Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 158 Conspiracy
The young guard came from a village outside the city. A childhood friend of his in the village was unfortunately bitten by a werewolf. On a full moon night, the werewolf transformed into a werewolf, killed his parents, and fled the village, disappearing without a trace.

The village chief reported the matter to the Durag Federation, and the sheriff issued an arrest warrant, but due to the inaccurate portrait and low reward, there was no success.

Today, that werewolf suddenly entered the city with several refugees, claiming to be from Claw Bay.

This claim did not raise any doubts, because recently many refugees have been entering the city every day, ranging from dozens to hundreds, mostly from the city-state of Claw.

When a human transforms into a werewolf, his size and appearance change considerably, but the little guard who knows him well can see through it at a glance.

"Did we alert them?" Anser asked.

"Probably not. After the guard informed the captain, the captain didn't dare to follow them. After seeing them enter a house through binoculars, he immediately sent someone to inform them. They're waiting downstairs now," Quentin replied.

“Very good.” Anser paced back and forth, pondering the details.

It's not unusual for a werewolf to sneak into the city, but it's quite unusual for one to blend in with the refugees through the south gate, and to have accomplices.

Based on the warning from Emerald Green Garden yesterday, he felt that something was definitely going on.

He reached the end of the corridor, opened the window, and set up his "super-distance view," where the Am military camp, thirty or forty kilometers away, came into view.

The number of tents did not increase significantly, and there were not many people at the training ground. It seemed that there was not much difference from yesterday.

"Not an Ammunition?" he wondered, thinking that a werewolf wouldn't be so bold.

Fully-form werewolves are very strong, but their numbers are limited. If they want to take over Durag, no faction in the city will allow it. There is no possibility of coexistence, and they will surely be defeated.

"Do you have a way to identify werewolves?" Quentin felt that this was the most difficult part.

“Many spells can see through werewolves, but it’s a bit difficult to judge them by appearance alone. Werewolves have prominent canines, glowing red eyes, and thick fur, but these are not unique to them.” Anser shook his head slightly.

"Are werewolves afraid of silver and garlic?" Quentin pressed.

“They’re not afraid of garlic, but they are afraid of silver. Silver is equivalent to magical weapons, which are more damaging and can also weaken their self-healing ability,” Anser recalled.

“Then I will immediately have someone prepare, and at the same time notify all the members of parliament.”

"Go and bring that guard up here."

"Okay." Quentin quickly left.

Taking this opportunity, Anser focused his mind and cast the fourth-circle spell Arcane Eye, creating an invisible magical eye that floated in the air and was unharmed. He then manipulated it to fly towards the south gate.

All the scenery along the way was transmitted to his mind through a mental connection, even clearer than what he could see with his own eyes.

The Mystic Eye's movement speed was not fast, about the same as an ordinary person's running speed. Before it had run very far, the little guard came running up to it.

"Chairman... Chairman." He was not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, holding a long spear with a reserved posture.

"Don't be nervous, you've done a great job." Anser patted his shoulder, got up and went to the window on the other side of the room. "Do you know where the werewolves are?"

"I know." The young guard took a deep breath, his expression becoming much calmer.

Anser adjusted the "Super Vision" and handed it to him: "Point it out to me."

His room was very tall, and the south gate could be seen directly from this window.

"Yes." The guard put down his rifle, wiped the sweat from his palms haphazardly on his clothes, and then took the binoculars, looking towards the south gate.

The distant scenery seemed to be right in front of him, so clear it was unbelievable. The guard couldn't help but widen his eyes, and it took him a while to calm down and concentrate on finding his target.

“There.” He didn’t know how to describe it, holding binoculars in one hand and pointing forward with the other, “That, that yard, there’s a pile of wood in the corner, and the roof tiles are broken…”

After listening to his rambling description, Anser finally located the house.

He manipulated his magical eye to travel south, silently entering a house, passing through a hole in a dilapidated window, and entering the room.

The room was very dark, with poor lighting, but the Mystic Eyes possessed dark vision, allowing them to see the situation inside clearly. There were five people in the cabin: three human-like and two half-human, half-wolf, all eating half-raw, unidentified meat without saying a word.

'Ha, his beastly nature remains unchanged.'

He had just been thinking about how to identify werewolves and whether to try lip reading, but he didn't expect that they would reveal their true nature as soon as they hid in the room. He really overestimated his opponents.

Werewolves are monsters, and they feel more comfortable in their werewolf form.

Anser took out 10 gold coins from his treasure pouch and handed them to the young guard: "This is my personal reward for you. The next step is crucial. Go back and tell your captain not to make any rash moves. Make sure you hide well and don't let that werewolf recognize you."

"Yes... thank you, Chairman." The guard accepted the gold coins with both hands, excitedly grabbed his spear, and hurried away.

Anser suppressed his smile and continued to use his Arcane Eye to search the surrounding houses one by one. He didn't need to examine them carefully; he only needed to go in and take a look to get a general idea.

He took out a piece of paper, drew a sketch, and made notes as he looked up the information.

This method, though seemingly clumsy, was very effective, and he soon discovered traces of two more groups of werewolves.

Both groups consisted of five people, dressed in the same refugee attire. One group hid in the woodshed in the backyard rented to refugees, while the other group stayed in a hotel room, not going out, not causing trouble, and doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

'This is clearly organized,' Anser thought with a heavy heart.

He didn't know what the other party was planning or when they would launch their attack, but he knew he didn't have much time left.

Because werewolves have extremely unstable temperaments and find it difficult to control their rage or bloodlust, if he were the leader, he would never allow the werewolves to lie dormant for too long, as things would inevitably change over time.

He marked the spot and continued searching, eventually finding another group in an abandoned house.

This scene is a bit explosive: four male werewolves and one female werewolf are naked and having sex. The scene is crazy and intense, and they even bite each other when they get excited, drawing blood.

'There are 20 werewolves, and they all look like mature werewolves.'

If a werewolf has enough space, it can easily take on ten ordinary guards at once. However, it also needs to avoid being bitten, which makes the fight more restrictive.

Ta-da! Quentin returned, followed by Graham and Delos.

Dieiro's full name is Dieiro Pisaka, a Level 4 warrior and a member of the Federation Council. He comes from a noble family from elsewhere and keeps a low profile, running a timber and furniture business.

“We’ve notified everyone. Should we call in the guards?” Quentin suggested.

“This isn’t so simple.” Anser handed him the sketch and said in a deep voice, “I’ve found four groups, twenty werewolves, in the city. Their intentions are unclear.”

Graham's gaze sharpened slightly: "How about we lock down the city? Launch a massive search to force them out?"

It's always better to stir up trouble than to wait until the other side is fully prepared; cutting losses in time is also a strategy.

"Send someone to inform Jacquelineburg to borrow some troops and sneak into the city. Before 3 p.m., I will try my best to find out the enemy's numbers and locations. We will divide into groups to keep watch, with each group led by an elite professional."

"Launching at the same time, we should try to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop, without causing too much chaos and casualties..." Anser pondered.

“Elite professionals…I’m afraid we don’t have enough.” Quentin looked troubled.

"Have you investigated that Tiflin warrior and the bearded man under Salberg?" Anser suddenly remembered the mercenary group.

"The Thieves' Guild said it would take some time, but that Tiflin warrior belongs to a mercenary group and has separated from Salberg. He's currently staying at the West City Inn."

"Please invite them over for me, I'd like to have a talk with them."

"Yes."

Durag is home to many elite professionals. Spending a little money can reduce casualties, so why not?

(End of this chapter)