Figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, Zuo Si took a deep breath, let his rising blood pressure drop slightly, raised his head and stared into Alena's eyes: "Is there anything else you want to explain?" ”

"Nope. I'll admit it was a bit of an overreaction at the time, but these guys weren't innocent either. ”

Alena didn't try to quibble, and generously admitted the mistake she had made.

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

But unfortunately, as a person who is used to doing what he wants, it is not easy to stay calm when alcohol is on his head.

What's more, this impulsive and irritable personality comes from the nature of the warlock's bloodline, and there is no way to change it.

"Excellent! Now that you've admitted that you've made a mistake, you're ready to be punished, right? Zuo Si continued to ask.

Obviously, he intended to use this matter as an excuse to establish his authority directly, so as to ensure that this troublesome retinue would obey orders in the future, and not cause a big mess just after leaving for a morning as he is now.

Although, strictly speaking, fighting in a tavern is not a 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 hates this senseless cathartic violence.

In his opinion, the meaning of battle is either to defend oneself against attacks from the enemy, or to completely destroy the opponent once and for all.

But what about tavern fights?

Often, just beating people until they lose the power to fight back and then stop, it's a waste of time and energy.

If one day, Zuo Si is forced to do something with someone else in the tavern, then in half a minute at most, the other party will all turn into lifeless corpses.

Fight is Kill!

Fight or Die!

This is the concept that Archmage Asta repeatedly emphasized and instilled during his time in the Tower of the Floating City, and deeply influenced and reshaped his behavior and habits.

"Alas—whatever. Who made you the master? Alena sighed helplessly, and put on a look of being slaughtered. What kind of punishment do I have to accept? ”

"It's easy! From now on, it is forbidden to touch all alcoholic beverages! Until you show enough self-control to make sure something like this doesn't 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, in addition to the lascivious sailors who were lying on the ground and wailing, was alcohol that could make people lose their self-control.

If it weren't for the effects of alcohol on the brain, it would definitely not have progressed to the point where it almost demolished the entire inn.

As soon as she heard that she was going to ban alcohol, Alena suddenly showed an expression of pain and despair.

But in the end, she still gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay! I accept! But what about these troublemakers? They should also bear at least half of the responsibility. ”

"Don't worry! These sailors will pay for their actions. Yelinia! Go to the chief of Epuk and ask him to help inform the owner of the merchant ship to which the sailors belonged to to him to ransom the man. If the innkeeper doesn't get enough compensation within two hours, they'll all be thrown down the drain to feed the rats. ”…

Zuo Si bluntly gave the order to the Shadow Assassin hiding in his shadow.

From beginning to end, he ignored the sailors who were knocked to the ground by the sperm worms.

I don't even care if these guys will be crippled or die from their injuries.

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

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

Later, he took the group to another inn a few blocks away for a bite to eat, and he relieved the leopard's summoning to upgrade the creature card before he left.

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

After finding a relatively flat place, Zuo Si began to carefully draw the magic symbols and patterns needed for the ritual.

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

After about four hours of arrangement, the first part of the entire magic ritual was finally completed in the early evening.

After checking repeatedly to confirm that there were no mistakes, Zuo Si then instructed the little werewolves who were waiting on the side: "Before the sun sets, go to the cage." When the moon comes out, you should be about to lose control of your inner beast. ”

"Master, can this magical ritual really keep us sane on a full moon night?" Van Gers asked in a tone of uncertainty.

As a natural werewolf who inherited bestiality from her parents, she became more and more aware of the sharp conflict between her sanity and her bestiality as she grew older.

Especially at night, it is often tempting to transform into a half-human, half-wolf, or a complete wolf, wanting to chase, bite and kill prey, longing for the taste of blood.

If you can get rid of this kind of distress and torture, and completely control the transformation by subjective consciousness, then the girl is willing to pay any price.

Zuo Si replied confidently: "Of course! I spent thousands of gold inside and out, first buying research notes from the Druid Transfigurers, and then procuring many of the ritual's materials, spell scrolls, and potions. After tonight, you and your people will be free of bestiality for good. ”

"Thank you for all this! Swear in the name of the clan! We will always be loyal to you! Serving you! If anyone dares to betray! Let him be torn to pieces by the fangs of the wolves! ”

The werewolf girl knelt on one knee with a serious and serious expression.

And the little werewolves behind her also knelt down with her.

Unlike the previous relationship between "slave" and "master", it is a kind of recognition and allegiance from the heart, and it is very binding.

Because in the world of Faerun, which is full of magical powers and gods, if someone solemnly makes an oath and deliberately does not keep it, there is a high probability that they will suffer a curse.

"I accept your allegiance. But to work for me, you still need time to grow and learn a lot. ”

With that, Zuo Si reached out and touched the thick and lush long black hair on the girl's head.

After a few days of eating a full meal, Van Gers had lost the emaciated appearance he had when he first met.

The fifteen-year-old girl was now slender and well-proportioned, and her inconspicuous muscles contained an astonishing explosiveness.

If it weren't for the lingering wildness in his eyes, it is estimated that changing into a beautiful dress would definitely attract the attention of many people of the opposite sex.

As soon as they heard the word learning, many little werewolves had a painful expression on their faces that was unique to "scumbags".

Van Gus blushed even more and took the initiative to propose: "Master, I don't think it's useful to learn those words, it's better to free up time to practice combat skills." ”

"Nope! You're wrong!

Knowledge is a powerful force at all times.

Even if you don't like to learn, at least learn how to read and write the lingua franca and how to identify plants, animals, fungi and footprints in the wild.

Of course, it would be better if someone could get nature's favor to become a Ranger or a Druid. ”

Zuo Si bluntly stated his expectations for this group of little werewolves.

It's not that he has any prejudice against the warrior class, but the racial characteristics of werewolves make it more suitable to develop in the direction of rangers or druids.

Only those who can't be rangers and druids will consider the former. . .