95: Chapter 95 Settling Accounts 95: Chapter 95 Settling Accounts Leon watched as the Evil Wolf caught up, certain that the werewolf, now with blood-red eyes, had lost all sense of reason, driven entirely by a lust for killing.

He pondered for a moment whether to activate the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy; although its duration was not long, it was enough for him to get far away.

Considering the uneven terrain of the Dark Territory, the Evil Wolf would take several times longer to catch up with him.

However, Leon quickly discarded the idea.

It was one thing to leave behind the Evil Wolf and the Behir, leisurely heading off to the Dark Territory on his own, but to use the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy to flee from an uncontrolled werewolf was another matter…

He was not afraid to face anyone.

Should he just kill the Evil Wolf?

People are intimidated by those stronger than them, goods depreciate against better goods, and the Evil Wolf may not be a good person, but at least he had principles when taking money for jobs.

He had agreed to take him to the Dark Territory and kept his word, even thoughtfully reminding him to leave early to avoid the uncontrolled Werewolf Form.

Knowing to share the spoils after killing the Behir, in Crossroads City, he could certainly be considered a breath of fresh air.

Leon found it hard to proceed with the attack.

Suddenly thinking of something, Leon nodded.

At the same time, as the Evil Wolf darted out of the cave into the Dark Territory and saw that Leon wasn’t fleeing but standing still, it accelerated even more.

Using its limbs, it leaped several meters in one go, subconsciously opening its mouth to bare its sharp fangs.

The uncontrolled urge to kill didn’t affect the Evil Wolf’s ability to think and judge; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to dodge the Behir’s attacks time after time.

Seeing that Leon hadn’t even reached for his sword but had thrown it aside, the Evil Wolf was a bit perplexed, but that didn’t slow him down.

Leon watched him and tugged at the corner of his mouth, then rapidly swelled in size, expanding to twice his original size, then three times, four times, five times…

The Evil Wolf finally sensed something was wrong and subconsciously slowed down.

A second passed, then two, then three.

Now, there was no longer anyone standing at the edge of the Dark Territory’s cliff, just an enormous beast, a ferocious Red Dragon towering there, nearly as tall as a three-story building.

Stretching out a claw, it conjured a greatsword out of thin air, creating a large pit when placed on the ground.

What was a Behir compared to this Red Dragon?

Merely a tiny Karami.

The Evil Wolf was driven by a killing rage, not solely by it, without other emotions.

A man who’s seen red in a killing frenzy might not be afraid of someone pointing a gun, but facing the barrel of a heavy Tiger tank, however crazed he may be, he’d come back to his senses.

The Evil Wolf wanted to stop, but it was too late, he couldn’t stop.

Even if he forced himself to halt, he still tumbled and rolled right before the Red Dragon.

Looking up, he saw the Red Dragon staring down at him, and hurriedly tried to turn around.

Leon, having seen the Evil Wolf battle the Behir, knew he could really run.

Releasing his hold on his sword’s hilt, he raised a claw and cast an immobilization spell, freezing the Evil Wolf in place.

Then, grabbing the Evil Wolf, he lifted him high and smashed him to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

Leon wasn’t sure if it had any effect and looked down to ask, “Feeling a bit more aware now?”

The Evil Wolf lay on the ground in silence, and after several seconds, his fur began to shorten, and his body started to shrink.

Surprisingly, it worked, and Leon was indeed taken aback.

So slapping a hysterical woman hard enough really could bring her back to her senses?

Was that actually true?

The Evil Wolf reverted from Werewolf Form to human form, and as he came around, Leon also returned to his human form.

“What…

what happened?” The Evil Wolf, clutching his head, rose to his feet and looked around in confusion.

“Leon, why are you here…

I remember I turned into a werewolf, then…

I killed the Behir…

I saw a Red Dragon, a sword-wielding Red Dragon.

I couldn’t move at all in front of him, and he grabbed me and slammed me to the ground.”

“That hurts,” the Evil Wolf touched himself all over, feeling as if every bone in his body had broken.

“So you remember what you did after you turned into a werewolf.” Leon couldn’t remember where he had seen that specific setting.

There were too many works featuring werewolves, which mentioned that werewolves would lose their memories of being in Werewolf Form, but it seemed to also relate to the werewolf’s strength.

“I used to remember…” The Evil Wolf, now in human form, sat cross-legged on the ground.

His upper clothing had split open when he turned into a werewolf, so he was bare-chested, although the abundance of fur on his body didn’t make much of a difference, naked or not.

“But I don’t remember this time; otherwise, why would I have seen a Red Dragon?”

“What’s the problem with seeing a Red Dragon?” Leon said.

“Isn’t there a Red Dragon right here?”

Hearing Leon’s words, the Evil Wolf’s heart skipped a beat as he looked nervously around.

Not seeing the dreadful shadow of the Red Dragon, he finally relaxed and said, “Don’t scare me, I can’t handle scares easily.”

“You were quite fierce when fighting the Behir, weren’t you?” Leon said with a smile.

“Can a Behir compare to a Red Dragon?

Not a bit…” Evil Wolf shook its head as it spoke, its head suddenly becoming stiff in mid-shake as it caught a glimpse of red from the corner of its eye.

“Why have you stopped talking?” Leon asked.

Evil Wolf took a deep breath and slowly turned to look at the red color; sure enough, there was a huge Red Dragon, leaving Evil Wolf at a loss for words.

“Don’t run around now…” Leon “kindly” reminded.

“I won’t move, I won’t move.” Evil Wolf quickly responded, not daring to move even with tingling feet.

The Red Dragon’s infamy is known throughout the world, and naturally, Evil Wolf is aware of how cruel and terrifying the Red Dragon can be.

“Why so nervous?” Leon said with a chuckle, “We were just having a nice chat, weren’t we?”

“No, it’s not that…” stammered Evil Wolf, “Now that you’ve reached the Dark Territory, I’m going back.”

This wasn’t a strict escort mission, simply guiding someone from Crossroads City to the Dark Territory, mainly passing through a swamp and a maze-like cave.

A quick move would take half a day, paying ten Gold Coins—that truly was a good job.

Who could have predicted beforehand?

A seemingly mundane mission turned out to deal with Dead Stinger Spiders and cave trolls, with even a Behir emerging.

Without transforming into a Werewolf, there’s no chance to fight a Behir.

Not knowing how many lives need to be taken to satisfy the lust for killing after transforming, and in the end, there’s a Red Dragon.

This Red Dragon was no ordinary Red Dragon; it knew transformation magic, all manner of strange Spells, so terrifying that it even knew how to trade instead of just mindlessly killing and plundering, its purpose surely wasn’t simple.

“You guided me to the Dark Territory, I gave you ten Gold Coins, the deal is done,” the Red Dragon stretched its head close to Evil Wolf, first to the left, then continued speaking after moving to the right, “You just tried to attack me, we haven’t settled that account yet.”

“I was controlled by the urge to kill at that time,” Evil Wolf said with difficulty, trying to justify, “I wanted you…

I mean, I wanted you to leave earlier.”

“I listened to you, I left, but you chased after me,” Leon raised his greatsword, chopping it into the ground, carving a deep trench, “And who isn’t controlled by the urge to kill when fighting and killing?

Does being controlled by the urge to kill absolve one of responsibility?”

Evil Wolf opened its mouth, unsure where to start, now only wishing to slap itself in the face.

Even if one wants to satisfy the urge to kill, shouldn’t the target be chosen carefully?

He thought that in the future, every time he turns into a Werewolf and wants to kill someone, he would remember what happened today and then lose the will to…

Perhaps it was for the best.

“How do you think this should be resolved?” Leon asked.

“Whatever you want,” Evil Wolf dared not bargain with Leon, no matter how reasonable Leon had seemed before.

After all, the Red Dragon’s notoriety runs too deep.

“You often travel through the Dark Territory, you must be very familiar with it,” Leon looked around; flying wasn’t possible in the Dark Territory, making it challenging to find anything without a clear view.

Evil Wolf hurriedly nodded: “Familiar.”

“You guide me, and I’ll let the matter of you charging at me go,” Leon glanced at Evil Wolf, quite liking him; as a Werewolf, he’s quite intriguing and strong, “If you do well, I am not averse to considering taking you as my underling, allowing you to become a subordinate of a Red Dragon different from others; one with wisdom, planning, strategy, and power, freeing you from the hardships of Crossroads City.”

Evil Wolf, hearing what Leon said, became dazed, looking at Leon with suspicion that his ears had misheard…

Wasn’t it supposed to be a demand for fealty?

He didn’t want to become a subordinate to a Red Dragon.

It was an opportunity to be taken as a Red Dragon’s subordinate?

Yes, although interacting for just half a day, this Red Dragon truly was extraordinary.

Under normal circumstances, becoming its subordinate wouldn’t be easy.

He’d been lucky to get this chance…

Not knowing what the Red Dragon was doing in the Dark Territory, he had to help it achieve its goal to have a chance, otherwise, he’d miss the opportunity.

“I’ll work hard,” a gleam shone in Evil Wolf’s eyes.

Leon smirked, truly, human nature always seems to be such—what’s easily obtained is not treasured.

A job offered for free raises suspicion of a trap, but pile on various conditions and they flock to it avidly.

Efreeti had agreed to serve him for thirty years, until he became a young dragon, the Salamanders couldn’t leave, and now Evil Wolf was a certainty, he’d merely taken them into his fold in passing…

Upon this thought, Leon nodded with satisfaction; his power was steadily growing.

It just felt as if he had forgotten something.