127: Alberto's threat, Ron's trump card

Inside the living room.

The atmosphere had solidified like cement.

Beruke didn't dare to breathe heavily, just sat there like a statue, not saying a word.

Meanwhile, Ron, who was next to him, remained relaxed, even crossing his legs.

Seeing this, Alberto's expression grew colder.

Thompson, who was nearby, also looked a bit displeased, but he didn't dare to act out on the spot.

The reason was the few words Ron had just said.

Mithril, aconite, and Confusion Spell.

All of these were items that countered werewolves.

Take Mithril, for example; almost all werewolves naturally disliked silver products.

And Mithril, as an alchemical material, had a stronger restraining effect than ordinary silver products.

If Mithril was used as a weapon, such as a longsword or crossbow bolt, after injuring a werewolf, it would produce an effect similar to poisoning.

Not only would the pain double, but they would also lose most of their combat effectiveness in the short term.

In severe cases, it could even cause inflammation and ulceration, preventing wounds from healing, thus leading to overlapping and worsening injuries, and sudden death.

The aconite Ron mentioned was a herb specifically targeting werewolves.

Because of their powerful physique, ordinary poisons had almost no effect on werewolves.

However, aconite was different; if a werewolf accidentally ingested its juice.

At best, they would experience dizziness, vomiting, and weakness; at worst, their intestines would rupture, and they would die from the poison.

It was precisely because of this characteristic of aconite that it was also known as “Wolfbane.”

As for the Confusion Spell, it was because once werewolves transformed, while gaining immense power, they would lose most of their rationality.

This situation, even for someone with a strong will like Alberto, was unavoidable.

At most, it could make humanity and bestiality each account for half, reaching a more balanced state.

However, if at this time, magic that affected the mind or spirit was cast on a werewolf, such as a Confusion Spell that could make people unable to distinguish directions.

Then the completely out-of-control werewolf, under the influence of the magic, would fight among themselves, attacking the people closest to them.

“If that pearl just now might have only been a test.”

“But now, these methods targeting werewolves that he mentioned are already a clear indication!”

“After all, although these methods are not absolutely secret, it's not that easy to know them so comprehensively...”

Alberto's face was grim, radiating an unspoken authority, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

Beruke, who was nearby, felt the domain quietly expanding around him.

That feeling of being enveloped by thick battle aura, like being stuck in quicksand and unable to struggle.

It made him even more terrified, almost losing control of himself and wanting to turn and flee.

“State your true purpose, otherwise... you will definitely not leave this room!”

Alberto stood up and said coldly.

He understood very well that Ron's words just now were clearly a threat or a provocation.

And not the so-called first-time visitor wanting to “make friends” with his Kula Family.

Ron, hearing this, chuckled lightly.

As before, he took off his mask.

“A puppet?”

Alberto frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

“Are you trying to tell me that you are a puppet, and not your true self?”

“So, you think I can't do anything to you?”

Before Ron could reply, Alberto sneered, speaking with disdain.

“Then you're mistaken, after all...”

“The operation of a puppet also has distance limitations.”

At this point, Alberto's gaze was like a torch, he said each word distinctly.

“Five hundred meters? Eight hundred meters? Or a thousand meters?”

“No matter how far the distance, you ultimately cannot escape Kula City!”

“So, if you don't clearly state your intentions, then even if you abandon this puppet.”

“I will immediately activate the grand alchemy array, declare a city-wide lockdown, and then conduct a carpet search; I will definitely find you.”

Meanwhile, in a hotel two thousand meters away.

Ron, wearing a helmet, heard Alberto's words but showed no sign of tension.

Yesterday, after he repurchased materials, he upgraded the signal transmission system of this puppet.

It was upgraded from the initial one thousand meters to two thousand meters.

This distance was already the maximum and could not be further increased.

However, while purchasing alchemical materials, he also bought a batch of energy crystals.

This batch of energy crystals was not intended to be used as a backup energy source for the puppet.

Instead, it was a precaution, to activate the “Teleportation” function of the ancient god coin.

He had tested it before; approximately one Tier 1 crystal's energy was enough for him to teleport about a hundred meters.

And to be safe, he spent two hundred gold coins in one go, purchasing twenty energy crystals.

Once he saw the situation turn unfavorable, he would instantly teleport away.

As for the grand alchemy defense array of Kula City that Alberto mentioned.

Although it could effectively monitor magical fluctuations, it had no blocking effect on this type of spatial transfer spell.

Therefore, Ron didn't take Alberto's threat seriously at all.

However, Ron also did not continue to provoke him.

He hadn't forgotten his true purpose in coming to the Kula Family disguised as a thief.

So, in the meeting room, the puppet raised its hands, making a gesture of surrender.

“Mr. Alberto, as the Vice Commander of the Wolf King Knights, I naturally believe you have this capability.”

“However, as I just said, I came here with no ill intentions; I just wanted to visit the Kula Family.”

“After all, the reputation of our Thieves' Guild... well, those who know, know. If not notorious, then infamous, like rats crossing the street, everyone shouts to beat them.”

Ron said with a smile, showing no respect in his words for the organization behind him.

“So, if we don't get the approval of Kula City's owner.”

“Even if we establish a branch here, we will be collectively attacked.”

“Therefore, we came to pay our respects, hoping to find a patron to protect us...”

At this moment, after hearing Ron's explanation.

Alberto's expression remained grim, but the killing intent in his eyes did not increase further.

“Of course, if possible... we would also like to do some business with you.”

At this point, Ron suddenly chuckled and added.

“You thieves, are you even worthy of doing business with my Kula Family?”

Before Alberto could speak, Thompson, who was nearby, could no longer hold back and questioned him.

Ron, hearing this, did not get angry and still said with a smile.

“Mr. Alberto, what do you think about this?”

Alberto was expressionless, and after a moment, he spoke indifferently.

“Tell me.”

Hearing this, Ron also stood up.

Under the intense gaze of the three, he opened the puppet's abdominal storage space.