The ancient Dolomites Mountain was scenic.

The river flowed from the foot of the mountain into the distance.

The windmills spun slowly.

The entire villa was filled with the joyful atmosphere of country style songs.

The Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse, strolling along the river.

The horse's hooves left a trail of shallow burning footprints.

Along the way, countless people looked at it.

But no one was afraid.

Because they were already used to it.

The Headless Horseman rode on his skeleton horse and walked to the depths of the manor.

There was already someone waiting for him.

“Honourable Duke Hill…” An old man who looked a little goofy came forward and held his skeletal horse. “Master ordered me to come and welcome you…”

The Headless Horseman's headless neck twisted slightly as he asked, “where is William?”

“Your grace…” the old servant said carefully, “The master is recuperating in the secret room…”

“Recuperating?!”

“Yes!”

“Who hurt him?!”

“You will know once you meet him…” the old servant sighed.

He led the Headless Horseman and slowly walked into a winery in the deepest part of the manor.

Then, he opened the secret pa.s.sage of the winery and led the Headless Horseman into it.

After a moment, they walked down the winding and rugged pa.s.sage and entered a vast and st.u.r.dy bas.e.m.e.nt.

Once they entered, the Headless Horseman sensed something.

H stopped and stomped hard on the ground with the boots on its feet.

Splash.

It was the sound of water.

“William!” he suddenly asked, “Why are you bleeding so much?”

It was blood under its feet.

Thick and stinking poisonous blood.

The blood of a Werewolf Duke!

Thus, whale oil lamps in the bas.e.m.e.nt were lit one after another.

They lit up the s.p.a.cious bas.e.m.e.nt.

It was at least thousands of square meters in size. In the middle of the bas.e.m.e.nt, there was a huge stone bed.

On the stone bed laid a giant wolf that looked at least as big as an adult male elephant.

The giant wolf panted and groaned.

“Hill, you're here…” he panted and opened its eyes which were as big as a gong, staring at the Headless Horseman.

The Headless Horseman did not approach further. He continued to ask, “William, who hurt you?”

“Myself!” The giant wolf growled in a low voice. He raised its hind legs. “I cut off something…”

The organ that he had been proud of and treated like a treasure between his legs were gone.

Moreover, judging from the traces and methods, it was probably not just a physical cut-off.

It was also a psionic cut-off.

This meant that the leader of the Werewolf Society in the Land of Qin, the strongest surviving Werewolf Duke, would completely lose the ability to reproduce.

“Why?” An eye-like object grew out of the Headless Horseman Hill's neck. However, if one looked closely, they would know that it was a flower bud of a plant.

This flower bud carefully observed the giant wolf's injuries. It could not understand why the werewolf leader would be so ruthless to himself.

One had to know that in the werewolf society, other than comparing strength, the most important factor that determined the status was still the offspring.

Whoever could produce more offspring and contribute to the size of the population would receive more respect!

The reproduction of werewolves was unlike that of humans or vampires.

Every new-born werewolf meant the death of its mother.

Those wolf pups would start eating from their mother's womb.

Therefore, in the Werewolf Society, almost all of them were males, and there were very few female werewolves.

“Why?” The giant wolf that was lying on the stone bed stood up. His fur stood up, and his mouth was full of fangs. They were sharp and terrifying. “I wanted to ask you the same question!”

“Hill!”

“What did you get Sherlock to do?”

“He provoked such a terrifying curse!”

“If I hadn't eaten Demon Wolf, Fenrir's heart…”

“I'm afraid that our entire race might be cursed by now!”

The Demon Wolf, Fenrir was a terrifying demon wolf among the G.o.ds that the Vikings believed in.

In the myths and legends of the Vikings, this terrifying Demon Wolf would eventually devour the supreme G.o.d that they believed in, ending the era of the G.o.ds.

When William was young, he used the clues of the myths and legends to finally find the tomb of that terrifying demon wolf in the depths of the Arctic Ocean and took the opportunity to devour its heart.

As a result, he possessed great power and eventually killed and ate his father and brother.

He became the ultimate leader of all werewolves today.

He also obtained the right to reproduce with all the female werewolves.

That made him the direct ancestor of most werewolves today.

Obviously, the heart of the Demon Wolf Fenrir that he devoured back then not only gave him great power.

It had also allowed him to grasp some of the secret techniques of the Demon Wolf.

However, in the Legends of the Vikings, all the power of the G.o.ds had a price to be paid for.

And it had to be paid by the G.o.ds themselves!

The supreme G.o.d Odin had obtained supreme wisdom by sacrificing his own eyes.

Now, William had cut off his genitals and removed them from the source.

That would prevent the curse from affecting him and protecting his other descendants.

“Sherlock?!” The Headless Horseman, Hill, was stunned. He said, “I just woke up…”

“I only know that Sherlock went to chase the escaped cat G.o.ddess, Bastet…”

“And…” the flower bud grew out of his neck. It looked at the giant wolf and said, “William, I'm afraid you haven't heard about this. Early this morning…”

“My Thirteen Earls were all killed in my castle…”

“Delice… Cole… Vedic…”

“They're all dead…”

“Then, I received news that the Foreign Ministry of the Federal Empire of Xia issued a diplomatic order, ordering all diplomatic missions and organizations stationed abroad to seal off all a.s.sets of me and my Order of the Temple, and completely cut off all contact with the Order of the Temple…”

“So…” he said, “William, the curse you encountered should have been released by the people of the Federal Empire of Xia…”

“Sherlock might have been killed by the experts of the Federal Empire of Xia when he was tracking the cat G.o.ddess, Bastet!”

“After killing him, they used his corpse to perform a cursing ritual…”

“William!” The headless horseman asked, “Can you endure the humiliation? Do you still want to endure it?”

“They are not taking us seriously!”

“They want to kill us all!”

This was Hill's first reaction when he saw the broken corpses in the castle and heard about the news of being banned and punished.

The Federal Empire of Xia had gone too far!

They did not even take him seriously.

That was a blatant humiliation!

It was, even more, an unbridled contempt!

If he is going to bear with it, then he would not be standing here. Instead, he would go to the capital of the Federal Empire of Xia and kneel in front of the governor, wagging his tail and begging pitifully like a pet.

When the giant wolf heard the Headless Horseman's words, he turned and looked at old servant beside him and asked, “Is what Hill said true?”

“Master…” the old servant replied, “It's true!”

“This morning, the Foreign Ministry of the Federal Empire of Xia did issue a diplomatic order…”

“The content was the same as what Duke Hill just said!”

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” The giant wolf roared angrily.

He wouldn't care much if they only killed Sherlock.

Although Sherlock was one of his proudest children.

In the Werewolf Society, the strongest children would often walk the path of patricide.

So, if only Sherlock was dead, he might be happy.

However,…

They used Sherlock's corpse to cast a curse and involved him in it. In order to avoid the curse, he had no choice but to cut off his roots of happiness.

That was leading to a sworn foe.

They had to take revenge!

And it is going to be vengeful revenge!