Upon hearing this, Simon and the others tied the half-dead Werewolf to the roof of the second carriage.
After the vehicles drove away, another Werewolf and a disheveled middle-aged man appeared around the corner of the dark street nearby.
After the Werewolf deactivated his transformation, the two looked at each other. Both remained extremely calm, showing no signs of mutual blame, guilt, or sadness. This was because at this moment, they were utterly shocked, terrified, and relieved.
They were relieved that they hadn't acted on their ill intentions just now. They were terrified that a Sequence 7 'Werewolf' of the Mutant Pathway had been beaten half to death in a single encounter—
While the two were still shocked by the scene, for some unknown reason, the Sequence 7 Werewolf Beyonder transformed back into a Werewolf and lunged at his 'partner.'
Perhaps due to the surprise attack, the disheveled male Beyonder did not last long before dying at the hands of his companion.
Less than two seconds after confirming his death, the Werewolf also collapsed straight to the ground.
The Beyonder characteristic then seeped out at an unnaturally fast speed.
About a few minutes later, several more people in tattered clothes fled to this spot.
After waiting anxiously for a few seconds, an adult male with messy brown hair was forced to give up waiting, taking only the Werewolf's Beyonder characteristic with him.
The next day, after Altair kissed Vivian goodbye at the villa entrance, she arrived at the manor's 'underground detention center.'
Of course, 'detention center' was its modern name; before Roselle Gustav pushed through legal reforms, they were called dungeons, torture chambers, manor court annex lockups—
After a few steps, Altair reached the underground entrance of the manor's detention center.
When the guard opened the iron gate, Altair heard the piercing screech of rusted iron bars that had fallen into disrepair closing behind her.
Not long after entering the main gate, Altair heard the sounds of interrogation coming from the torture chamber and smelled a strong scent of blood.
Ever since smelling that blood, it felt as if a small beast inside Altair's body was constantly scratching at her heart with its claws—placing her in an extremely peculiar, excited state.
—
As if her heart were longing for something, following this instinct, Altair lightly lifted her skirt. Her steps became smaller and faster as she impatiently burst into the torture chamber.
Upon entering, the first thing Altair saw was the 'Prisoner' tied to the torture chair with iron chains.
However, to Altair's disappointment, the interrogation had already ended. A doctor and a'Soother' were doing their best to treat the 'Prisoner.'
When Simon saw Altair enter, he immediately and respectfully handed over the interrogation results.
"Jeremy Steel, male, 29 years old, commoner class. Member of the Indulgence Faction of the Rose School of Thought from the Southern Continent. Prisoner Pathway, Sequence 7 Werewolf, promoted six months ago—"
"Stationed in Bayam, the City of Generosity and capital of the Rorsted Archipelago—"
"Came to Backlund this time under orders from the Indulgence Faction demigod, Jax, to assist other members in hunting down the Temperance Faction traitors: Sequence 5 Wraith Sharon, Sequence 7 Werewolf Maric—"
"The reason for intercepting the carriage was a desire to make some extra cash before completing the mission—"
The more Altair read the intelligence, the more she wanted to laugh. To think they wanted to rob her just because her clothes looked expensive—
If she looked good enough, they even planned to rape then kill her—and after finishing the hunt for the traitors, they intended to stay in Backlund to establish a stronghold and develop believers.—
As she read, Altair couldn't help but let out a chilling laugh. She then looked at the people nearby and said, "Give him some good medicine that can continuously restore flesh. And you, go call in a few more people with stabilizing and'soothing' mental abilities. I want to have some proper fun."
After saying this, Altair turned to look at the torture instruments on the side: leather whips, caltrop whips, branding irons, splints, bone crushers—
She began selecting them as if she were shopping. After picking up a leather whip, she tested how to best apply force—
Once everyone was ready, Altair directly began the 'game.'
As the intensity of the game deepened, the Prisoner's miserable screams drifted through the slightly ajar door, gradually reaching the dungeon entrance—
Near noon, Altair was forced to end the game because she felt that playing any longer today would no longer help digest the 'Pleasure' potion.
Tossing the caltrop whip aside, Altair said to Simon, "Keep giving him the good medicine. I'm not done playing yet—"
After speaking, Altair left the dungeon with light, cheerful dance steps.
However, her behavior did not strike anyone as elegant or pleasing to the eye. After all, no one would appreciate a 'mad young girl' covered in blood and dancing, no matter how beautiful she was.
Returning to the manor villa, after a quick wash, Irene brought a visitor's letter from Bishop Electra of the Church of the Night.
Altair glanced through it and understood his purpose. He planned to come this afternoon on behalf of the Church of the Night to consult, inquire, and comfort Altair, as well as handle the 'Werewolf attack incident.'
After understanding the main content of the letter, Altair went to the study and began writing a reply to Bishop Electra to confirm the meeting time for this afternoon.
Although it was phrased as a mutual consultation to determine a time, it was effectively a notification.
After handling the morning worship for the believers, the church's clerics basically had the afternoon and evening as personal time.
It could be said that being a church cleric was the most relaxed, leisurely, and safest job of this era.
The only drawback and barrier to entry was that they only accepted students who graduated from their own 'Theological Seminary.'
Without such restrictions, the believers coming to apply for a 'cleric job' every day would trample the church's threshold into dust.
As for why they didn't just come to the door and forcibly give Altair a 'Klein'-style hypnosis consultation...
It could only be said that their 'backgrounds and social statuses' were different. In a sense, Altair was a special person with connections.
Furthermore, if Bishop Electra and the others did that, they would violate the 'Church Limitation Act' and the 'Nobility Protection Act.' There was no need for them to go looking for trouble.
After finishing the letter and sealing it with hot wax, Altair prepared to hand it to Irene, who was waiting nearby.
But seeing Irene's current appearance, Altair couldn't help but feel a teasing thought. Thus, while handing over the letter, she deliberately pulled her into her embrace.
She whispered breathily into her ear, "Irene, how is your body's recovery?"