"Lord Luf, what's the matter?"
Noticing the slightly dazed werewolf, Hank the manager curiously asked.
Werewolf Luf quickly came to his senses, bowed slightly to Hank, and said,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hank, I just remembered there is something I haven't dealt with back in the tribe and I need to leave for a bit."
Having said this, he didn't wait for a response, stood up, left the tent, and hurried towards Silver Mining City.
In Silver Mining City, in the old mining district where civilians gathered,
a Sub-human community of considerable size had already formed over the past year, with the Blood Wolf Tribe that moved north and the Sub-human miners of the Castel mines at its core.
On the old streets, where Sub-human residents could be seen everywhere, they all stopped and paid their respects upon seeing Luf hurrying into the neighborhood, extending their right hands to their chests, sketching the symbol of a rose.
Werewolf Luf did not linger.
