The reason Helen brought her sister to the sauna was because the werewolf blood-smell emanating from Aurora's body was too strong. If the two do not clean themselves up, they will surely be found by their father Andemir when they return home.
Andemir is a wolf-hunter known far and wide, because when he was young, he saw the hanging of wolf king with his own eyes, so he always believed that the next wolf king must appear again. But after waiting for more than 20 years, he never found it.
The two sisters were not interested in wolf hunting at all, but Helen was more obedient, so she followed her father to learn something in general, while her sister knew nothing about it and had not even trained in the basic sense of smell.
48-year-old Andemir worried about the loss of skills, so he took a disciple named William who devoted himself to the study, which helped the obsessed old father and the two girls seeking freedom to share a lot of pressure.
"Should we warn Aurora?" Ina asked worriedly.
"Don't wake a sleeping dog yet, it's still uncertain what the purpose of this werewolf appearing around Aurora is. Just remind her not to go to church again lately, those children's disappearance is probably related to the werewolf."
"If it's true that the werewolves took the kids, we'd better tell Dad! After all, he has a way to fix it."
"Well ... that will have to do." Helen remained hesitant.
The blood-smell of werewolf around Aurora is particularly strong, it's obvious that the werewolf approached her. The Carlsson Family's "simulated werewolf" news that exposed some time ago may have been a cover for Tey Co.,Ltd... If Tey's werewolf is true, then Aurora must have something to do with these werewolves.
She decided to go home, steal one of her father's "wolf-avoidance bells" and give her at the right time.
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Paul rarely cares where Cyril goes, after all, as the wolf king, he has his own things to deal with. But since he lost his leg, Cyril has helped him accomplish many things, so Cyril is deeply embedded in his life, but this is not his original intention.
By the window on the third floor, Paul saw Cyril getting out of the Aurora's car, sighed deeply. So he stopped Arthur who had come to get the papers for Cyril, "Arthur, you've been in our family for over fifty years, right?"
"Sir, it's fifty-eight years." It was only four years after Cyril.
"Was he just going to send me to my grave, wasn't it?" He looked at Cyril, who had stepped through the door, and turned his wheelchair to look at Arthur, whose white beard was neatly trimmed and rounded, "Please remind Cyril that he and belong to different worlds after all."
Cyril treated the wound on his shoulder with medicine while listening to Arthur's relay.
With smooth lines and firm muscles, the arm was lifted slightly. He refused Arthur's help, applying the gauze alone and gently gathering the pajamas.
"It is my duty to send him to his grave, and it is not his turn to remind me what world I am from." He shook his head from side to side, his neck made a "click" sound. After a moment of contemplation, he told Arthur to prepare the car.
He hadn't been to the inhibitor institute for a long time since Aurora turned up. When visitors entered the gate of an institute labeled "Biogenesis", the security guard would authenticate them. Walking through the lobby, they could see the scrolling "Gene" video. Walking forward, he entered the laboratory, and when he passed the researchers in white coats, an automatic door slowly opened..
The dim light from behind shone on the steel cage, the low growl of the surrounding beasts gave a sense of oppressive terror, Cyril glanced at the werewolf half-kneeling in the cage, the werewolf stared at him sternly, green eyes full of reluctance and fear.
"No progress yet?" Cyril looked at the screen on the research table with the development chart of the new inhibitor.
The person in charge said, "Sorry boss, we still haven't found a replaceable material, but the current alpha-type inhibitor is already the least expensive to develop."
"The least expensive?" Cyril said, "I invested billions just to have you produce them at a cost of tens of thousands per unit?"
The person in charge bowed his head and dared not say more, Cyril continued, "How about Cosen Co.,Ltd..?"
"Saxon, the head of Cosen Co.,Ltd.., called two days ago and said he refused to work with us."
Cyril frowned, "Why?"
"It seems to be ...," the person stammered, "because of the engagement between the Sean Family and the Carlsson Family."