The story began a long, long time ago

It was a time when God's shepherds were in charge of the world, and the nobles were feasting in old, fortified castles, and the poor serfs were struggling to survive in the wilderness, but they had to pray to the Lord in church on the first day of the week.

It is a dense oak forest, where ancient and tall trees seem to have stood since ancient times, and in the dense forest there is a path that is pressed out of a deep ditch on both sides, and the path winds its way to an unknown place in the forest. On the other side of the path was a small village, surrounded by a tall wooden wall with sharp heads cut out of the stakes, and a corridor was erected on the inside of the wall to allow people to go up to the wall for defense. There were gates made of heavy wooden rafts on the walls, and on either side of the gates, and at intervals inside and outside the walls, there were huge pyres of firewood, which were lit at night—except on certain days, at most they lit the four piles at the door, two on the outside and two on the inside.

This is the small village founded by the loggers, Ahren, and the houses in the village are very sturdy of old and thick wood, with very narrow windows and wooden rafts on them, which when put down they become a solid wall. The population of the village is small, that is, more than 300 people, and almost all the men in the village are lumberjacks, who go to the forest hundreds of meters away every day to cut down trees and then drag them to the town more than ten kilometers away to sell them. There is a small church in the village, a tavern--brothel-inn, and a blacksmith's shop at the end. Groceries had to be bought in the town – that's all the functional buildings in the village

The staple food of the villagers is a variety of potatoes. Occasionally, a little oats or flour mixed with a lot of sand. Fortunately, this village relies on the forest, and the income from logging is okay, and at the same time, the loggers also work part-time hunters, and they can also catch some animals and sell them to the old men to supplement their families, so the average villager can at least fill himself with potatoes.

But there is always a terrible ghost wandering here - every month on the night of the full moon, no one dares to leave the house, no one dares to lock the door and window, everyone hides in their room and holds the cross to pray to God that they can spend this terrible night safely. On this day of the month, a sheep is chained to the village square for sacrifice – the night of the full moon is the time for the werewolf hunt.

Werewolves have been rumored to have been found in almost every part of Europe – from Burgundy in France to the Carpathian Mountains in Eastern Europe, but most of them are nonsensical folklore. Only here the legend is true. There is a werewolf, a cunning werewolf who has been wandering here for decades, and no one knows who this werewolf is, only that many people have died from wolf kisses in the past few decades.

On this day, the attack, which was supposed to be only on the night of the full moon, was brought forward

A girl lay on the edge of a straw pile, her neck and half of her body completely torn open, and the poor man was almost bleeding. The villagers whispered timidly around the poor girl's corpse, and the priest in the church stood beside the corpse holding a cross and chanted a prayer. And a woman lay on her stomach next to the corpse and wept. A decadent man with a wine bottle was in a daze, and at the end there was a little girl pulling a crying woman.

"She's been attacked by werewolves," a few panicked girls said to the villagers, "we were picking up potatoes, and suddenly from that side" the girls pointed in different directions, "a big black wolf rushed out!" They scrambled again, trying to explain how big a wolf it was, "it pounced on Alison" Their words were confused, and the only thing they could confirm was that the wolf had chosen its target.

"We need werewolves," the chief announced to the villagers after a brief conversation with the priest, "we need everyone to pay for the werewolf hunters!" and the priest continued after the chief, "I will respond to the church and ask them to send a team of dark hunters to help us, Amen." ”

In the black forest, uneven rocks and depressions, the stream was lined with fallen trees, and the bushes by the stream hung small red berries. And in the depths of the forest, there was a huge stump, the ancient stump was already covered with moss, and there was a large stone beside the stump, and on the smooth surface there was no moss on the stone in direct sunlight because the sky here was not covered by the canopy. And on this large rock, sat a man in a shirt, breeches, leather boots. The man had ivory skin and black hair - not uncommon in Europe, at least on the Carpathian side, and his features were a little deep, and he seemed to be the inhabitant of the eastern part. The man was muttering to himself, but in a language that no one in Europe could understand today: "In the interesting world realm, the level of power is not low, but it is not high, and the top of the sky is against the supernatural power of a thousand people." Speaking of what kind of place it was, I only had time to glance at it when I entered. However, this place has a somewhat familiar feeling, and the species of this tree seems to have been seen somewhere. The man casually glanced into the distance, "The human mind waves and breath are over there, and this text is German? It's just a little different from the German I used to know." It seems that this is somewhere in Germany – maybe somewhere in Austria. And I seem to have seen several of the place names of Aren, no way, there are too many small villages with the same name in Germany, and this one still looks like a typical medieval broken village"

This was the first hour that Bo Fu had entered this world, and he was now fully humanoid and had not shown the appearance of a demon. In this place, the first thing he noticed was the holiness that would never be lacking in every place with a lot of human breath. He was the first to affirm that he was in Europe, and that he should be somewhere in the German princely states.

This guy is now sitting on the stone enjoying the sun, the rising sun is not warm, the soft sunlight makes Bo Fu squint his eyes very comfortably, he looks at the village outside the forest that is impenetrable to the naked eye of mortals in the distance, and his mouth is still muttering about the scenery he sees: "Is the werewolf attacking at night? This little girl is still dying miserably, but this werewolf is not powerful, that is, the beast-level combat power." He sniffed the breath in the air and snorted coldly, "It's better to go to the village and eat something, fortunately I have enough spices, otherwise I will really eat the dead." ”

On this day, the lumberjacks did not go to the wood, and the rare early appearance of the werewolves made everyone panic - it was known for a long time that werewolves did not only appear at night, they helped the dead girl's family to dig a coffin, carried the girl to the back of the church, and began the ceremony.

And at this time, someone rang the bell from the lookout in front of the gate. "Someone! Someone's coming from the forest!"

Several men took axes and bows and arrows and ran to the door, and they saw a man carrying a wild boar on his shoulder, coming from the forest. "Stranger, say your name! and be baptized with holy water!"

"My name is Bo Fu. This guy directly dropped the wild boar, clapped his hands and said.

"Baffle, stand still!" came a young man running from the church, holding a cross in one hand and a leather bag in the other, and the boy poured the water from the skin on Bo Fu's body without a clue. Bo Fu is worthy of being a man, and men don't care about the water pouring on their bodies at all - it's just that the soup is sprinkled on the body and wiped it

After confirming that Bo Fu was not a werewolf or the like, they were still very vigilant to watch Bo Fu's actions - in fact, anyone in the village who had some knowledge and knew Braille, such as the priest, knew that it was impossible for the priest to use holy water to identify werewolves, otherwise they would have figured out who the werewolf was a long time ago. It's just that most of the villagers don't know this, and they always think that werewolves live in the mountains.

Bofu grabbed the dead boar again and asked directly where the tavern and inn in the village were in elegant German, which was elegant for the vast majority of illiterate people here. If it weren't for Bo Fu's appearance that made the villagers think that he was from the other side of the mountain, I am afraid that some people would have called him Master long ago - after all, Bo Fu's words and deeds seemed to them to be a noble lord - the former Grand Duke of Bohemia of the Galactic Empire, Fafnir, was not a fake

All this speculation was confirmed by the villagers when Bo Fu sat in the tavern and asked the tavern keeper to help him deal with the wild boar, and then the villagers confirmed, "How did this old man pass through the forest alone?", "It's a knight, right? How else could he pass through the forest?", "What about this old man's knight's sword? He must be very powerful!" (To be continued......