"Rudolf, don't leave. Let's slack off together."

  The policewoman, Kalita, has been in a good mood these days. Rudolf has been chatting with her frequently recently, which has added some interest to her otherwise dull work.

  Slacking off during working hours is indeed one of the great pleasures in life.

  Rudolf also longed to continue the conversation. He needed to interact with others to counteract the side effects of the zombie's bite.

  However, Rudolf had already noticed that an important figure had entered the police station.

  Mr. Pulley, the Red Priest of Lemang Town, had arrived at the police station. There was only one week left until the full moon sacrifice in December, but the police station had done nothing, and the sacrifice had not been prepared yet.

  Sheriff Claude respectfully saw off Mr. Pulley, the Red Priest. Rudolf followed behind, carefully observing this Red Priest.

  Every month's full moon sacrifice was presided over by Mr. Pulley, the Red Priest. Mr. Pulley was a middle-aged man with a pale face, almost bloodless. Except during the sacrificial ceremony, there were few opportunities to see the Red Priest.

  Mr. Pulley, the Red Priest, continuously emphasized the importance of the sacrifice, and Sheriff Claude kept nodding in agreement.

  After seeing off the Red Priest, Sheriff Claude wore a worried expression on his face.

  "Rudolf, how's the progress on finding clues about the sacrifice recently?"

  "I've been working extremely hard, searching day and night. But unfortunately, there are still no clues for now."

  "Day and night?" Claude said with a hint of suspicion.

  "I heard that these past few nights, you were either in the tavern or at the bathhouse. I heard that Boss Bass at the bathhouse has hired some female masseuses with good figures from Fabro City. How was it?"

  Rudolf perked up immediately: "That's going too far! There's such a thing? Why didn't Boss Bass tell me?"

  "Do you have the money?" Sheriff Claude asked a soul-stirring question.

  "No..."

  Rudolf realized that the strong liquor and the bathhouse were truly enjoyable, but they also cost a lot of money. His meager savings were quickly running out.

  Perhaps Boss Bass knew that Rudolf was short of money, so he didn't recommend the new services to him.

  "Alright then, Rudolf. Tomorrow, you'll come with me to the wilderness and see if we can find a werewolf. Yesterday, we received a letter from the Druids. They believe that something bad is happening in the wilderness," Sheriff Claude said.

  "If we can successfully find a werewolf, I can allocate more funds to you."

  "It's a deal!"

  The next day, Sheriff Claude and Rudolf, each on a horse, left Lemang Town.

  This was the first time Rudolf had been away from the town since he had crossed over.

  For ordinary people, the wilderness meant danger, as it was ruled by various heretical apostles.

  Claude and Rudolf rode on. They came across the first farm.

  The farms closer to the town were safer because they could quickly receive help from the town and the police station.

  Although Sheriff Claude was rather informal and joked with everyone in the police station, his strength was indeed remarkable.

  When the farmer saw the sheriff coming, he quickly left the cowshed and came to the roadside, presenting a jug of milk to both the sheriff and Rudolf.

  "Sheriff Claude, it's been a while since you last came to patrol here!"

  While the sheriff was chatting with the farmer, Rudolf observed the two people behind the farmer.

  This farm was quite powerful, as it had even hired two Druids.

  They had their upper bodies bare, their skin tanned dark by the sun, and their muscles were prominently bulging.

  Sweat droplets were trickling down their robust pectoral muscles.

  As the old saying goes, excessive fitness attracts the same gender. Rudolf's eyes followed those few sweat droplets, and his fixed gaze made the two Druids turn around.

  As soon as they turned around, there was a tinkling sound.

  The Druids were wearing skirts on their lower bodies, and the skirts were hung with metal pieces, stone pieces, animal teeth, some bones, and so on using thick hemp ropes.

  In addition to the two Druids with rugged adornments, the two huge brown bears following behind them were also particularly noticeable.

  These were the Druids. They were the guardians of the wilderness. Places like farms would recruit some Druids to protect their farmland, cattle, and sheep. Besides managing their own territories, the Druid tribes were also willing to send people to guard these farms in exchange for rewards.

  Soon, the sheriff finished his pleasantries with the farmer, and Sheriff Claude also learned some details.

  "Let's go, Rudolf. We need to hurry up."

  Sheriff Claude whipped the horse with his riding crop and began to pick up speed. Rudolf quickly followed suit.

  As they galloped on the road on horseback, they became more and more uneasy.

  There were very few caravans on the road, which was abnormal.

  Lemang Town was a town on the southern outskirts of Fabro City. Those who wanted to enter Fabro City from the south would inevitably pass through Lemang Town.

  The fact that they hadn't encountered any caravans on the road now indicated that the caravans had found that something was wrong on the road and had changed their plans.

  This was also in line with what was said in the letter the Druids had sent to Sheriff Claude.

  Something very bad was happening in the wilderness.

  Half a day later, Rudolf arrived at the most remote farm in Lemang Town.

  The more remote the farm was, the more barren and dangerous it was.

  In the farm, there were skeletons of cattle and sheep that had been torn apart everywhere.

  Sheriff Claude motioned for Rudolf to pick up the shotgun, as there might be danger here.

  These bite marks were left by werewolves. Only a pack of werewolves led by an alpha werewolf could so completely break through the farm's defenses.

  "We're too late..."

  Sheriff Claude opened the gate of the wooden fence of the farm and entered the farm.

  "There was a fight here," the sheriff said, standing beside the pile of corpses.

  Rudolf looked at the corpses on the ground, which included the farm's hunting dogs, the Druids' giant bears, and the farm family.

  The giant bear was already dead. It had a fatal wound on its throat, with black and red flesh turned inside out, and there were wounds all over its body.

  The giant bear's internal organs had been emptied and eaten. It seemed that werewolves really liked animal internal organs.

  Rudolf looked around and pointed at a big tree: "Sheriff! There's the remains of a Druid up there!"

  The Druids all dressed in a similar way, with bare upper bodies and skirts adorned everywhere.

  "Werewolves and Druids are hostile to each other. They hate each other. After they kill a Druid, they will hang the Druid high up as a way to show off their strength."

  There were no leaves on the tree in winter, only branches. This made the remains of the Druid very obvious.

  The Druid's blood flowed down the trunk, and a section of the tree trunk was stained red, which was very eye-catching.

  A cold wind blew, making Rudolf shiver.

  Rudolf looked at the Druid on the branches of the big tree and was very afraid that one day his identity as a wizard would be exposed.

  He didn't want to associate with heretical apostles like werewolves.

  "Sheriff, what should we do next?"

  Sheriff Claude said, "Wait. The battle here happened last night. Soon, people from the surrounding Druid tribes will come, and we'll deal with this werewolf attack together with them."