A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

After figuring out the cause and effect of the matter, Zuo Si took a deep breath to let his rising blood pressure drop slightly. He raised his head and stared into Alena's eyes: "Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"No. I admit that I did overreact at the time, but these guys are not innocent."

Alaina did not try to quibble, and openly admitted the mistakes she had made.

After all, she had promised to only drink and not cause trouble.

But unfortunately, as a person who is used to doing whatever he wants, it is not easy to stay calm when alcohol is on his mind.

What's more, this impulsive and irritable character comes from the nature of the warlock's blood, and there is no way to change it.

"Very good! Since you admit that you made a mistake, you must be ready to accept punishment, right?" Zuo Si continued to ask.

Obviously, he planned to use this incident as an excuse to directly establish his authority to ensure that this entourage with a troublesome character would obey orders seriously in the future, instead of causing a big mess after leaving the whole morning like he did now.

Although technically a fight in a tavern is no big deal.

Many adventurers and mercenaries will wave their fists to defend their dignity and honor when provoked.

But the problem is that Zuo Si himself hates this senseless cathartic violence.

In his view, the meaning of battle is either to defend oneself against attacks from the enemy, or to completely eliminate the opponent once and for all.

But what about the tavern fight?

Usually just beating people until they lose the ability to fight back then stops, which is simply a waste of time and energy.

If one day, Zuo Si is forced to fight with others in the tavern, then in half a minute at most, all of them will turn into lifeless corpses.

Fighting means killing!

Fighting means death!

This was a concept that Archmage Asta repeatedly emphasized and instilled when he was in the floating city tower, and it deeply influenced and reshaped his behavioral habits.

"Oh - whatever. Who makes you the master?" Alena sighed helplessly, pretending to be at the mercy of others. "What kind of punishment do I need to receive?"

"It's very simple! From now on, you are prohibited from touching all alcoholic beverages! Until you show enough self-control to ensure that similar situations will not happen again."

Zuo Si thought for a few seconds and quickly announced his decision.

He felt that the culprit of today's incident, apart from the lecherous sailors lying on the ground and wailing, was alcohol, which can make people lose their ability to control themselves.

If it weren't for the influence of alcohol on the brain, it would definitely not have developed to the point where it almost demolished the entire hotel.

As soon as she heard that she was going to ban alcohol, Alena immediately showed an expression of pain and despair.

But in the end, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay! I accept it! But what to do with these sailors who take the initiative to cause trouble? They should at least bear more than half of the responsibility."

"Don't worry! These sailors will pay the price for their actions. Yelnia! Go to Chief Aipke and ask him to help notify the owner of the merchant ship these sailors belong to to pay for the ransom. If within two hours If the hotel owners don’t get enough compensation, then they will all be thrown into the sewers and fed to rats.”

Zuo Si gave the order directly to the shadow assassin hiding in his shadow.

From the beginning to the end, he ignored the sailors who had sperm on their heads and were knocked to the ground.

They don't even care whether these guys will be disabled or die due to excessive injuries.

Because they deserve it and deserve no sympathy at all.

In this way, Zuo Si quickly dealt with the commotion in the hotel in a cold and decisive manner.

Then he took people to another hotel a few streets away to have something to eat, and at the same time released the leopard's summons, planning to upgrade this creature card before departure.

He then rented several carriages, took Alena, the werewolves and several sturdy iron cages with him, and headed straight to the open wilderness outside the city wall.

After finding a relatively flat place, Zuo Si began to carefully draw the magic symbols and patterns needed for the ceremony.

As for the soldiers and the half-orc Rhett, they were left to deal with the aftermath.

After about four hours of arrangement, the preparatory part of the entire magic ceremony was finally completed near evening.

After repeatedly checking and confirming that there were no mistakes, Zuo Si then ordered the little wolves waiting aside: "Go to the cage before the sun sets. When the moon comes out, you should start to lose control of yourself." The animal inside me.”

"Master, can this magic ritual really keep us sane on a full moon night?" Fangus asked in an uncertain tone.

As a born werewolf who inherited lycanthropy from her parents, as she grows older, she increasingly feels the sharp conflict between her rationality and her bestiality.

Especially at night, I often can't help but transform into a half-human, half-wolf, or full wolf form, wanting to chase, bite and kill prey, and craving the taste of blood.

If she could get rid of this trouble and torture and have her transformation completely controlled by her subjective consciousness, then the girl would be willing to pay any price.

Zuo Si confidently replied: "Of course! I spent thousands of gold coins inside and out. First I bought research notes from the Druid Transformation Master, and then purchased many materials, spell scrolls and potions needed for the ritual. Today After that, you and your people will be free from lycanthropy forever."

"Thank you for everything you have done! In the name of the clan! We will always be loyal to you! Work for you! If anyone dares to betray! Let him be torn to pieces by the fangs of the wolves!"

The werewolf girl knelt on one knee, her expression serious and serious.

And the little werewolves behind her also knelt down together.

Different from the previous "slave" and "master" relationship, this is a kind of recognition and allegiance from the heart, and it is very binding.

Because in Faerûn, a world filled with magical power and gods, if someone solemnly swears an oath and deliberately fails to abide by it, there is a high probability that he will suffer a curse backlash.

"I accept your allegiance. But if you want to serve me, you still need time to grow and learn many things."

After saying that, Zuo Si reached out and touched the thick, long black hair on the girl's head.

After eating well for several days, Fangus has lost the skinny look he had when he first met him.

This fifteen-year-old girl now has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and her inconspicuous muscles contain amazing explosive power.

If there wasn't always a lingering wildness in her eyes, I guess putting on a beautiful dress would definitely attract the attention of many members of the opposite sex.

Upon hearing the word "study", many little werewolves showed the painful expressions on their faces that are characteristic of "students".

Fanges even blushed and took the initiative to suggest: "Master, I think there is no use in learning those words. It is better to use your time to practice combat skills."

"No! You are wrong!

Knowledge is a powerful force at any time.

Even if you don't like studying, you should at least learn to read and write Common Language, and how to identify animals, plants, fungi, and various footprints in the wild.

Of course, it would be better if someone could get nature's favor and become a ranger or druid. "

Zuo Si bluntly stated his expectations for this group of little wolves.

It's not that he has any prejudice against warrior professions, but the racial characteristics of werewolves determine that they are more suitable to develop in the direction of rangers or druids.

Only those who cannot become a ranger or a druid will consider the former.