Surrey Docks.
This place was once the world's largest and most bustling port in the 19th century.
But now, it was nothing but a pile of dilapidated ruins and construction sites being demolished and rebuilt.
Finding a few werewolves here wouldn't be easy, but Murphy didn't need to search personally.
Atop the highest abandoned crane in the docks, Murphy released thousands of lightning crows, "Go, find them."
"Caw! Mogha!" The crows, cheering their new king's name, swirled into a black cloud in the sky, then dispersed in all directions.
Ten minutes later, lightning struck an old warehouse, and Murphy took about ten seconds to deal with the sleep problems of seven werewolves, then returned to the magical research institute with young Ares.
The battle was uneventful. He didn't kill those werewolves because he wanted them to lead him to the werewolf pack.
The trouble caused by these werewolves was enough; he planned to resolve it once and for all.
...
All of young Ares's organs were on the verge of failure, but fortunately, the potion prepared with Whitexin Promoter was quickly completed, and after its application to Ares, Patrick, and others, their conditions improved rapidly.
The next day, including Patrick, all the patients woke up.
Murphy went to see Patrick.
The latter had just gotten out of bed and was doing various exercises under the guidance of the medical staff. Seeing Murphy, he said, "I heard, I've become a werewolf?"
Murphy nodded, "We're researching a potion that might suppress the werewolf virus, preventing further outbreaks. At the very least, it's made your body stronger."
"That it has. I feel ten years younger, as if I'm full of energy," Patrick said, trying to lift the bed, which remained immovable.
"Of course, maybe not as strong as you imagined," Murphy said.
After a moment of silence, Patrick suddenly said, "Thank you for saving us. I heard you went to America to catch some lizard..."
"Sorry, they told me a lot, but I haven't quite understood," Patrick said, suddenly asking, "This is the real world, right?"
Murphy frowned, about to explain, but Patrick laughed, "Just kidding. I know this is the real world. It's just that what I heard earlier was a bit unbelievable, but since I've personally experienced those... it seems there's nothing I can't accept."
"By the way, I still prefer your original appearance. Whose face is this?"
At that moment, Murphy was using Boris's appearance, but upon hearing this, he transformed back to his original look, "How do you... remember those?"
"They said I was injected with a magical potion. Because my body has never used magic, the first acquisition of magic caused a 'magic surge'? That's the term, I think. They said maybe because of this, I regained some memories that had been interfered with by magic."
"Although, I always felt something was off. You seemed younger in my memory than you actually are. Now, I finally understand why."
"Sorry." Murphy didn't know what else to say.
He had altered Patrick's memories and nearly caused his family to die at the hands of werewolves because of his involvement.
He probably understood the vague sense of guilt Patrick had when he asked him to be Ares's godfather.
Is this still friendship? Still to be the godfather of his child?
Patrick walked over, patted his shoulder, "So, you really are a wizard?"
Murphy smiled, "Genuine."
"To be honest, I still don't quite believe it, unless you transform a pigeon for me right here..."
"I don't have pigeons, but crows, will they do?"
As he spoke, several crows suddenly flew out from behind Murphy, two even landing on his shoulders.
"Oh!" Patrick was initially joking, but now he was truly stunned.
Hearing about magic is one thing, but witnessing it is another.
"You really are a wizard."
...
After bringing a little magical shock to Patrick, Murphy then went to see his security chief, Radwan Perry.
The remaining fourteen security personnel had been listening to the Muggle researchers of the institute for over an hour but were still confused.
"I still don't understand, why would those werewolves attack us?"
A Muggle researcher was about to explain further about werewolf behavior when Murphy interrupted, "Because someone doesn't like me and wants to get rid of me."
"But they couldn't, so they targeted my associates."
Radwan looked at him, "So, nine people died because of you?"
"No, because of my enemies."
"But you didn't tell us the enemy would be werewolves."
"I also didn't tell you I'm a wizard. Do you need to know the employer's identity? Do you need the employer to detail the enemy's information for you to work?"
Radwan was momentarily speechless. Indeed, in most cases, they really didn't need such information, but...
"Even if I had told you my assessment—in fact, I did warn you to be on alert that day—but my assessment isn't a prophecy. Even if you knew you'd be dealing with werewolves, you wouldn't know their numbers, let alone that there are enemies stronger than werewolves among them..."
"Of course, you can say, if you had known the risks in advance, you might not have taken the job."
"But, gentlemen, I paid you two to three times the industry standard. If it was just for handling ordinary risks, why would I need you? Who couldn't do it?"
Radwan was silent.
Taking money for risking one's life was indeed their job. "The greater the risk, the higher the reward" was fully embodied in their line of work.
Since the pay was sufficient, he really had nothing to complain about.
"As for the deceased team members, I feel the same as you," Murphy said. "I will provide adequate compensation. But that's not enough. I will make those werewolves pay in blood."
"What do you plan to do?" Radwan asked.
You? Hah.
Murphy didn't answer him, instead asking, "You've fought werewolves. How was it?"
"Troublesome," someone said. "They seem immune to regular bullets, and they can recover from injuries."
"Damn, I only had a handgun at the time. If I had a shotgun, I'd blow their heads off and see if they could still recover!"
"Their speed and strength far exceed that of ordinary people, and they seem to have a natural night vision capability. In night battles, even with heavy weapons, it's difficult for us to gain an advantage."
Murphy nodded, "What if you could also transform into werewolves? You do know you're now infected with lycanthropy, right?"
"Isn't transforming into a werewolf supposed to make you lose your mind?" someone asked.
"Losing your mind is due to the effect of the magical rabies virus. But it can be suppressed with a Wolfsbane Potion."
"Is there a cure for the virus? I don't want to become a monster," someone said.
"Even after transforming, you would possess strength and speed far beyond ordinary humans, and be very hard to kill?"
There was silence.
Okay, compared to the benefits of transforming into a werewolf, simply looking ugly in battle seems indeed not to be such a big problem.
"Moreover, we can adjust everyone's lycanthropy with magical potions, allowing you to transform at will, without waiting for a full moon," Murphy said. "Imagine, being able to transform into a werewolf at any time, possessing all the benefits of a werewolf without losing your mind, while still being able to use your combat skills."
"Gentlemen, you're already the strongest mercenaries in the world."
The security personnel, all from a mercenary background, looked at each other, already convinced.
"'We' should do what?" Radwan asked again.
Murphy smiled. That's the right question.
"First, we deal with those troublesome Aurors."
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