Humans cannot live together with monsters because it crosses species boundaries. However, I have a theory that if monsters are a more advanced and intelligent species than humans, the acceptance of humans living with monsters would increase significantly. This is because humans seek power and progress in their civilization.

As for things weaker than themselves, humans often claim them and use them for their own purposes. It is the law of nature, the survival of the fittest. If there is something that is not necessarily weak but clearly less advanced in civilization than humans, and most importantly, cannot be used by humans, then these things will be rejected by humans when necessary.

And monsters are exactly these things.

The gunfire in the Night Fall Town tavern was about to break out, but luckily a gentleman werewolf stepped forward to defuse the crisis. Well...not really defuse the crisis, but at least the people around were not as tense.

When we explained the reasons for holding hands, it seemed as if we forcibly turned the word "impossible" into "possible". Everyone's eyes showed bewilderment, even the werewolf standing in front of me.

"Mr. Raul, are you serious about this?"

"Sorry, Wolfrang, I mean it."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to prove our relationship, and that's when I noticed she was still holding a knife.

"This...is too..."

I guess he meant it was too unbelievable.

Ha ha, I am also very surprised. A werewolf in a suit, a short-sleeved one at that, how trendy!

After organizing my thoughts a bit, I continued the conversation.

"Wolfrang, we have no hostility."

"I know that."

"Um..."

Brother werewolf, can't you say a few more words? At least give me some time to think. I have only been learning the language for 25 days, and how am I supposed to respond to you speaking like that?

"Um...we want to buy a pot!"

"Huh?"

Several question marks suddenly appeared on the black and gray-haired head of the wolf brother, leaving him speechless for a moment. But it's not his fault, he probably has never encountered someone who speaks like me before.

But I can't say anything else! Even if I am good at kidding around, what I say is still in Chinese!

"Sorry, we..."

Finally, it was her, Medusa, who always helps me no matter when or where, starting a series of explanations and clarifications that I couldn't understand with the wolf gentleman.

...

In the end, we were invited to sit at the bar, and along with the reddish-brown liquid poured into the glass, came the words "Please have a drink." I was very thirsty after the long journey and didn't hesitate to take a sip.

Sweet, it was alcohol.

Tasted just like the imported liquor I drank at the company's annual party, which cost 380 yuan per bottle. Not particularly delicious, but it was decent.

As for the wolf gentleman, he was still chatting incessantly with her, or rather, he was constantly asking questions on his own. I can understand that, after all, there's a possibility that he would reveal to them that I don't understand the language, so questions are bound to be asked.

I really wanted to understand what they were talking about, but it was impossible because they were speaking so fast.

After drinking two glasses of alcohol, I signaled that I didn't need any more, but the bartender seemed to not understand at all and put the third glass on the table with a "thump". I reluctantly drank half a glass, and then my craving for cigarettes kicked in. I hadn't smoked for a long time, and the only reason I had this craving was because someone nearby was smoking.

Yes, it was the bartender who just gave me the drink.

I definitely couldn't resist it. I didn't plan on quitting smoking anyway. I made a gesture with my hand, signaling the bartender to give me a cigarette. This time the bartender understood and took out a cigarette from a small cloth bag and handed it to me, followed by a box of matches. I threw the matches back with a smile. Yes, it was time to show off!

The lighter seemed to come alive in my pocket, flipping with my fingers, moving to the perfect position, igniting the flame, and taking a puff. The whole process took less than 2 seconds.

Fear, mortals, for this is my only capital for showing off in this world - a lighter!

Sure enough, the bar owner showed a surprised expression, but it only lasted for less than 5 seconds.

Can't you be more surprised! This is the skill of flipping the lighter that I practiced for so long...Sucking on the cigarette produced from another world, Wolfrang came over to talk to me.

"Ah, Mr. Raul, just now, your...you wanted to buy a pot."

"Yes, that's right, and also..."

"Also tools. So what do you need the tools for?"

"Well, let me explain."

As expected, I had to draw. I couldn't explain the concept of making a roof to shelter from the rain, so I took out my notebook.

"I live with her in a cave."

"I see."

"And then, it rained."

"I see."

"And then, the house had water."

"I see..."

"But then, the house shouldn't have water."

"I see...haha, hahaha."

Wolfrang burst into a boisterous laugh, unable to contain himself.

"Sorry, Mr. Raul, please continue."

"Oh, it's fine. And then, we need this."

I drew the best picture of a roof that I could with my best drawing skills that I had cultivated over the course of 20 years.

"I see, you want to know how to make it, right?"

"Well...sorry, I don't know how."

"It's like this, then."

Underneath the roof, I drew three vertical supports, and then he used his pen to draw the details and supporting structure of the roof. The roof was made up of wooden boards, piece by piece, and he pointed at one of the boards with his pen. Then, he gestured with his hand to indicate its length.

"Like this."

"Ah, thank you, Wolfrang."

He waved his hand and gestured to Medusa, who was sitting on the side, and then we followed him out of the bar. At this point, I noticed that the people in the tavern no longer harbored any hostility, but occasionally they would still cast glances at me containing indeterminate emotions.

The streets of Night Fall Town were all dirt roads, and most of the houses were wooden structures. The population was not small, and everything seemed to be in a harmonious and peaceful state. Wolfrang even greeted the old lady who was hanging clothes. Do the monsters and humans have a good relationship in this small town?

Feeling like we walked from the south of the town to the east, we finally stopped in front of a row of neatly arranged brick walls. The material used for the walls was bricks and something similar to cement. In this town full of wooden houses, the sight of a brick building was truly refreshing. From the smoke that rose from behind the walls and the sound of hammering, it could be determined that this place was full of industrial activity.

Although I had guessed that it was an industrial area, I never guessed that there would only be one person here - the man who was greeting us while holding a hammer. Standing about 2 meters tall, with muscles covered in soot and sweat, it was easy to associate him with a blacksmith from a game. But in reality, being a blacksmith was just one of his talents.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Park."

"Hey! Wolfrang, what can I do for you?"

"No, they are the guests."

As I listened to their conversation, I surveyed the open-air factory. Calling it a factory was due to its large area, roughly estimated to be 100 meters by 100 meters. There were various woodworking tools, smelting furnaces, and even those steam-powered machines that left me speechless.

Even Medusa was stunned for a while.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the best xxx in the entire kingdom."

I didn't understand the meaning of that word, but he must have been proud of it, as evidenced by his few gold-like metallic teeth.

Honestly, this guy named Park was not exactly "pleasant" to look at, with at least a crooked mouth. But based on this small factory alone, he was definitely someone worthy of my respect. Perhaps it was due to his Northeastern roots, I have always enjoyed watching the splattering sparks of molten steel in the factory and listening to the sound of lathe machines working on parts. Unfortunately, in the end, I didn't become a worker. I only inherited my dad's three skills: cooking, navigation, and no more.

"Park, I'm Raul. And this is my..."

I wanted to introduce her, the one I live with, properly, but as the words reached my lips, I realized that I hadn't even learned the word for girlfriend yet.

"This is my..."

I felt a slight flick from her tail on the back of my ankle; I had indeed made a mistake.

The blacksmith looked at me with his big and small eyes, then looked at her, and then as if remembering something, he forcefully banged his hammer on the nearby workbench. "I get it! You two are a couple, right?"I was startled and shuddered. Big brother, don't scare me like that. Also, what does that word you said mean?

I was completely confused, but she admitted it first.

"Yes," she said.

Then I felt my arm being held, well, something along those lines.

"Haha, that's great, Mr. Raul."

"Yes, yes," I quickly agreed.

"So, what do you two need?" Park, with his muscular body like that of a young bull, stepped aside and waved his rough hands, revealing a pile of handmade products, from muzzleloa'ding guns to tables and chairs.