A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After narrowly saving the guy investigating the scene, Bray became the suspect himself.

Since no one took action at the time, after Bray shouted and made a move, they could only arrest him and question him on the spot.

"Don't be nervous," the wolf girl, dressed in what could barely be described as a shabby uniform, tried to reassure Bray.

Bray wasn't uneasy at all; on the contrary, he was quite calm. It was just a little upsetting that food and drink weren't provided for free.

“I’m going to ask you some questions now, as usual. Just answer them truthfully.” The wolf girl’s ears twitched, and she said seriously to Bray.

Now we must begin asking questions; this is not something to be taken lightly.

“Oh,” Bray responded.

"But are you guards of Claw Fortress?" Since no city outside the Federation has established a "police" system, guards are generally the ones who perform the corresponding duties.

"Otherwise what?" the wolf girl retorted.

"Alright, now that I have something to ask you, shut up except for answering my questions," she said fiercely.

So Bray quieted down.

This wolf girl's style is different from Eric's. Although she is very authoritative, she is effective against most people.

But it would be tricky to deal with someone like Jonathan.

"Was it you who shouted 'Back off'?"

"Yes." Since the other party said they could only answer questions, Bray gave a very simple answer.

Why are you shouting like that?

"Because it's a mimicry beast, right? That's what the monster is called, isn't it? We can't just watch that person get eaten."

“It is indeed called a Mimic Beast, but how do you know that it is a Mimic Beast?” The wolf girl tapped the table and began to scrutinize Bray.

No one around noticed that the "woman" was a demon, so why was the man in front of them allowed to be one?

It was with this kind of doubt that the wolf girl asked this question.

Bray put his hand under the table and looked at the wolf woman with dead fish eyes.

His weapons have not been removed, nor have his hands been handcuffed.

Under normal circumstances, the weapons of those who are caught will be taken away and locked up.

But no matter what, Bray would never let his sword leave his body, let alone let someone else lock him up.

If the other party insists on confronting him, he plans to run away.

As long as you don't touch your own sword, everything is fine.

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, he did not continue to suppress his aura, and the overwhelming aura emanating from his body unconsciously surged forth.

After that, for some reason, those people stopped mentioning disarming themselves.

While asking questions, the wolf girl also paid attention to Bray's movements, fearing that he might pick up a weapon.

She didn't know what the others were thinking, letting Bray bring in a sword was truly incomprehensible...

She felt her situation was quite dangerous; if this thug-like guy in front of her went too far, she might be forced to fight.

"Hmph." She let out a soft snort, loud enough for Bray to hear.

Bray slowly placed his hand on the table.

This action triggered the werewolf's nerves, causing her to almost stand up and subdue Bray.

However, Bray didn't intend to attack; he simply rested his chin on his hand and began to think.

“It’s because of experience,” Bray said.

"The experience of adventurers."

"Huh?" The wolf girl, who had been on edge, was completely bewildered.

"I used to be an adventurer for a long time, and even after the Day of Calamity, I still spent a lot of time dealing with monsters."

“So it’s easy to tell if it’s that thing… Besides, these mimicry beasts are pretty easy to identify, aren’t they?” Bray said.

The creature couldn't even finish its sentence; every word was stiff and awkward. Even an ordinary person with a little attention would notice that it was a demon.

It can only be said that at the market, people's attention was drawn to the dead, and they didn't really look at the "crying woman."

"Well, it's easy to tell." The wolf girl was a little speechless.

To be honest, those mimicking beasts are no different from idiots.

"No, that's not what I meant to say!" The wolf girl slammed her hand on the table with a "bang!"

The force of the impact made Bray think he was about to be bounced up, chair and all.

"Based on my experience as an adventurer and my own surprises..." Bray stopped mid-sentence.

"Go on," the wolf girl said, frowning.

"There should still be a few more mimicry beasts in Claw Fortress."

“If we can let one slip through, we can certainly let two or three slip through as well.” Bray certainly wouldn’t tell the wolf girl that he had observed it with his inner eye.

Besides, no one would understand why I would try to explain my intentions to them.

Instead of going through all that trouble, let's explain it in simple and easy-to-understand terms.

"What did you say!?" But the wolf girl didn't have as much of a mind as Bray. She braced herself on the table, staring intently at Bray, trying to read something from his eyes.

She hoped it was Bray's bad joke, but with a little thought, she realized Bray made a lot of sense.

If we can have one, why can't we have more?

The wolf girl dared not imagine how much worse the already chaotic Claw Fortress would become if mimicry beasts were introduced.

As of now, Clawburg has no clear leader, neither righteous nor evil.

If something goes wrong, it will cause enough chaos to disrupt the normal operation of Claw Castle.

Even setting aside the issue of public order, the potential casualties caused by the mimicry beasts alone are enough to give everyone a headache for a long time.

There weren't many people in the safe zone of Claw Fortress to begin with, and every now and then some would go out and be ambushed and killed by monsters.

Basically, the population is decreasing rather than increasing. If mimicry beasts suddenly appear in the safe zone, the already small population will decrease even further.

“I mean, you should still have quite a few mimicry beasts here.” Bray repeated himself tirelessly =A=.

However, when repeating the same thing, Bray couldn't help but sigh. She clearly had wolf ears that seemed to have very sharp hearing, but she didn't expect them to be so useless.

"..." The wolf girl didn't speak, but stared at Bray.

"Don't look at me like that." Bray turned his face away; the woman was being too enthusiastic, and he couldn't handle it.

I'm too old to handle it.

"What are you thinking about!" Of course, this wolf woman couldn't possibly be plotting anything against Bray.

Even if I were to choose someone, it wouldn't be someone like Bray; they'd have to be at least more imposing.

She looked at Bray because she had some ideas in her mind.

The next morning.

Bray stood beside a group of people in simple uniforms, his expression somewhat subtle.

How exactly did he go from being a suspect to an accomplice?

He just couldn't understand the logic behind it.

When I left home this morning, the old woman asked me what I was doing out so early.

What was Bray's response at the time... I think he said something like, "I suddenly have an extra temporary part-time job."

This could be considered a part-time job, but it's unpaid.

Many people were shocked after Bray revealed that there were several other mimicry beasts in the safe zone.

Let's assume that those who manage the order of Claw Keep, at the suggestion of the werewolf girl, made Bray an assistant in hunting mimicry beasts.

Bray knew very well that these people were just using him as a tool.

Honest people really do get bullied.

He felt he couldn't be so honest; he absolutely couldn't be a free laborer.

As a member of the Claas family, he must have his own pride.

That's right, you must have pride and maintain your dignity.

Being honest is a good quality, but it's not a reason for others to bully you.

"We have removed you from the suspect's vicinity."

"So now you need to help us find those hidden mimic beasts. If possible, it would be best to leave none behind." The wolf girl, who had spoken the most with Bray, stood in the queue.

"I want payment," Bray said, raising his hand like a schoolboy in front of the group.

“This is not a request, sir,” a man beside the wolf woman said in a deep voice.

"This is mandatory. You were originally a suspect, but now you are no longer a suspect."

"In return, you must help us."

"I want payment." Bray's voice was a little louder, but still devoid of emotion, as if he were reading aloud.

"So I said..." Those people were starting to get a little impatient.

In their view, it was only natural that Bray would help them find the mimic beast.

Putting aside others, isn't it only right to help the people inside the safe zone?

"..." This time, Bray didn't speak. He silently lowered his raised hand and stared at the group of people with his lifeless right eye.

"Rewards," he said abruptly.

"Fine, fine, fine..." The guard was finally forced to change his mind.

For some reason, Bray's right eye was particularly eerie and had a powerful, oppressive quality.

"We'll try our best to meet your reasonable requests within our capabilities." Although they promised to pay Bray, they added a bunch of restrictions.

"I need to know how to get to the 'Prophet's Tomb' near Greentree City."

"Just tell me, that's all I need." Bray's request was simple: just tell him the way.

However, this seemingly simple request was something that no one present could answer.

"???"

What on earth is "the tomb of the prophet"? This is a question on everyone's mind.

"None of us know the answer to this question..."

Upon hearing this answer, Bray was greatly disappointed and instantly lost all motivation to help them find the mimic beast.

“I know there’s an elderly scholar in Claw Keep,” the wolf girl, who had been standing behind with her hands behind her back, suddenly said.

“If you can help me, I can tell you where to find her,” the wolf girl said.

"Really?"

"real."

“Cheng Na Jiao.” Bray accepted the deal without hesitation.

It would be quite easy for Bray to find all the mimics in such a small place; it would be more troublesome to find the person who is so hard to spot.

"Then let's get started right away." Once the decision was made, Bray got to work in earnest.

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With keen insight, the process of finding the mimicry beast takes almost no time.

At this moment, Bray was standing in front of a longhouse, a longhouse whose building materials had developed some cracks.

Even in such a longhouse, many rooms were divided to house many families.

As for who the original owner was, it seems to be no longer so important.

At the entrance to the longhouse, Bray and the Claw Keep guards behind him looked at the monster lying on the ground.

The monster doesn't even need to lay mines; these guards can be killed with swords.