"General, no... Why don't we ask Monn to come over? Maybe he'll have some ideas."

The deputy's careful tone sounded in the meeting room.

The deputy was very tactful. He didn't say that Monn would definitely take care of the werewolves if he came, just that he might have some ideas, afraid that he might accidentally get on General Barton's nerves.

When Barton heard the deputy's words, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.

He thought about Monn, who was still showing off his might today, realizing that even though calling him would not be able to completely take care of the werewolves, it would at least be able to make the werewolves stop for a while and allow his soldiers to rest.

However, when he thought of Cardinal Monn's attitude, he felt that he did not want to ask this irresponsible person for help.

In addition, he also had a slight conflict with the Saintess of the Righteous Sect, so he could not bring himself to ask them for help.

Still...

Thinking of how Her Holiness the Saintess had specially sent someone to inform them that they were off duty, Barton could not help but think.

Based on their behavior, even if he went, would Monn and the others really come back?

After all, it was already past five o'clock.

According to what Monn said, he had already gotten off work.

Thinking of this, Barton waved his hand and said, "Let's think of another way."

When the deputy heard this, he lowered his head in disappointment, thinking that General Barton was still angry with Monn and the others.

What he didn't know was that Barton only felt there was a high chance that Monn and the others would reject him if he asked them to come over.

Instead of being rejected, it would be better for him to think of other methods.

General Barton thought for a moment and ordered, "Get the soldiers to return to the city. Don't engage in hand-to-hand combat with the werewolves. We humans will be at a disadvantage if we fight at night."

He then paused for a moment and continued, "When the soldiers return, get the long-range soldiers to go up and see if they can stop the attack of the Wolf Warlocks."

In fact, the Wolf Warlocks and the long-range army of the kingdom were similar in nature.

They were all mages who used long-range spells.

The difference was just that the Wolf Warlocks were proficient in elemental spells, while the long-range soldiers of their kingdom was proficient in spells exclusive to the kingdom.

General Barton did not expect the long-range army of their kingdom to be able to defeat the Wolf Warlocks of the enemy. As long as they could intercept their spells and not let them harm the defensive formation, it would be fine.

Hearing General Barton's orders, the deputy lowered his head and said, "Yes, General Barton!"

The deputy walked out of the meeting room and looked at the night sky which slightly red from the reflection of the Red Moon and sighed in his heart. This was the only way.

He passed down General Barton's orders.

The success rate of the entire kingdom's army in executing the General's orders was very high.

Soon, the soldiers who were fighting with the werewolves on the battlefield had retreated to the city gate while pushing back the werewolves.

Without the werewolves' chasing them, they quickly retreated into the city gate of St. Servant.

The long-range soldiers who had already stood on the city wall began to chant spells.

The city protection formation quickly opened up in front of them.

It added a trace of holy light to the dark night.

In the next moment, countless golden one-handed swords made of magic power quickly flew towards the werewolves who wanted to rush into the city at the moment the formation opened fully.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless booming sounds went off.

Smoke and dust instantly covered everyone's vision.

When the dust dispersed, dozens of werewolf corpses appeared in front of the city gate.

In the next moment, the defensive magical formation of St. Servant rose again, and an ice-blue light flashed once again.

Seeing this scene, General Wolf could not help but get furious again.

He roared, "Wolf Warlocks, quickly break that broken magical formation for me!"

The Wolf Warlocks saw that General Wolf was furious, so they quickly opened the formation and increased their power trying to break St. Servant's spell.

Perhaps it was because they had consumed too much magical power during the day when they faced the flames cast by Monn, so their spells were easily blocked by the royal soldiers.

Although a few of them still hit the protective formation, they only caused the protective formation to shake slightly.

This situation continued until the next day.

In the morning, Monn slowly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the dazzling morning light.

He stretched and lazily washed up.

After breakfast, Monn, who had nothing to do, saw the fishing rod in the corner of the living room. Only then did he remember that it had been a long time since he last went fishing.

Monn looked up at his watch. Seeing that it was still early, he changed into some casual clothes and took the fishing rod out.

Ace, who had just finished washing the dishes, saw him and hurriedly followed him. "Monn, what are you going to do?"

Ace couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He had never seen Monn go out at this time of the day.

Monn waved the fishing rod in his hand and said, "Going fishing."

Going Fishing?

Ace followed Monn with confusion.

They came to the place where Monn often went fishing.

There used to be a lot of people fishing in this place.

But now because of the werewolves' attack on St. Servant, no one dared to leave their house.

There was no one at the lakeside now.

They could even hear the roars from the north of St. Servant.

The roars continued throughout whole night, resulting in the residents of St. Servant being unable to sleep.

Every day, they were on tenterhooks, afraid that the werewolves would suddenly rush in.

However, Monn did not feel uncomfortable about it. He even slept very comfortably the previous night.

When he woke up in the morning, he thought that he had returned to his previous life.

He put down the fishing rod and hung the exquisite bait rewarded by the system on the hook.

He threw the fishing line into the lake.

Looking at the empty lakeside, Monn thought to himself, "There's no one here today. Let's see if I can catch any fish this time."

He deeply suspected that the reason he couldn't catch any fish before was because there were too many fishermen before.

Beside him, Ace looked at Monn's professional posture and couldn't help but say, "You really know how to fish!"

Hearing Ace's exclamation, Monn couldn't help but snort, "Of course, I'm the best at fishing in this area."

"Then let's catch a few fish today and have an all-fish feast tonight!"

Ace sat next to Monn and stared at the floating fish with anticipation.

Monn didn't consider the situation that he wouldn't be able to catch any fish. He said confidently, "Don't worry, I'll let you eat so much fish that you vomit tonight!"

Hearing Monn's confidence, Ace could not help but look forward to it even more. She even thought about how it would be serving the fish.

It was not until an hour had passed that Ace could not help but wonder, "Um, do you really know how to fish?"

Monn looked at the empty bucket and the motionless fishing rod, and his face froze.