Chapter 115: The Young Fox Goes to War

After the illusion ended, Vinygo automatically reverted to his original form. In this state, he possessed little combat power, so he waved to Sherry and Big Cat.

“Go back,” Vinygo said.

“Then who’s going to carry him?” Big Cat asked, tilting his head as he pointed to the viscount lying on the ground.

“Do you think either I or the Ice Demon can carry him?” Vinygo blinked innocently and countered.

…

Vinygo’s mission was accomplished quite well. After a brief treatment, the captured Viscount Dusen was handed over intact to the mysterious merchant—of course, it was Big Cat who, after using soul mimicry, brought Dusen back along with his expensive armor.

Naturally, Vinygo, who spared not even the corpse, also took the viscount’s private treasures. Transforming into a scavenger cat, he swiftly ransacked the manor. In the end, he found a statue of an eagle imbued with divine power and a small fragment of a sacred emblem.

The mithril armor and the shattered longsword were reforged into brand-new weapons by Vinygo’s skills as a smith. The mysterious merchant rewarded Vinygo handsomely for his efforts.

Those expensive materials were useless to Vinygo. What he valued was the mysterious merchant’s water-elemental magic. He commissioned the merchant to craft a small pouch for him.

It was a simplified Loy waypoint magic, solidified to allow Vinygo easy access to items stored in a space he had marked through this little pouch. Such a device was priceless, and few could find a powerful mage proficient in Loy waypoint magic with the skill to modify and solidify spells for personal use.

This small pouch largely solved Vinygo’s major weakness: all his abilities relied on equipment—or rather, costume props.

Privately, Vinygo met Lady Freese. Of course, Lady Freese had long known of Vinygo’s plan and mercilessly sold out Viscount Dusen.

In her eyes, that stubborn old champion knight was worthless. Trading him and the intelligence about an ancient magical artifact for detailed information on a powerful spellcaster was a very profitable exchange.

Moreover, the information Dusen possessed would bring the mysterious merchant into Lady Freese’s sight, which was more than enough for her.

“So, cunning little fox, you’re earning rewards from both sides for this matter. I can’t shake this discomfort,” the merchant-born noblewoman said resentfully. “You owe me compensation.”

“Please tell me what you want,” Vinygo shrugged helplessly, as he had no way to oppose the high-ranking priestess at the moment.

“A small task, of course, with payment,” Lady Freese smiled mischievously like a little girl. “Though I’m giving you a 20% discount.”

“Alright, madam, I have to admit, even if it were a 40% discount, I’d still do it,” Vinygo spread his hands. “Though I hate to admit it, among the Eight Giants, you’re the one I respect most—the merchant.”

“Why?” Lady Freese asked curiously.

“Because you’re a merchant…” Vinygo answered, “You price things openly.”

Lady Freese laughed heartily, stood up, and tossed Vinygo a slip of paper.

The Silver Helm Brotherhood had angered Lady Freese. So this great merchant planned to teach them a lesson—show them some merchants are not to be trifled with.

“Those fools dared to stretch their hands at your guild?” Vinygo asked casually.

“They foolishly blocked a waterway, causing my fleet to spend an extra month at sea,” Lady Freese complained. “Those idiots don’t realize what a month means to me!”

“Time is money, madam,” Vinygo replied.

Lady Freese paused slightly, then laughed heartily. “Looks like we’ll get along well. Now, off you go, little fox.”

“As you wish…” Vinygo scratched his head. “By the way, how harsh a lesson do you want to teach the Silver Helm?”

“Make them regret ever being born.” That was Lady Freese’s answer.

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Make them regret ever being born… Good. Vinygo liked that phrase very much.

The Silver Helm prided themselves on their swordsmanship. Sword experts and masters abounded in their ranks. They even had rare types like magic swordsmen.

“Sophie, I think if we face the Silver Helm, you’ll be interested,” Vinygo said by the riverside near the Prism Manor. “I don’t like those strong swordsmen who bully the weak just because they’re strong.”

“All right.” Sophie nodded decisively. “Allow me to be the vanguard.”

“Hannie, you come too. Big Cat, follow up. Akana, you come along as well.”

“All right!” Little Hannie squinted her crescent-shaped eyes and leapt into Vinygo’s arms.

The little wolf princess snorted, jumped onto Vinygo’s shoulder, balanced well, lowered her head, and glared down at little Hannie.

Hannie made a face, burying her face in Vinygo’s arms, ignoring the little wolf princess. The wolf, apparently bored, then went to bother Big Cat.

“Strangely, I feel quite happy. Does it feel like a family of three and two pets?” Vinygo asked.

Sophie blushed, averting her gaze.

Two pets? A cat and a dog? Hannie just giggled, covering her mouth without saying a word.

“Well then, let’s go.” Vinygo stomped his foot and boarded the prepared boat.

“This is the boat you recently made?” The little wolf princess lay on the bow, curiously making faces at her reflection in the water.

“No sails, no oars,” Sophie said expressionlessly.

“Watch this.” Vinygo reached to the wooden box at the stern and pulled hard. A loud chugging noise came from inside. In an instant, the unassuming little boat shot forward at incredible speed.

Nanoka’s invention, mechanical construction, S-engine.

With this key device, a small speedboat was easy to come by.

The boat quickly advanced along the river, following the route from Free Haven to Misty Isle. After about half a day, Vinygo saw the Silver Helm Brotherhood’s wrecked blockade.

They had taken a dozen old boats, loaded them with scrap iron and boulders, and sunk them mid-river, turning the channel into debris. Except for Vinygo’s shallow-draft boat, larger passenger and merchant vessels could not pass.

“No wonder Lady Freese was so furious…” Vinygo sighed. “No need to say anything more—let’s just storm them.”

He took out a wolf-head mask and put it on.

Character build, activate.

“Sophie, you accompany Hannie. Big Cat, attack from the left flank of the temporary base. Akana and I will clear the riffraff outside.”

Sophie nodded slightly, slinging her blade on her shoulder as she jumped ashore. Soon, little Hannie was riding Big Cat, rushing like the wind.

The little wolf princess watched Vinygo transform into a lean werewolf with interest, twitching her nose.

Demon Warrior System, British Werewolf Garen, a werewolf skilled in martial arts.

“Awwoooo…” Vinygo and the little wolf princess howled in unison. They simultaneously launched similar moves, charging toward the enemy.

Garen’s beastly eruption was similar to the little wolf princess’s rapid dash, but with shorter distance and greater power.

Thus, the little wolf princess reached the crowd first, cutting down foes with great carnage.

“Monster?” Awaiting the little wolf princess were the Silver Helm’s swordmaster and several students—several sword experts who seemed adept at coordination. Six longswords and one greatsword formed a deadly formation intending to trap the little wolf princess.

A rapid change of direction! The little wolf princess swiftly slipped through the blades and landed far away in the clearing, pouncing on the weaker swordsmen and tearing them apart with her claws.

This blatant provocation enraged the swordmaster. But before he could turn and charge at the little wolf princess, Vinygo also landed amidst them.

Yes, right inside the swordsmen’s encirclement. Vinygo lifted his eyes, disdainfully surveying the seven around him with his wolfish gaze, curling his lips slightly.

A provocation, a blatant provocation!

The swordmaster’s attention was instantly drawn to Vinygo. He roared and thrust his greatsword straight at him.

Light as a feather, heavy as a mountain—his mastery of swordsmanship was evident. However, compared to Laisiru and Dusen, Vinygo barely regarded this level.

He didn’t even use divine power—he fought as the ordinary werewolf Garen.

Facing the incoming greatsword thrust, Vinygo crouched slightly then fiercely kicked out.

Flaming Blaze Kick!

Garen was a hybrid of noble from the Magic Dimension and human, embodying both beastliness and humanity. He possessed the strength and vitality of a werewolf and was skilled in human martial arts—a formidable warrior.

Compared to his opponent, Vinygo held clear advantages in both strength and skill.

With one kick, he sent the swordmaster’s greatsword flying. Then he leapt forward, grabbed the swordmaster’s neck, rolled into a ball, and slammed down heavily into the crowd.

Boom! Dust scattered everywhere. Vinygo emerged expressionless from the pile, surrounded by broken longswords. He still held the swordmaster’s greatsword.

“Can’t use it,” Vinygo muttered, tossing the greatsword aside. He looked ahead at the approaching horde of foot soldiers.

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