"You can't hunt here anymore!"

In a jungle near the coast, a group of adventurers were trying to hunt animals in the forest when they suddenly heard an angry roar from behind them.

Everyone looked back and found that the person who made the noise was a werewolf covered in black hair.

"Beast Transformer?"

Looking at the other party with doubt and surprise, the captain of the adventure team felt the heavy aura of the werewolf and realized that the other party was not easy to provoke.

"Hey! Brother, we just want to hunt a black bear. Please give us a favor, here..."

Before he could finish his words, the werewolf suddenly raised the bow in his hand and shot an arrow towards this side.

With a "thump", the arrow pierced straight into a huge rock next to it, leaving only a piece of tail feathers that were still trembling.

This move was quite brilliant. Even in this world of swords and magic, it was not easy to accomplish such a thing with just an ordinary bow and arrow.

The adventure team immediately knew that they could not defeat the werewolf in front of them, and the captain who had just spoken immediately changed his tone.

"Let's go! Let's go now!"

He didn't even ask himself and others why they couldn't continue hunting here. Then he ran out of the forest in a very embarrassed manner and returned to Storm Bay.

Seeing them going away, the werewolf put away his bow and arrow, crawled to the ground, and turned into a black wolf.

After looking around for a while, he took skillful steps and walked towards the depths of the forest.

The forest was not small, and after running for more than ten minutes, the werewolf transformed into a black wolf finally stopped.

At this moment, what appeared before his eyes was a village of beastmen that maintained tribal civilization. Various beastmen similar to werewolves moved back and forth among the thatched huts, cooking the meals they would eat later.

Most of them have bulging muscles and tall and well-proportioned bodies. Some of the cat-like beastmen move silently and are obviously born assassins.

After transforming back into his werewolf form, Black Wolf walked into the village, greeted his companions along the way one by one, and finally walked into an extra-large wooden house in the middle of the village.

"Village chief, I'm back. I have driven away those outsiders who entered the forest."

Kneeling on one knee, Black Wolf respectfully reported what had just happened to the old man deep in the wooden house.

The old man had gray beard and hair, and wore a robe made of animal skins and linen.

If Carl were here, he would definitely be familiar with this person.

He was the Druid of Winter who had orchestrated the Storm Bay tragedy.

Raising his hand to create a breeze, the druid motioned for Black Wolf to stand up, then said to him:

"Those adventurers have been hunting a lot in recent days. I will go to Storm Bay to see what has happened there recently. Black Wolf, you have done well. Please leave now."

"Yes! Lord Rayleigh!"

After bowing, Black Wolf left the room.

The druid, whom he called Rayleigh, stood up from his seat and placed his palms on the branches of a large tree growing in the cabin.

The emerald green fluorescence gradually brightened as he continued to chant the spell. When the light stabilized, he walked directly into the tree trunk.

At the same time, in a suburb only a few miles away from Storm Bay, a big tree also lit up with emerald green fluorescence.

Rayleigh, with gray hair and beard, walked out and casually turned off the effect of the Wood Release Technique.

Without any movement on his part, his body transformed into a falcon in just a few seconds.

Fluttering his wings, he took off into the air and flew quickly towards the city of Storm Bay.

The dense jungle could not stop his progress. His transformed falcon flew nimbly between the trees, even better than the real falcons.

In a moment, he arrived in the city of Storm Bay.

The guard at the door had never seen such a cool appearance before. After two seconds of reaction, he stepped forward and asked, "Hello, what business do you want to handle?"

Rayleigh, who had already prepared to establish his authority, was restrained for a moment by this high-quality question, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"I am the Druid of Winter's Son. I came here to ask the administrator of Storm Bay, who signed an alliance with me, why those adventurers are wantonly destroying the ecology of Xen'drik?"

The two guards didn't expect that the old man in front of them would handle such a big thing right away, and they were a little overwhelmed for a moment.

But fortunately, the training designed by Carl taught them to report directly if they couldn't handle anything, so one of the guards took Rayleigh into the city hall, and the remaining one continued to guard the door.

After entering the city hall, Rayleigh was even more satisfied with the place.

The people who came to do business went through the relevant procedures in an orderly manner in various departments. The orderly scene made him feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Although he is a druid of the Son of Winter.

The adventurers in the hall were somewhat curious about the white-bearded old man who was brought in by the guards themselves, and they all looked over here.

Some adventurers who had seen Rayleigh quickly lowered their heads after recalling his previous performance, and did not dare to raise their heads again until Rayleigh and the guards disappeared deep in the city hall.

"Why did this lunatic come to Storm Bay again? Damn it, is something going to happen in Storm Bay again? No! The Spirit King Competition is about to be held!"

The adventurer who knew Rayleigh was praying secretly, while Rayleigh and the guard came to the outside of Joanna's office.

The guard knocked on the door respectfully, and after Joanna replied "Come in", he opened the door and led Rayleigh in.

Joanna, who was handling official business at her seat, raised her head and met Rayleigh's gaze.

For a moment, Joanna's expression became a little complicated.

It was Rayleigh who originally led Joanna to fight against the Storm Council, but the other party's subsequent actions undoubtedly touched Joanna's bottom line and eventually led Joanna to part ways with him.

Now that they met again, Joanna suddenly felt as if she were in another world.

But it had been less than half a year since the rebellion and the plague.

"What can I do for you?"

Unconsciously, Joanna's voice became calmer.

This is one of her biggest gains in the past six months. No matter who she faces, she can adjust her mindset as quickly as possible.

After repeating the matter about the adventurers' excessive hunting, Rayleigh looked at Joanna, who had gradually grown up in front of him, and his tone softened a little.

"I want to know what happened in Storm Bay recently. Do you need any help?"

However, the word "help" in his words reminded Joanna of some not-so-good memories, so she quickly refused: "No! No need, the reason those adventurers did that was probably to collect materials to condense the spirit card. Don't worry, I will inform Senior Carl and the Dragon Mark Family about this and ask them to help restrain them."

"Spirit card?"

Hearing this special word, Rayleigh showed a confused expression on his face.

He remembered that it had only been two months since he last came to Storm Bay. How come there was something new here?

Before Rayleigh could ask, Joanna had already taken out a deck of cards from her desk drawer.

"This is a game invented by Senior Carl. It is the most popular thing in Storm Bay now. To condense spirits, you need materials from wild beasts and monsters. So those adventurers probably hunt so frequently just for this."

Although Xen'drik is large, there are only a few places suitable for hunting for most adventurers.

After all, it is a common trait of many people to pick on the weak.

Looking at the spirit card with some surprise, Rayleigh felt the breath of the spirit from it, and also felt that he could make the spirit appear through the spell of finding a magical pet.

(End of this chapter)