting means killing! Fighting means death! This is the concept that the great wizard Asta repeatedly emphasized and instilled in him when he was in the tower of the floating city, and it deeply influenced and reshaped his behavior.

"Oh - whatever. You are the master after all." Alena sighed helplessly, and put on a look of letting others do whatever they want. "What kind of punishment do I need to accept?"

"It's simple! From now on, you are prohibited from touching any alcoholic beverages! Until you show enough self-control to ensure that such a situation will not happen again."

Zuo Si thought about it for a few seconds and quickly announced his decision.

He felt that the culprit of today's incident, apart from those lustful sailors lying on the ground wailing, was alcohol, which could make people lose self-control.

If it weren't for the effect of alcohol on the brain, the situation would definitely not have developed to the point where it almost demolished the entire hotel.

When Alena heard about the ban on alcohol, she immediately showed an expression of pain and despair.

But in the end, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay! I accept! But what should we do with these sailors who took the initiative to cause trouble? They should at least bear more than half of the responsibility."

"Don't worry! These sailors will pay for their actions. Yelnia! Go find Chief Aipke and ask him to notify the owner of the merchant ship these sailors belong to to pay the ransom. If the innkeeper does not receive enough compensation within two hours, then they will all be thrown into the sewer to feed the rats."

Zuo Si gave direct orders to the shadow assassin hiding in his own shadow.

From beginning to end, he ignored the sailors who were horny and ended up being knocked to the ground.

They don't even care whether these guys will be disabled or die from their injuries.

Because they deserve it and don't deserve any sympathy at all.

In this way, Zuo Si quickly dealt with the riot in the inn in a cold and decisive manner.

Afterwards, he took his men to another inn a few streets away to eat something and at the same time canceled the summons of the leopard, intending to upgrade this creature card before leaving.

He then rented a few carriages, took Alena, the little werewolves and several sturdy iron cages, and headed straight for the open wilderness outside the city walls.

As for the soldiers and the half-orc Rhett, they were left behind to deal with the aftermath.

After about four hours of preparation, the preparations for the entire magic ceremony were finally completed near dusk.

After checking and confirming that there were no mistakes, Zuo Si then instructed the little wolves who were waiting on the side: "Go to the cages now before the sun sets. When the moon comes out, you will start to lose control of the beast in your hearts."

"Master, can this magic ritual really keep us sane on a full moon night?" Fangs asked in an uncertain tone.

As a natural werewolf who inherited lycanthropy from her parents, as she grows older, she can increasingly feel the sharp conflict between her reason and animality.

Especially at night, he often can't help but transform into a half-human, half-wolf, or a full wolf, wanting to chase, bite and kill prey, craving the taste of blood.

If she could get rid of this trouble and torture and completely control the transformation by her subjective consciousness, the girl would be willing to pay any price.

Zuo Si answered confidently, "Of course! I spent thousands of gold coins, first buying research notes from the druid shapeshifter, and then purchasing many materials, spell scrolls, and potions needed for the ritual. After tonight, you and your people will be free from the troubles of lycanthropy forever."

"Thank you for all you have done! We swear in the name of the clan! We will always be loyal to you! We will serve you! If anyone dares to betray us! Let him be torn to pieces by the fangs of the wolf pack!"

The werewolf girl knelt on one knee, her expression serious and earnest.

The little werewolves behind her also knelt down.

Different from the previous relationship of "slave" and "master", this is a kind of recognition and loyalty that comes from the heart and has a strong binding force.

Because in Faerun, a world filled with magical powers and gods, if someone solemnly swears an oath but deliberately fails to abide by it, there is a high probability that they will be cursed.

"I accept your allegiance. But if you want to serve me, you still need time to grow and learn a lot."

After saying that, Zuo Si reached out and touched the girl's thick, lush black hair.

After eating full meals for several days in a row, Fangus had lost the skinny appearance he had when he first met him.

The fifteen-year-old girl now has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and her inconspicuous muscles contain amazing explosive power.

If there wasn't that lingering wildness in her eyes, she would definitely attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex if she put on a pretty dress.

When they heard the word "study", many little werewolves showed the painful expressions unique to "bad students" on their faces.

Fangs blushed and took the initiative to suggest: "Master, I think it is useless to learn those words. It is better to use the time to practice combat skills."

“No! You are wrong!

Knowledge is a powerful force at all times.

Even if you don't like studying, you must at least learn to read and write the common language, and how to identify animals, plants, fungi and various footprints in the wild.

Of course, it would be even better if someone could gain the favor of nature and become a ranger or druid. "

Zuo Si directly expressed his expectations for this group of little wolves.

It's not that he has any prejudice against warrior-type professions, but the racial characteristics of werewolves determine that they are more suitable to develop in the direction of ranger or druid.

Only those who cannot become a ranger or a druid would consider the former.

(End of this chapter)