My bloodline is so eager to improve.

We must proceed with caution.

Just as Michael and Luvia were discussing whether to send the werewolf girl to a special care facility, Otto voiced his own thoughts.

"Could I take care of it for you?"

Upon hearing this, both Maika and Luvia were stunned and turned to look at Otto.

"Of course, I'm not talking about direct care."

Otto quickly explained.

"I hope to send her to the village where I used to live, Lot Village."

I will provide her with enough money for living expenses, at least enough for her to recover slowly there.

Otto remembered the last words of the giant wolves of Delauri, and the pleading look in the girl's eyes when she looked at him earlier.

The girl immediately stopped acting up when she saw him, as if he had become her only support in this strange world.

Now that Otto had obtained the Breath of the Azure Moon, he naturally couldn't just sit idly by.

Having said all she could say, Luvia patiently offered the following advice:

"She doesn't seem to speak human language, so there will probably be a lot of trouble getting along with her. She'll need a patient person to take care of her."

Upon hearing this, Otto simply nodded and said:

Please rest assured.

The elderly people in the village love children and are very patient with them.

Otto figured that while he could let Lance go, Grandma Roxanne would surely take good care of the wolf girl.

Seeing this, Maika and Luvia stopped objecting.

Otto, of course, had no intention of wasting any more time. He immediately asked Michael to return to the team and planned to head to Lot Village as soon as possible.

After all, judging from what Luvia said, the wolf girl's condition is now stable; she just needs a quiet environment to recover. It would be best to leave here as soon as possible.

As for the problem of hands and feet, Otto could only ask Una for help. She was an excellent alchemist and might be able to create suitable prosthetics for the werewolf.

However, just as Otto was planning his next move, Michael seemed to remember something and patiently said to Otto:

"Yes, you do need to rest for a few days."

However, before that, you need to go to the Adventurers' Guild to submit your report and finish this matter.

Don't worry, Eileen will be your contact person and will listen to your reports.

But Maika hesitated, as if he was about to say something, when Goren grabbed his shoulder.

"Master Michael, don't reveal your surprise prematurely."

Goren smiled as he looked at Otto, a sly glint in his eyes.

"You have no idea, but after this incident ended, you already have your own title."

Upon hearing this, Otto became somewhat expectant.

It's important to know that a qualified adventurer must have their own title.

This is both an affirmation of one's own abilities and a powerful certificate for attracting business in the future or switching to other industries.

Otto asked Goren about his title with some curiosity, but Goren waved his hand and said mysteriously:

"You'll find out when you get to the Adventurers' Guild."

Chapter 126 Farewell and Greetings (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Seeing this, Otto didn't say anything more, but planned to push the wheelchair back to his room to change his clothes first.

But right after the group left, something strange happened in the wolf girl's room.

Illusory ghosts quietly appeared, and the souls of the Delari giant wolves almost filled the entire ward.

Their figures were exceptionally clear in the sunlight. Some nuzzled affectionately against the wolf girl's haggard face, while others warily looked around, as if guarding their most precious treasure.

The largest and tallest wolf at the head was the leader of the Delauri wolf pack.

It looked directly into the wolf girl's eyes, its amber pupils filled with tenderness and reluctance.

It lowered its head and gently nuzzled the wolf girl's cheek with its massive skull, patiently instructing her:

"Remember that guard's name, Son of the Wolf."

Even the goddesses of March cannot foresee his fate; his life is shrouded in mystery.

The giant wolf was about to say something more, but just then, the cawing of crows rang out from outside the window.

A black crow had somehow appeared on the windowsill, its jet-black eyes calmly watching the giant wolves, as if trying to stop them from continuing.

Seeing this, the lead giant wolf only showed a hint of dejection in its eyes.

It offered a gentle smile to the wolf girl before it.

"The glory of Delaware is with you."

May the goddesses of March bless you.

With the declaration of farewell, the souls of the giant wolves, like dandelions scattered by the wind, slowly dissipated into the air.

The ravens, on the other hand, rose with the wind, carrying their souls, and vanished into the void.

No one knows what happened here.

Even the wolf girl, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, could not see the final appearance of these souls before her.

It was as if only the gentle breeze lingering around her ears faintly echoed the last words of her family.

The wolf girl was gently awakened by the breeze, and she looked with difficulty at the bright sun outside the window.

Golden light shone on her face, outlining her delicate yet haggard features, and two hot tears couldn't help but slide down the corners of the girl's eyes.

The wolf girl knew very well that her tears were not from pain.

But she couldn't say for sure who these tears were for.

It was as if something precious had been lost forever from the depths of my heart.

Meanwhile, in the distant southern border of the continent, in the palace of a certain lord.

A burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the palace.

An obese man, clutching the magnificent robe draped over his body, ignored the attempts of his favored concubine to stop him and desperately rushed towards a forbidden direction deep within the palace.

His face was contorted with a fanatical expression, his eyes filled with anticipation and fear.

He arrived at a huge bronze door, carved with intricate and eerie patterns, exuding an unsettling aura.

The man took out a simple, old-fashioned key that he always carried with him and inserted it into the lock with trembling hands.

Click.

With a crisp click, the door lock was opened.

The man pushed open the door forcefully, and a long-sealed aura rushed out.

A thick layer of ash had accumulated on the gate, and the moment it was opened, it rushed out like a sandstorm, making the concubine cough involuntarily.

But after the dust settled, the concubine following behind the man saw a bizarre scene.

Behind the door was a huge circular plaza.

The entire space is covered with pure white stone slabs, polished smooth as a mirror.

But there was no decoration, no statues, no murals, not even a single pillar.

In the very center of the square, there stood a solitary door, all empty.

This bizarre scene left the concubine feeling as if she were seeing things.

She rubbed her eyes, staring at everything in disbelief.

"My lord, what... what is this?"

The concubine asked, trembling, her voice filled with fear.

But the lord ignored her, his eyes fixed on the door in the center of the square, a look of infatuation on his face.

He had already entered the room, and the concubine had no choice but to muster her courage and follow her lord into this wondrous space.

The sound of their footsteps echoed across the empty square, sounding particularly eerie.

The concubine followed closely behind the lord, not daring to look around.

Only when she got close to the door frame did she dare to raise her head and carefully observe the empty decoration.

"Sir, why did you put this door frame here?"

The concubine asked curiously.

She remembered that this was a place the lord strictly forbade anyone from trespassing, and those who disobeyed would be killed without exception.

But why did the lord suddenly bring me here today?

Moreover, why would there be an empty door frame in such a heavily guarded place?

Just as the concubine was about to say something, the lord suddenly drew a dagger from his waist.

A flash of cold light.

Before the concubine could even react, a sharp dagger had already severed her throat.

Warm blood gushed out, splashing onto the pure white stone slab and the lord's magnificent robe.

The concubine stared in disbelief at the man who had been tenderly cuddling with her just minutes before.

She wanted to scream, to question, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came from her throat.

But what terrified her even more was that she could feel her blood leaving her body at an eerie speed, as if it were being constantly drained away by some indescribable force.

Her vision began to blur, and her life force was rapidly fading away.

In the instant she fell, she saw that her blood did not flow on the stone slab, but instead, as if it possessed a life of its own, slowly flowed into the door frame, forming a thin film of blood on the surface of the door frame.

"Ah, how beautiful."

At this moment, the concubine felt no fear, sadness, or anger.

Her consciousness was drawn by a powerful and mysterious force, leaving her only with heartfelt admiration for the door.

She murmured, using her last strength to express her love to a door.

Praise the door!

Praise be to the purple of hunger!

As love welled up, the sparkle in the concubine's eyes gradually faded.

Ultimately, her body was completely turned into a mummified corpse.

At that moment, the blood-red door showed a slight ripple.

The bloated lord suddenly knelt on the ground, pressing his forehead tightly against the cold stone slab like the most devout person, making a trembling sound.

"Welcome to my great master."

The lord's praise, however, received no response.

After an unknown amount of time, the lord finally raised his head tremblingly and looked at the mysterious door.

What lay before him was not some indescribable terror.

Only a slender, fair hand slowly reached out from the door.

In that hand, she held a beautiful, vibrant red rose.

"Well?

My great master, what does this mean?

The lord was puzzled. He scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

"I'm not good at solving riddles."

It seems I need to do some serious research on this.