Chapter 94 – Hero Wolf (2)

“Did you cut down and kill someone from the Arend family this time?”

“It did.”

A group of three warriors had gathered. Still, Petunia Titi’s position remained vacant, and Fabian was currently on duty. Mobius spoke to Wolf while fiddling with the necklace with the portrait on it.

“Wolf. That’s what revenge is. It’s very sweet When you get older, there’s nothing like revenge to burn the rest of your life. But that’s it. You are still young Young and very strong. I think it’s a huge waste in this society if you focus your energy on revenge.”

Wolf shook his head at Mobius’ words. Morbius put the necklace he was facing back into his clothes. At first glance, a portrait of a woman passed by Wolf’s eyes. Said Wolf.

“You have to engrave a certain fear. We have to tighten it tighter and live more splendidly so that no one even thinks of harming us.”

“Uh heh heh! That’s right! Mobius inspiration. Don’t be too hard on Wolf.”

Alexander took Wolf’s side by sweeping the food. Wolf poured the wine without a word and pushed it to Alexander, who thanked Wolf while bowing his shiny head. Morbius clicked his tongue as if he had no intention of arguing with Alexander.

“Still, don’t you think this time it was too much? To be able to kill the head of the Arend family on the streets like a dog. The nobles are all trembling with anxiety, saying that it might be their turn next. There may be headwinds sooner or later.”

“That’s why Fabian is working. The thieves guild is under me, who can conspire secretly?”

Said Alexander, taking a big bite out of the pork leg.

“Yes! Yes! You better do whatever you want, Wolf!”

Morbius looked at Alexander once again. Alexander shied away from Morbius’ gaze and just chugged over his meat. After sitting with his chin resting on his chin for a moment, Wolf turned his gaze to Petunia Titti’s vacant seat.

No matter how many times I sent invitations, there was no reply from the elven forest. Wolf scratched his head and stood up.

“I will wake up first. Play slowly.”

“Wake up already? I picked some girls for you. Go see.”

“Send them to the mansion.”

Wolff lightly declined Alexander’s offer. Then, walking slowly along the hallway away from the table, he disappeared. At the sound of the door closing, Alexander spat out the pork bone from his mouth and frowned.

“Eh, but look at the face and go.”

Morbius said to Alexander, fiddling with his necklace.

“It’s definitely getting worse. It’s not good to be buried in revenge at such a young age.”

Alexander giggled as he lifted another trunk leg. The tablecloth he wore around his neck was already stained like an abstract painting. Seeing the oil glistening around his mouth, Morbius frowned.

“Why is the old man doing this while living with revenge on his mouth? Uh?”

“Didn’t I just tell you? Wolf is a guy who can do a lot for this country. What will a guy over 30 use for if he keeps clinging to meaningless revenge?”

Alexander shook his head and said.

“Inspiration. Will he get angry if I say that to Wolf?”

“Is there something wrong with what I said? The target to avenge has already died, and there is nothing to return. The family he used to be his enemy is now destroyed. What the hell are you wielding the sword for? Wolf needs to use his strength for better things now.”

Hehe, isn’t that the same for inspiration?”

At Alexander’s words, Mobius kept his mouth shut even though he made an uncomfortable expression. He took another look at the necklace in his hand and threw it under his clothes. And he said to Alexander.

“Alexander. You’ve known Volf longer than I have, don’t you want him to go down a better path?”

Alexander swallowed the meat and nodded his head.

“Inspiration. Did you see Wolf break his stubbornness? And, how can I tell Wolf what to do? You know he’s not as stubborn as Wolf. Even when I told her to accept Titi’s confession, she didn’t even pretend to listen.”

“Tsk… If only she had been there, she would have been a little better.”

Looking at Petunia Titi’s seat, Morbius clicked his tongue.

Said Alexander.

“Bolf, if you hit him with fire, he’s cooling off. He burns furiously to finish his revenge, and he’s panicking because he has nowhere else to burn. My job is to help such a Wolf not to collapse. He brings joy back. I think so. The random swinging of the sword now is the process of the fire stretching out his feet in search of something to burn more. So, I have to make them realize that it’s time to start a warm family and find something to enjoy instead of burning things.”

Just in time the door opened. Priestly beauties selected from all over the world were walking toward the table in lewd attire. Each was a different style of beauties, but all of them had eyes burning with aspirations for success. The priest who led them rubbed both his hands and said to Alexander.

“Saint. As you said, I have brought applicants for the ‘saint’.”

“Oh, yes. Since the hero has gone to the mansion, send him to the mansion.”

The priest asked cautiously.

“Why don’t you taste it first?”

Alexander snorted at the priest’s suggestion and looked at Mobius. And he said to the priest again.

“Send it now!”

As the women disappeared, Morbius shook his head and said,

“I’m glad you have common sense. I was surprised when he looked at me.”

“Inspiration. Did you expect it?”

Morbius shook his head harder and spoke in a low voice. His hand was naturally heading for the necklace.

“If my granddaughter were grown up, she would be that old.”

Alexander put on a shy expression and this time he ate the cream soup and said.

“Sorry, inspiration. It just brought back bad memories.”

“All right. It’s okay. The whole world knows that you like girls, and I knew that you called girls here today. By the way, will Wolf really cheer up by holding a woman in his arms?”

Alexander nodded and said.

“Hugging a woman and eating food are the most enjoyable things in the world, aren’t they? Every time we get together like this, eat delicious food and hug pretty girls, someday we’ll get our energy back. Uh?”

“It’s good that it’s one-dimensional, but not all people in the world are nymphomaniac like you.”

Hehe, I wish I was a nymphomaniac too. I live with about five wives and just copulate all day long.”

Morbius looked at Alexander. There was no wrinkle on Alexander’s expression.

“Inspired by Mobius. I will make sure to cheer up Wolf. You too, plan your own strategy. I want Wolf to laugh too.”

Mobius laughed at Alexander’s words.

“Okay. It should be Because I’m also trying to come up with a countermeasure on my own. Let’s try hard for once.”

“Inspiration. Let’s toast Cheers.”

Mobius raised his glass. In the clear sound of glasses clinking, Alexander recalled the time he met Wolf.

At that time, Alexander was driven to the provinces and was drinking every day.

Alexander knocked on the door of the small private villa where he lived, and a man wearing tattered armor appeared. At that time, Alexander was having a meal in front of him, having undressed a prostitute he had bought from the country.

When the man appeared, the woman screamed in panic, and Alexander tossed the noisy woman onto the bed and faced the man without even adjusting her clothes.

He had a mace ready within reach if he stretched out his hand, and in his hand, he gathered the divine power. Alexander asked the man in a dignified manner, knowing that his victory was in him.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I am Wolf.”

Alexander knew the name. Killer Wolf. A wanted man who brutally murdered the son of the Arend family at the academy and fled. Alexander didn’t know why such an evil came to his villa.

“Did you come to kill me?”

“I heard rumors. The son of her concubine, who was hated and kicked out of the family, lives here enjoying her pleasure.”

Alexander let out a laugh. Now he was stunned to think that even the murderer was making fun of him.

“You’ve come to treat me.”

“They saw the talent of overflowing divine power and even castrated him to make him a high-ranking priest.”

When Alexander heard this, he silently put on a robe and covered his lower half. Where there should have been a natural symbol for a man, only terrible knife marks remained. Alexander couldn’t be more relaxed. He frowned and picked up his mace.

“What do you want?”

If a painful wound is stabbed, anyone becomes a beast. Following Wolf’s next words, Alexander decided to break his leg or his head.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

But Alexander, as soon as he heard those words, felt a strange emotion welling up in his chest. The injustice that has come to this place. The hatred and rejection he received from his family. Castration at the age of 12, screaming.

Wolf slowly walked into the villa and held out his hand to Alexander.

“Let’s get revenge. Alexander. In this world.”

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Water dripped from the glass and splashed onto the table.

“For Wolf!”

Alexander drank his glass and chuckled, and Morbius stroked his beard and nodded.