Chapter 80: Ways to Make Money
The melodious wolf howl, mournful and lingering, eventually faded. By the time Lothar arrived, alerted by the commotion, Hans had already neatly donned the equipment he had taken off.
He picked up the bent arming sword from the ground, his face full of heartache. Although his quality had leaped to five-star, this arming sword, which had accompanied him to this world, had not been enhanced; it was still just an ordinary weapon.
"Don't feel bad about it. I'll have Marlus forge a good sword for you." Lothar approached the werewolf's corpse, somewhat amazed at its massive size. He looked at Hans and asked, "You killed it?"
"Mm." An expression that was a complex mix of expecting praise and fearing blame appeared on Hans's face.
'Still a child at heart,' Lothar thought with a sigh, but his face showed a stern expression. "Next time, remember to notify me in advance. Don't act rashly. Prioritize your own safety above all else."
