Chapter 25 The Werewolf Who Steals Food

After practicing the Golden Light Mantra for a long time, Clown felt that his five senses became increasingly sharper.

There was someone in the room eating heartily, and he could even hear the sound of the other person smacking his lips clearly.

The third-level cooking skill can actually attract thieves. Should I cry or laugh?

Crown gently put down the box in his hand and took the backpack, trying his best not to make any noise.

He had the revolver tightly in his hand and quickly inserted the key into the lock. He pushed the door open and walked in, holding the gun with both hands and holding his arms horizontally.

Inside, I saw a very tall and strong figure, who was a little hunched over. In the moonlight, I could vaguely make out that he was wearing a leather coat.

"Don't move! Put your hands behind your back."

Before he could finish the familiar lines from deep in his memory, an iron pot flew towards him.

'Fuck you!'

The guy who was eating was thrown out. Clown cursed in his heart and quickly moved away to avoid the iron pot.

Don’t blame me if you get hurt or killed!

He dodged to the wall outside the door, and when the iron pot flew out, he rushed into the house and shot the completely immoral guy with a volley of bullets.

With his current shooting skills, if he doesn't aim at the enemy's vital parts, he won't be able to kill him.

Although angry, the person who stole the food will not be sentenced to death.

If not for being extremely hungry, most people wouldn't do such a thing.

But stealing my food, being caught in the act, and hitting my face with my pot, this is intolerable! A low roar came from the house. At the same time, a black shadow followed the iron pot, rushed out, stopped in the middle of the road, and confronted Crown.

The moonlight outside was brighter, and he could see the shadow clearly.

What a face this monster has.

His face was covered with hair, his brown eyes flashed a cold light, his muzzle was long, and his ears stood upright, it was clearly a wolf's head growing on a human's body.

His body was covered with thick black hair, and his open mouth was dripping with drool.

This is a werewolf, very much like Lushian's transformation in Underworld.

The werewolf took a step forward with his powerful lower limbs and let out a roar with his mouth wide open.

“Ouch!”

"Bang bang bang", it was greeted by continuous gunfire.

Although Crown was shocked at how unlucky he was, his instinctive reaction made him pull the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of gunfire and roaring spread in the silent night.

After following the priest to participate in a battle to kill the sheep-headed monster, he understood how powerful these dark creatures were.

Ordinary bullets could not penetrate their tough muscle tissue, so he aimed at the werewolf's open mouth and eyes.

The werewolf's reaction to danger was faster than he expected. The first bullet had just been fired when the werewolf closed his mouth and turned his head to the side.

After firing three bullets, Crown fired the pistol again, shooting two shots at the werewolf's ears.

The bullet didn't hit the werewolf's vitals, but just grazed his cheek.

When the second round of bullets was fired, the werewolf was already lying on the ground. He growled and rushed towards the young man who fired the gun.

Damn, are all dark creatures able to react so quickly?!

Facing the werewolf that was pouncing on him, Crown dodged to the side.

There was only one bullet left in his pistol. If he couldn't seize the opportunity to inflict fatal damage to the werewolf, he would probably die here.

He activated the power of the time hourglass and solidified the space around him.

At the critical moment, he crouched down and narrowly avoided the attack, and the werewolf fell against the wall.

Perhaps the werewolf's impact was too strong, or perhaps his ability was too weak. After only delaying the werewolf for a moment, he felt the sand of time in the hourglass being exhausted.

"Bang!"

There was a dull thumping sound, and Crown felt pain when he heard it.

Fortunately, this monster was not very smart, and his hands moved quickly despite the thought in his mind.

To kill him when he was ill, he shot him back.

With his shooting level at such a close distance, there is no such thing as a miss.

With a fierce look on his face and a pistol holding his prayer, the brass bullet shot into the werewolf's head, approximately at the temple.

The werewolf howled miserably, and he used his upper limbs to support his body and stood up. After a few jumps, he disappeared at the end of the street.

This isn't dead?

Crown opened his mouth in astonishment. Even at such a close distance, the bullet couldn't even penetrate the werewolf's skull.

. . . .

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

At the Goat Inn, Geralt suddenly put down the rag he was using to wipe his sword and exchanged glances with Alan next to him.

"There's nothing wrong with a werewolf's howl."

Geralt quickly sheathed his sword, put it behind his back, opened the window and jumped down.

Alan also carried his sword on his back and followed closely.

There were gunshots in the distance again, and Geralt pointed his arm: "Go in that direction."

The two of them rushed towards the direction where the sound came from like running cheetahs.

When the two witchers arrived, Crown was bending down to pick up his iron pot.

"What happened?" Geralt asked again.

The man gave a dry smile: "As you can see, a werewolf broke into my residence and smashed my cooking pot!"

"Come in and talk."

The three of them entered the room, and Crown lit the oil lamp, brightening the room.

There was a large patch of grease on the table, and a few pieces of chicken were lying silently.

The door to the backyard was only halfway hanging in its frame.

After pulling over a few chairs and everyone sat down, Crown told the story of his return home.

"When I just got to the door, I heard some noise inside. Finally, I hit the werewolf on the head. It must have felt the threat of death and ran away. If it didn't run away, I would be in danger."

Finally, Clown asked his doubts: "Isn't it said that those evil people who are affected by the power of darkness will only transform into werewolves on the night of the full moon?"

Geralt didn't answer. He remained silent.

Alan took over the topic: "Not necessarily. Some people turn into werewolves at night and return to normal appearance during the day."

The demon hunter added softly, "Werewolves hold grudges. When his injuries heal, he will definitely take revenge on you. You must take necessary precautions."

Crown was a little annoyed.

What is going on? Disaster strikes while you are at home.

He also wanted to live peacefully for a while, make money by refining medicine, and then train with the priest.

"Mr. Geralt, you said that I have become a spirit master, so why am I still no match for these monsters?"

"Werewolves and vampires are considered monsters. Their physical fitness is extremely good. The evil spirit that you coexist with may be more talented in magic. Therefore, you did not enjoy the bonus in physical fitness. Besides, you have only been a spirit master for a few days and have not received formal training. It is normal that you are not a match for the monsters."

"I suggest you take some time to go to a big city that has an agency that handles supernatural events and file a record with the authorities. Although you will be subject to some restrictions, they will also provide some help, and you can slowly integrate into the circle of mysterious people."

(End of this chapter)