
At the other end of the crowd, residents saw Author killing a wolf, and a photographer photographed Author and reported the incident. The author doesn't care about shooting him to him. He would just go to his house without a word. The man who had called himself in his house was also excited at the success of "Hohoho.... Authors. I told you you'd make it"
"Be quiet William, you never even helped me"
"huh, what's wrong with you?"
in front of his house was an anthropomorphic white wolf. He just finished taking care of his group.This wolf is his lover Author
"Waverley?" The author said with surprise to see her return. He had just finished hunting the wolves that were messing around in the city. Waverley smiled, then looked towards the claws of Author's hand holding the wolf's head "Hey dear, just finished hunting huh?".
Near them William listened to his talk. The author glanced at William and he was a little upset that he couldn't act like a human when he disguised himself as a human "William, just go back to your original form. You don't know how to be human"
"Hey, mind your own business. At least I have eyes". Then he got away from them both.
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Inside the Mansion, Author goes to a room where he uses it to store some collection of creatures he killed or did not kill. It was like the skin of a fox he had met in the middle of a forest. He kept it because the nature of this item was so strange. Somehow this fox died leaving his skin without making a scratch or wound on him. Even his personal book cannot answer this question.
for the head of a Wolf, he placed it on an ordinary table that was usually used to take some of the power that was inside the objects he encountered. then put into his personal book as a backup energy when his personal book ran out of power.
Waverley in a Mansion's library. He was sitting on a wooden chair reading his favorite book. He then drank a cup of warm tea on the wooden table. The author comes up to him and asks "Hey, uh, who. I haven't helped you break a skull from that wolf". Waverley postponed reading the book. He remembered he used to have a sword that could split shadow creatures easily "Well, honestly I have one sword but nowhere. I searched everywhere for my sword but I couldn't find it. What about your sword? can't it?"
"Yes, it could be just the second!his tan was sucked by my sword"
Waverley nodded small. Then he thought about the meat from the wolf's head "Oh yeah maybe we can have dinner with the wolf's meat"
"oh wait, you like shadowy wolf meat?"
"hehehehe. you've forgotten about the meat of the nightmares has a sweeter and more delicious taste than ordinary meat"
"oh yeah that's. I forgot"
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In the evening the author forgot about the power that was in the wolf's brain. The power will not disappear if it is not used. With Waverley he ate the flesh of a wolf's head with great happiness.
Just this time he realized that all this meat he left behind was thrown away in vain because it had been taken by other Humans to dispose of so as not to make a mess.