Looking at the huge wolf head rolling to the ground, Wayne quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the first time he had fought against such a powerful monster, and as the effects of the witcher's potion slowly faded, he even felt a slight sprain in the joints of his arm, and a tingling pain came from the muscles all over his body.

It's still too reluctant to directly block the werewolf's claw attack with a sword, and the next time you encounter such a powerful monster, you still have to try to dodge as much as possible, Wayne thought to himself.

Fortunately, the werewolf finally accepted his fate and did not carry out a death-defying counterattack, although it was a bit troublesome to investigate the follow-up truth, but it was better than facing a desperate counterattack from a powerful monster.

Wayne put away the blade and hung the steel sword in the grass back on his belt, looking at the werewolf's corpse, and after a few seconds of struggle, he finally shook his head, not choosing to dissect it and collect materials.

After all, it's an intelligent creature that can talk and think, and it's still a husband who values affection, and it's still too cruel to take its internal organs or something, and Wayne can't do it for the time being, well, for the time being.

Stepping over the werewolf's corpse, he walked up the steps and into the wooden hunter's hut.

At first glance, it is just a fairly ordinary, two-bedroom and one-living house, with quite old furniture and decoration, and there is nothing unusual about it.

However, the witcher's keen sense of smell told him that the smell of blood extended all the way to the bedroom.

Sure enough, after arriving at the bedroom, Wayne just tapped the wooden floor with his scabbard, and confirmed the location of the basement under the floor through a hollow sound.

Just as he was about to pull up the hidden wooden door and enter the basement, he suddenly saw a portrait of three people depicted in oil paint hanging on the wall in the direction of the bedside of the bedroom.

A strong middle-aged man with short hair, a gentle young woman with long chestnut hair, the two hugged each other sweetly, and standing between the two was a boy about ten years old, smiling very brightly.

Wayne's gaze froze slightly, it seems that this werewolf also has a son, but I don't know where this child is now.

The Werewolf Curse is a contagious curse, not only can it infect others through biting, but the continuation of the bloodline is also a method of passing the curse.

Thinking of this, he did not rush into the basement, but rummaged through the bedroom.

With his ability to observe the details, Wayne soon found more than 70 Oron hidden in the secret compartment of the cabinet, and a letter that looked like a suicide note.

He hesitated for a second, then opened the letter and flipped through it.

After a few minutes, Wayne's expression was somewhat complicated, and he put the envelope and Oron back in their original place.

Judging by the content of the letter.

The werewolf's original name was Neotea. Mace, after his wife was killed, his only son was so grieved that he sent him to his aunt's house in town to recuperate.

Determined to avenge his wife, he began to search for traces of his enemies in the surrounding lumberyards.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any results, which also made the man more angry, helpless and ashamed.

This man is also well aware of the dangers of the werewolf curse in his body, and understands that he will one day get the consequences, so he left these deposits and suicide notes.

And from the words of his letter, Wayne could see that the son of Syntea, who was named Vincent. Mace's boy also has the Werewolf Curse, and is a rare type that can keep himself rational.

In the future, the captain of the town guard in Virgin City in the Wizard episode, Werewolf Wencent, should most likely be this child.

And this feeling of seeing the characters in the story in reality gives Wayne a sense of the absurdity of witnessing history.

I just don't know what it would be like for this kid named Vincent to learn from others that his father was killed by a witcher.

Wayne pulled up the wooden door of the basement and cautiously walked inside, passing through a damp tunnel seven or eight meters long to a space that resembled an underground cave.

As soon as I entered the place, a smell of bloody stench hit my face.

Wayne looked closely, and in addition to some unknown garbage, he saw six sturdy lumberjacks, their hands tied with hemp rope, hanging from the top of the cave, their feet about forty or fifty centimeters from the ground.

Everyone was stripped naked, their skin covered in scars from whipping, and expressions of fear and panic twisted on their faces.

Two of the lumberjacks had their stomachs dissected, their entrails and blood spilling all over the floor, and judging by their pale corpses, it had been more than a day since they died.

The living lumberjacks let out a piercing howl of fear at first, but when they found out that the person was a handsome young man, a surprise quickly appeared on their faces.

"Help me, help me."

"There are monsters, he is torturing us, always asking inexplicable questions."

"Someone has been killed, help me, please."

Listening to the cries for help from several people one after another, Wayne took a look and found that the appearance and characteristics of the six people were similar to those described by the werewolf's wife Paula, with bald heads and black beards, while the two who died were relatively thin and small, which is probably the reason why they were arrested.

Unfortunately, such characteristics are so common that if the murderer were to be found according to such standards, about 1 in 10 lumberjacks would be considered a murderer.

Wayne cut the rope that bound them with his sword, and then slowly lowered them back to the ground, and looked at the tortured lumberjacks, who were all wounded, and he said aloud:

"Don't worry, I'm a witcher invited by Deacon Ozk, and the monster has been killed by me, so you won't be in danger again."

"However, you have injuries on your body, so let's rest here for the time being, and I will go back now and inform Deacon Ozk so that he can arrange for a doctor to come to your aid."

When a bald-headed lumberjack who looked older heard this, he immediately nodded, lay on the ground and saluted Wayne, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Master Witcher, for saving my life."

"With the goddess Mellytea on top, I can't even imagine how my poor children will survive without me."

Seeing this, the other surviving lumberjacks also expressed their sincere gratitude to Vane despite the pain in their bodies.

Wayne responded to them with a smile, then gave them a few more instructions, took out a roll of clean cloth from his waist bag, handed them to bandage their wounds, and turned around and walked towards the exit of the basement.

What Wayne didn't expect was that he had just come out of the wooden door in the basement when he immediately heard crying from outside the house.

"Father! Please, don't leave me! ”

"You and your mother are dead, and I'm the only one left in this world."

Hearing that the source of the cry was supposed to be a child, Wayne's heart moved, and he immediately guessed who the crying person was.

He sighed in his heart, hesitated for a few seconds, and then took a step and walked out of the room.

Sure enough, next to the werewolf corpse that he had cut off his head, a teenage child was lying on the corpse with a sad face and crying bitterly, begging his father not to leave him.

When he heard the movement and saw Wayne coming out of the house, he was slightly stunned for a few seconds, and then, the child's originally clear eyes were immediately filled with hatred.

He yelled at Wayne with an angry expression:

"It must be you, the bad guy, who cut off my father's head."

"My father is a good man, why should he be killed?"

After saying that, the kid didn't wait for Wayne to answer, he quickly stood up and rushed towards Wayne with a posture of a dead fish.

In the face of a child's angry attack, Wayne certainly won't draw his sword and fight back.

With a somewhat complicated expression, he turned sideways to give way to the child's bite, and pressed the child's head with the palm of his hand to prevent him from getting close to him.

Although he knew that explaining to a child was likely to be useless, he still said:

"Your father is a werewolf who has been overwhelmed by anger in order to avenge your mother's death and has killed two innocent lumberjacks."

"These two lumberjacks are also the same as your father, the father of other children, the husband of other women, and they also have their own families."

"Son, maybe you can't understand it now, but in this matter, it was your father who did it wrong."

"He also paid for his mistakes."

"You have werewolf blood in you, too, but it's not your fault, keep your anger and destructive desires under control, and don't let them dominate your sanity."

"If one day in the future, you do the same evil deeds as your father, I will have to kill you like today."

After saying this, I saw that this child was still in that desperate posture, and his immature hands grabbed his chain mail, and even scratched the skin of his nails and fingers to blood.

Wayne sighed inwardly, and his free left hand gestured to the seal of the Yakhi seal, and he forced a strengthened version of mind control into the child's brain.

This strong spiritual impact directly shook the child's eyes and fainted.

Wayne reached out to hug the child's immature body, looked up at the sky, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he held the child in his arms with some mixed emotions and ran towards the location of the lumberyard in Revaden.