"Do not underestimate yourself. If you think you are useless, then you might as well go back to the womb and start life all over again." - In fact, human beings are capable of doing many things, it just depends on whether you want to or not.

The difference between werewolves and humans lies in their size. Everything about werewolves is larger than humans. Take houses, for example. A two-story werewolf house is about the size of a three-story human house, with big doors and windows, everything is bigger.

Except for female werewolves, they don't have large breasts.

Among the many houses, only one is white, and that is Wolfrang's house. It looks like a luxurious villa with a neat sign on the outside, where Wolfrang's name is written.

I followed after Howl and waited for him to knock on the door.

"Big brother is back!"

"Just a moment~"

The one who opened the door for us was a female werewolf, wearing a red dress with white floral patterns, which was already quite tacky, but when enlarged a few sizes, it looked like a torn bedsheet...

"Sister, my brother is behind me and he'll be here soon. This is Mr. Raul."

"Ah, I know."

This sister tilted her head and glanced at me, finally sniffing the tuft of fur hanging from my chest. She grinned widely and reached out her hand to me with a smile, "Welcome to our home, Mr. Raul. I am Wolfrang's sister, you can call me Rachel."

While smiling, I quickly thought about how to behave like a gentleman in front of these werewolves.

"Hello, Miss Rachel, I am Wolfrang's friend. Thank you for your welcome."

How clever of me, in this situation, a graceful hand kiss is obviously necessary. I've seen this kind of scene before, having spent so much time with the people in Night Fall Town, I have some knowledge of the kingdom's etiquette.

I took the wolf paw that was no smaller than Wolfrang's and gracefully pressed my lips onto the soft wolf fur.

"Ah! Awoo... um, um..."

I was punched in the face with an uppercut, causing me to fall backward.

No wonder werewolves are so strong, my glasses are crooked now and my nose is bleeding...

It hurts so much, if there was a mirror, I would probably have a red oval mark on my face.

"Hahaha!"

When I turned my head, Wolfrang was laughing so hard that he was squatting on the ground.

What a laugh! You learned it from me anyway!

Howl saw my appearance and couldn't stop laughing either, leaning against the door for support.

"Haha... haha... Raul, this... pfft! Hahahaha!"

Damn it, can you guys stop laughing? Your sister ran back into the house because I kissed her hand!

I simply sat down at Wolfrang's doorstep, tilted my head back, and let the blood flow back into my nose.

"Lau... Raul, you see, my sister... is already married."

Wolfrang laughed until tears came out as he came over to explain the situation to me.

Why didn't you tell me your sister got married earlier? And you never mentioned that I can't kiss her because she's married. Do you think I wanted to kiss her? After I kissed her, my entire mouth was covered with fur, and then I got punched.

"Ah, ah..."

Howl also laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, using his paws to pat his chest.

I was truly speechless. Do you two just enjoy playing with your own sister?

Not knowing how to face Rachel, I wiped the blood off my nose and followed Wolfrang into the house. The house built by werewolves does not have a floor, and the entire room is covered in smooth stone slabs. Perhaps due to the sharp nails on their feet, they were afraid of scratching the floor as they walked.

The corridor was spacious, with the kitchen, dining room, and living room lined up on the right, without walls but with several wooden pillars on the outside. It was open and had a sense of layers, nicely furnished. On the left were several rooms, and the staircase was at the end of the corridor.

"Pfft, big brother, Mr. Raul is really... just look at me."

Howl imitated my beaten appearance and suddenly raised his head, then twisted his tongue, looking so exaggerated.

"Ahahaha!"

Wolfrang started laughing again, and I couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

"Damn it! Will you two ever stop! It's just a damn joke!" I jumped up and smacked Wolfrang on the head, swearing in Chinese. These two brothers have no sense of self-awareness. I'm supposed to be a guest, can't you act like hosts? And your sister ran away shyly, aren't you worried at all!

"Raul, sorry sorry. But it's really funny."

"I have never seen my sister hit someone..."

After the two apologized, they brought me to the living room. Sitting in the living room was a werewolf referred to as mother by Wolfrang. Her fur was not as thick as Wolfrang's, and it appeared somewhat dry. Werewolves age and can grow old. The thinning wolf head wore a delicate pair of glasses, while her paws were sewing something that looked like curtains.

"Oh, Wolfrang is back..."

"Mom..."

Although the werewolf grandmother was old, she still walked quite briskly. Wolfrang helped her sit down and spoke some words I couldn't understand with his mother. When it was time to introduce me, I walked closer.

The werewolf grandmother touched my hair with her paw and then twisted the wolf fur hanging on my chest a couple of times. Letting out a sigh, I noticed that her nails had become small dots, possibly due to sewing activities, which had worn them down.

"Mr. Raul..."

"Yes, yes."

Wolfrang's mother spoke very little. I learned that she was nearly three hundred years old, which is quite a long life for a werewolf. There was a painting hanging in the living room, depicting a family of five, clearly showing Wolfrang's parents and his siblings. The painting looked like it was done by a student, probably a werewolf's creation.

"My father died in a previous war. This is my mother, this is me, and this is my younger brother..."

Wolfrang introduced his family members to me. Since arriving in Night Fall Town, the most common cause of death I had heard about was from war - Claude, the vampire clan, the leader of the succubi, and Wolfrang's father... What kind of battle did they fight?

Wolfrang's brothers brought me a bottle of wine and handed me a cigar before leaving for some business. They mentioned something about informing the clan about dinner at night and left me and the werewolf grandmother sitting on a couch even wider than a double bed.

"Grandmother, what are you doing?"

"Ah... This is... that xxxx."

I didn't understand what she said, but she seemed to be struggling with the sewing. Even though the needle was thick and long, the werewolf's paw was too big. The werewolf grandmother's thin paw was larger than my hand by two circles.

"Let me help, Grandmother."

"Oh, oh, you want to?"

"Yes, it's okay, leave it to me."

Taking the needle, thread, and curtains, I started sewing for Wolfrang's mother. The curtains had many torn edges from paw scratches, and even if my sewing was not great, it was still better than a werewolf's. Stitch by stitch, I helped Aunt finish sewing, and it didn't take me much time.

"Such a kind person..."

"Haha... Others have said that too."

"What about that ring?"

"That ring... it's in the past now."

Aunt took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Even though it was just sewing, it must be tiring for an old werewolf like her.

...

The curtains were quickly sewn, and I neatly folded them and handed them to Aunt. The elderly werewolf stroked the fine stitches, as if speaking to herself, "Wolfrang's friend, you're just like him..."

I didn't know what to say, so I just held the cigar in my mouth and smiled at Aunt.

"Raul, come and see!"

Before I could light the cigar, Howart pushed open the door and called me out.

I thought it was some celebration for Wolfrang's return, but it turned out they were going to slaughter a pig.

It was the first time I had seen a pig in this world. Wolfrang held the pig down with one hand, and its size was smaller than a pig raised in the countryside. It was gray all over and, from its short tusks, somewhat resembled a warthog.

Werewolves also used knives to slaughter pigs, and just as Wolfrang was about to start, I stopped him. If I remembered correctly, pig blood could be made into blood tofu...

With the help of werewolves, it was fairly easy to collect the pig's blood and disembowel it. Wolfrang didn't know what I was going to do with a basin full of pig blood.

"Have you tried this?"

"Huh? This is blood! We werewolves don't eat blood..."

"Hehe, you'll know once you taste it later."

Using two large pots and a thin wooden board with holes poked in it, a steamer was made. The pig's blood was stirred and mixed with some salt before being placed in the steamer. This skill was learned back in the rural areas of Northeast China, never thought it would come in handy here.

Looking at the steaming pot, a large crowd of werewolves, including the Wolfrang brothers, gathered around me. If someone didn't know what was happening, they would have thought it was magic.

With this much pig's blood, it needed to steam for a while. When I finally opened the pot, the werewolves who had been waiting eagerly rushed over. I was a bit nervous, afraid that if it wasn't done well, I would be looked down upon. But skills are something that once learned, stay with you for a lifetime. A full bowl of pig's blood turned into perfect jelly after the steam dissipated!

Seeing the surprise on the faces of the werewolves, I calmly had Wolfrang hand me the knife. I sliced off a thin piece and put it in a bowl for him to taste.

"Raul! When did you learn magic?!"

"Huh?"

"This is incredible!"

"No, no, no, this isn't magic. My question is, is it delicious or not?"

"It's extremely delicious!"

I thought werewolves would prefer the chewy texture of tearing meat, but they were amazed by the smooth and tender texture of the blood tofu.

It seems like I have some skills as well. Even when I first tried blood tofu as a child, I found it magical. For the inhabitants of this otherworld who have never tasted steamed food, it is like a precious delicacy.

After hearing Wolfrang's praise, more than ten wolf claws reached out, clearly not enough blood pudding to go around.

"Don't worry, everyone, there's enough...there's enough..."

"Mr. Raul, what kind of magic is this exactly?"

"Oh, it's not magic, I can teach you how to make it."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really, just be careful, it's very hot."

No wonder, even though they knew the white mist was steam, turning liquid into a solid through heat exceeded the werewolves' common knowledge. That's why they perceived this cooking method as magic.

As a human with magic power of only 0.7, I am considered a magician. It's quite interesting. It seems that no matter how obscure a skill is, as long as it serves a purpose one day, it has its own value.