Chapter Thirty-Six: The Roar of the Beast

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“Big sister, save me! That man wants to kill me!”

The burly man chased out of the Adventurers’ Tavern, only to see Wang Luo, his face full of fear, clutching a little girl and crying out. The little girl seemed not to understand what was happening; she stared blankly at the hands gripping her arm, lost in thought.

But the furious man didn’t care about any of this. Hearing Wang Luo call the girl “big sister,” he didn’t hesitate to swing his weapon at both Wang Luo and the girl.

Behind the little girl, two warriors, angered by Wang Luo suddenly grabbing their young mistress, saw the drunken man eyeing her and simultaneously drew their swords in fury.

With a loud crash, the burly man was sent flying back into the Adventurers’ Tavern, screaming in pain. A chorus of curses erupted from within. Meanwhile, Wang Luo smirked slyly and slipped into the crowd.

As soon as Wang Luo let go of her arm, the little girl finally realized what had happened. Her face flushed crimson, tears welled in her eyes, and she cried out, “Help! I’m being harassed!”

Then, remembering all the dreadful outcomes her friend had told her about being harassed, her tears began to fall uncontrollably. Feeling wronged, she ran into the crowd, closely followed by the two warriors.

The surrounding crowd was stunned at her high-pitched scream, then burst into thunderous laughter. Wang Luo, who was making his escape, nearly stumbled and fell when he heard her shout.

The three beasts, who had been feasting on roasted meat, nearly dropped their skewers in shock and looked at Wang Luo in confusion. Wang Luo gave a sheepish laugh, handed each of them a few more skewers, and hurried on his way.

In the Ruski Inn, after a satisfying meal and a leisurely stroll, the three beasts sprawled contentedly on the bed. Wang Luo entered a state of cultivation. In a nearby room, a little girl lay weeping in the arms of a middle-aged man, while two warriors knelt before him, terror etched on their faces.

“Speak! What happened?”

The middle-aged man, his face clouded, gently patted the little girl’s shoulder while barking at the two kneeling men. Hastily, the warriors recounted the incident as it had occurred.

Glancing wearily at the girl still sobbing in his arms, the man waved his hand dismissively at the two warriors, who scrambled away in relief at their reprieve. Placing the girl on the bed, the man comforted her, and whatever promises he made, she soon stopped crying and drifted into a deep sleep.

When the first rays of morning sunlight filtered into the room, Wang Luo opened his eyes from meditation right on time, a flash of clarity in his gaze. Stretching leisurely, he began the morning routine, preparing for breakfast.

Standing on the balcony, towel in hand, he wiped his face and gazed at the rising sun in the distance. A look of reminiscence crossed his eyes: he had been here for over nine years now, still an orphan after all. Fortunately, there was Father Lion and Mother Lion, and also Little White, Blood Wolf, Black Panther...

Suddenly, three resounding howls broke the silence, echoing through Wang Luo’s ears. He immediately realized trouble was brewing and turned to see the three beasts standing behind him, having just finished their morning howls.

Ignoring the odd look Wang Luo gave them, the three beasts shook out their fur in unison. Before they could stretch, Wang Luo quickly scooped them up and hustled them back into the room. But it was too late—every eye in Lawell Town had snapped toward the Ruski Inn.

“Even the weakest one is a fourth-tier magical beast, isn’t it?”

“When did Lawell Town get such powerful warriors?”

“Maybe they’re mighty magicians!”

The morning in Lawell Town was suddenly abuzz with speculation over the three beasts’ habitual howls. Everyone discussed the origins of these powerful creatures, guessing at the identity of their mysterious master.

“A fifth-tier beast, a sixth-tier beast, a seventh-tier beast—this kid is far from ordinary. Good thing I didn’t send anyone over yesterday, or we’d be in real trouble. But how can one person have three magical beasts? Could it be an equal contract?”

On a balcony of the Ruski Inn, a middle-aged man watched Wang Luo dart back to his room, frowning in thought.

In the bathroom, Wang Luo tossed the three beasts into the bath barrel, scrubbing them down as he spoke, “You three little troublemakers, no more random howling. If you must, do it quietly in the room…”

Muttering, Wang Luo laid out all the rules for the three beasts at once, leaving them confused and dazed. Only when breakfast arrived did the three regain their spirit and begin to eat with gusto.

Watching the beasts ignore his words and stuff themselves, Wang Luo realized for the first time that having these three little companions wasn’t always a blessing. Still, at least with them around, he’d have no end of trouble—and thus, a colorful life.

Determined to avoid trouble, Wang Luo took out the large wooden box he’d bought yesterday from his spatial ring, stuffed the reluctant trio inside, and carried the box downstairs.

As soon as he reached the staircase, he felt every gaze in the inn focus on him, eyes glinting strangely. Wang Luo shivered inwardly but kept his expression calm as he descended, settled the bill, and left.

Strolling down the main street of Lawell Town, Wang Luo noticed the number of followers growing behind him—now over a hundred. He was thoroughly annoyed: Why are you all following me? Just because I have three pets?

He muttered to himself as he wandered from one shop to another, while the people trailing him cursed silently: “Just you wait, kid. Once you’re out of Lawell Town, you’re finished!”

After a leisurely lunch at a restaurant, Wang Luo finally headed toward the town gates. The three beasts, now released from the box, sprawled on his head and shoulders, munching on fruit as they ambled along. Many of his pursuers swallowed nervously, afraid Wang Luo might slip away—they hadn’t dared to eat, or even visit the restroom.

At last, under the eager eyes of a hundred people, Wang Luo exited the town gates—only to find another hundred or so waiting outside.

Glancing at the greedy faces surrounding him, Wang Luo quickly sized up the crowd: fewer than twenty at the fourth-tier, the rest below that; not a single one above fourth-tier.

With a roar, Blood Wolf leapt to the ground, transforming into a towering crimson wolf over three meters tall. The pressure of a fifth-tier magical beast radiated outward as he howled to the sky, carrying Wang Luo and the other beasts as they swaggered past the town gate.

End of Chapter 36 of Azure Dragon in Another World: The Roar of Beasts.