While it was still dawn, Alflis had breakfast, asked the proprietress a few things, and then began to wander around the town.

Yesterday's overnight recuperation has brought him back to his best condition, and now it's time to work.

In the morning, he found his target.

It was a thatched house, with a door hanging open, half-closed.

Some townspeople gathered around the place, and there was a lot of discussion.

Some of the children squeezed in, and then they were dragged out by adults covering their eyes.

The owner of the house, a lonely old man (in his 40s), was lying on the cold ground, and blood was spilling outside, which attracted the attention of nearby residents.

He lay on his back, his eyes wide open and bulging out like a fish, his chest was torn open, the entrails inside were gone, his arms and thighs were gnawed unseemly, and straw and minced flesh were scattered everywhere, and he struggled fiercely according to the traces of blood.

Alflis has experienced such a scene many times.

There are only ghouls and werewolves who can make it look like this, and a town like this is more likely to be a werewolf.

Alfries pushed through the crowd and walked inside, examining the trails around him.

The surrounding residents didn't know what this stranger was up to, they just gathered around to watch the excitement.

Several soldiers approached, apparently trying to clean up the body, but stopped when they saw Alflis.

Words such as handsome, handsome, beautiful, and beautiful are rarely associated with civilians, even if there are handsome and beautiful among civilians, but because of life, that's it.

It was the first time they had seen a character like Alfries, who seemed to have come out of the bard's mouth, and they were sure that this was a figure they could not afford to provoke, so they did not dare to step forward for a while.

Alflis opened the black book and began to pray for the poor lonely old man.

His demeanor was reverent, even in such a humble and terrifying place.

A faint glow appeared on his surface, slightly sweeping the surroundings, dispelling the darkness in the room.

Gradually, the surrounding residents stopped the discussion, some of them prayed with Alfris, and some even shed tears of happiness.

Alfries closed the black book and walked outside, the people moved out of the way, and looked at Alflis with reverence in their eyes.

They felt cleansed inside of them, and they felt less afraid of death.

"Your Excellency." A gray-haired man called out to Alflis, who turned around and looked calmly at the unusually nervous man.

He was probably close to 40 years old, with pale hair, his back bent by the hardships of life, his eyes cloudy, probably sick to his knees, and he walked tremblingly.

For the aristocracy, approaching the age of 40 is also in the prime of life, which is the time to be high-spirited, but this man has entered old age early.

Under Alfris's calm gaze, the man was no longer so nervous, and he was afraid to look at Alflis reverently, and asked with longing: "My lord, is there really a god in this world?" ”

"God may exist, but light is eternal." Alflis replied earnestly: "Believe me, all this pain is short-lived, as long as you respect life and believe in the light, after you die, you will go to that eternal kingdom of light." ”

The man who had been overpressed by life showed a yearning smile, and his cloudy eyes became clear: "My lord, can I really go to such a country?" ”

Alfries looked at him seriously and said, "Yes." ”

With that, he walked away quickly, looked at the walls of the surrounding eaves, and began to look for the werewolf who committed the crime according to the remaining traces of darkness.

Before I knew it, I came to the door of the mayor's house, and was stopped by the doorman.

As the mayor's doorman, his most powerful ability is not to fight but to see, and he did not dare to underestimate Alflis, so he hurriedly informed the mayor, and then the mayor himself went out to greet him.

"Hello, sir, who are you, the mayor of the town, Viscount Krtorf Omilo, below? Where did it come from? Why are you here for me? ”

The mayor is friendly and wary of strangers, and Alflis, as a straightforward boy, is naturally straightforward.

"Hello, my name is Alflis, and I'm a monk at the Demon Hunter Monastery who tracked a werewolf here."

After saying that, he went inside.

The mayor frowned, and a strong knight beside him stepped in and blocked Alflis: "Sir, please respect yourself. ”

Alflis looked at the mayor with a sincere gaze and said seriously, "I can sense that there really is a werewolf in your mansion. ”

The knight showed a mocking expression: "You say there is, why should we believe you." ”

The mayor stopped the knight from further provocation and said to Alfries, "Sir, there will never be a werewolf in my mansion. ”

"In that case, excuse me."

Olaiflis took a deep look into the courtyard and turned to leave.

The knight spat disdainfully on the ground, but didn't see the worry on the mayor's face.

In the room, a woman looked through the window at Alfries, who was departing at the door, and licked her rosy lips.

There was a slight knock on the door, and when I turned my head, I saw the mayor's wife walking in with a bowl of broth, and she looked at the woman with trepidation, and said with a low brow, "My lord, please, please let me see my child." ”

Alflis suddenly turned his head and passed through the gate like a white horse.

The knight froze for a moment, and yelled after Alfries.

The mayor stood in place, his eyes flickering, and he couldn't tell whether he was expecting or afraid.

The commotion outside alarmed the woman inside, and the woman howled, took out a medicine bottle, drank it, and Alflis broke through the window and entered.

A tumbling discharge, followed by a brilliant white light that shot at the woman like lightning.

The saber at Alflis's waist was a special cross-silver sword mixed with silver, which pierced the woman's body like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The woman's transformation was only halfway complete, and she stared blankly at her chest, where you kept emitting black smoke before being dispelled by the blinding white light.

She fell to her knees and lay on the ground.

The mayor's wife was frightened by this scene, and her hands trembled, and the hot broth fell.

With a flick of his wrist, Alflis caught the silver sword steadily, and the bowl containing the broth moved the silver sword to the table safely.

Putting his sword into its sheath, Alflis listened, bent down, and dragged one of the cages out of it.

A pale boy curled up in a cage, and the mayor's wife pounced on him with a scream.