In fact, this was just his childhood home. Now he is already a Great Grandmaster; within the Werewolf Clan, there is no one who dares to underestimate him. Even if he moved back to the ancient castle, Rob III and many Werewolf Elders wouldn't say a word.
However, Roberts had gotten used to living here, and he didn't like his brother or that ancient castle, so he stayed here.
Returning home, Roberts cooked a meal for himself. After eating, he practiced a bit and then lay on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly knocked on the door impatiently, shouting, "Roberts, get up, get up for me."
Roberts was woken up, anger rising in his heart, and with a bang, he pulled open the door, roaring, "What's all the noise? Can't a person sleep?"
Only then did he look at the person outside the door.
The person had an aged appearance, with a sharp gleam in his eyes; it was clearly a Werewolf Elder!
