ps: This chapter is not suitable for the Small Animal Protection Association, the Virgin, the One-sided Martial Arts, the Twilight Mary Sue enthusiasts, and those who are not good at using their brains. This list will be extended, depending on how stupid humans can be.

Salomon stretched out his head and looked out to make sure that the rapist would not return halfway.

The nearest vending machine is more than 200 meters away. This is a remote and dilapidated residential area. The residents are basically fishermen. Salomon's target is here.

It is still daytime, and there are not many trees on the streets of the residential area, but only some yellow and green grass. It is obvious that the people living here do not have the leisure to take care of the grass. Not only that, tire rings, empty beer cans, dilapidated RVs and other debris are piled between each house, and the weeds are even as high as the axle. When Salomon got off the car, he even stepped on a thick bolt submerged in the grass, which was waiting to rust in this desolate ocean.

When the warm spring breeze blew, a swing that was rusty in the messy courtyard shook slightly, making a slight creaking sound, and little rusty red dust fell down.

Salomon didn't see many people here, which made him very satisfied. After he saw the target go out, he led the driver away. He wanted to make sure that the next battle would not be witnessed.

When the Collins family disappeared from the town, the Collins family in Britain quickly took over the town's fishery, as fast as if they had been prepared. After Barnabas was petrified, the police here suddenly realized and began to track down the murders that had accumulated before.

Perhaps because there are too many cases, a big investigation will inevitably be considered by the public as dereliction of duty. Therefore, the local police did not block the streets and interrogate the suspects, but instead wanted to gradually fade the impact of these cases and conduct private investigations.

But Salomon's behavior of hunting vampires and werewolfs attracted more or less attention, so he contacted the taxi driver. He, a local, took him through the streets and alleys to avoid unnecessary sight. He kicked off the bolts under his feet and followed the werewolf not far ahead with his expression.

This is a typical fisherman with white hair and dark skin, wearing a wrinkled dark plaid shirt, his clothes as wrinkled as his face. Wood habitually walked against the wall, and he also leaned against his body when he came out of the house and walked down the stairs.

Perhaps out of professional habits, when he was about to leave the block, Salomon's new face finally made him interested. Not to mention that Salomon's clothing is not worn by ordinary people. Anyone with a little bit of eyes can see the expensiveness of the seven silver chains with the holy skeleton cloth on Salomon.

And Wood is the one with vision.

As soon as he was discovered, Salomon gave up the stalking. He walked up openly, but before he could speak, the werewolf spoke first.

He narrowed his eyes, which were somewhat red from the sea breeze all year round, looking up and down at the young secret mage, making a sound from his lungs soaked in smoke tar. "What does a young master come here to do? There is nothing fun here, and this is not the place you should come."

"I want to talk to you." Salomon pointed his hand at a remote corner, "Come with me."

After saying that, he walked over to himself. The werewolf looked around and hesitated for a while and followed. Salomon's retro costume reminded him of the wizard in the fairy tale - after Angel disappeared, he no longer contacted his past companions, otherwise he would find that the werewolf in the town was gradually decreasing.

"Speak up if you have anything, boy." He walked behind the house and became a little impatient. "I still have to work and don't have time to play house."

"You can't go, Mr. Wood." After Salomon confirmed that there was no one around, "I'm sorry, I can't let any werewolf leave alive."

Just a small bite, the dirty saliva will bury the curse of beast-turning diseases under the skin of normal people. Wait for the full moon, a new werewolf will appear, and then repeat and continue this cycle.

This is something that cannot be tolerated.

"Are you a wizard? Damn it! I knew that wizards are all freaks!" He said angrily, "Listen, I have not contacted other werewolfs long ago, OK? I didn't voluntarily work for Angel. What can I do! I was a werewolf when I was born! So was my dad! So was my grandfather! If I don't work for her, I will die!

And Angel has been missing for 31 years! I finally got rid of them! Now, I am an ordinary fisherman! I go fishing to support my family, save money to support my children to go to school, and I did nothing!”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood. No matter what your difficulties are, living werewolfs in this world is original sin." Salomon said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee that you won't bite, or even your child won't bite."

The werewolf panicked, he spread his hands and said, "Hey, hey, listen, I haven't bitten anyone, I really don't. My child is not a werewolf either, I promise! I would rather sell my soul to a devil than make my child a werewolf."

Wood, who has worked under Angelique's hands, knows the terror of the wizard, and even the werewolf will be scared of the power and cruelty of the witch.

According to their own fathers, Angeli has lived for two hundred years, and during those two hundred years, she still remained young and strong. Wood felt that the wizard in front of him was the same. He seemed young, but in fact he lived for many years.

"I will verify it myself," Salomon did not waver at all because of the werewolf's defense, "but you must die here. I am not a wild mage like Angeliko, I am from Kamataj, your existence violates the laws of the Supreme Mage."

"F*uck! F*uck! I did nothing!" He yelled and quietly moved his foot to Salomon.

Magic requires singing, approaching the wizards at the fastest speed, and interrupting their magic is the best way to do so.

This was the solution his father had conceived when he wanted to resist Anqi. Although he disappeared before he could betray Anqi, it was the time when this method came in handy.

"Bang--!" The dull blood-collision sounded suddenly, and the werewolf's head was slapped and hit the grass, then bounced up again, and then was slapped, pushing the grass out of a shallow pit.

The sudden blow made him dizzy and almost lost consciousness. He was knocked to the ground before he could even deform. Salomon's hard climbing of a tiger had already caused him to have a concussion. Wood only saw everything in front of him shaking and becoming blurred. His ears were filled with beeping. Even though he tried to breathe, he still couldn't even lift his hands.

"I will bear all sins." Salomon put away his posture, and he walked forward, stepped on the werewolf's neck, pinned the werewolf's jaw with his toes, so as to prevent the werewolf from raising his head and biting his ankle.

The secret wizard leaned over and pressed his palm on the werewolf's temple, and he said, "Farewell forever, Mr. Wood."

"Woo...hehe..." But the werewolf didn't hear what Salomon was saying at all, and Salomon did not wait for the werewolf's response. He took out a short dagger from his waist and pushed the sharp blade to the side of Wood's head.

"Farewell, Mr. Wood." He said again. Then, his other palm hit the end of the dagger hard, and the sharp blade instantly sank into the werewolf's temple.

Salomon felt the werewolf under his feet twitching for a few times and stopped moving. He pulled out his dagger, wiped the blade clean on Wood's clothes, and then retracted it into the scabbard around his waist.

This is the weakest werewolf he has ever hunted.

"Aren't you bored sitting like this?" The driver sat back into the car with a bottle of beer and a bottle of Coke. It was obvious that he went to the vending machine. He handed the Coke to Salomon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Hold it, it's ice."

Salomon pulled the pull ring and touched the can with the driver.

"Cheers! Huh--it's so fucking good!" The driver suddenly poured half a bottle of beer, and he asked Salomon, "Where are you going next?"

"Whatever, the work is done." Salomon breathed, closing his eyes and leaning against the seat.

Just now, he killed more than one werewolf.

How could a werewolf's child be an ordinary person?
Chapter completed!