Werewolf hunting rules

By the time Clayton arrived to rust the silver coins the next day, Julius had already arrived.

"The green-haired man is waiting for you." Charlotte mentioned this man reluctantly behind the counter, trying her best to lower her voice.

Clayton nodded to her and then went to the studio on the second floor.

Whether it was an illusion or whether the amulet given by Donna really had its effect, he felt that his luck had returned to normal.

The walk home last night was smooth and fragrant, and even the sound of the window knocker passing by on the next street seemed less harsh. Perhaps the long series of encounters that happened yesterday afternoon were just a once-in-a-lifetime coincidence, and everyone has one day in his life that is particularly unfortunate.

So, he suddenly felt that he might not need Julius that much.

Pushing open the door of the studio, a young man with long dark green hair was sitting in his seat, fiddling with Clayton's unfinished fake medal with great interest. This uninvited attitude almost made him put the other person away. Connected with Tritis.

"Why can't you move a stool yourself?" Clayton kicked a low stool to the table and motioned for Julius to move away from his seat.

The latter rose from his chair calmly and without any shame.

"How were you last night?" His tone didn't sound caring.

"not bad."

Clayton walked to the window and opened it for ventilation.

This answer was a bit unexpected. Julius sat opposite him and was stunned for a moment, but his expression soon returned to normal.

"That's not bad. Now we can continue yesterday's topic. I brought a crystal ball. I can quickly detect whether you are cursed."

He took out a familiar small crystal ball and placed it on the table. He asked Clayton to apply a little blood on it, and then muttered something. Soon, the surface of this small crystal ball, which was about the same diameter as an ordinary person's thumb, began to glow with a beautiful light. But the core is faintly black.

Clayton looked at it. The omen seemed ominous.

"What does it mean?"

Julius' brows were tightly knitted. He raised his head to glance at Clayton, then lowered his head in disbelief.

"It shouldn't be like this, you should be unlucky."

"I think you're cursing me right now." Clayton took off his coat and hung it on a shelf, then sat down and put his hat on the table.

A white bug crawled up from the side of the table and caught his eye.

This is a termite.

Squeak——

The chair under Clayton let out a mournful cry. The wood that had been eaten away by insects cracked and bent under the pressure of more than 200 pounds of weight. The two chair legs at the front were simultaneously twisted into the shape of a kneeling human leg. The entire The ground tilts forward.

His body tilted in sync, and his whole face hit the table hard, causing the objects on it to jump up.

Seeing this scene, Julius, who was opposite him, held the crystal ball and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's true."

"I think you might be cursing me." Clayton stood up, holding on to the table. He looked at Julius with an unkind look on his face.

Julius spread his hands: "I feel honored that you think so, but unfortunately, my level is not yet so high."

Clayton was speechless and had to kick the damaged chair all the way to the corner, but then he suddenly thought of something, walked to the coat rack, put his hand into his coat pocket, and took out a straw doll. Attach to belt.

The mage's eyes were attracted by this little toy.

"what is that?"

"A gift amulet, I think it should be useful. I was fine until I took it off just now." Clayton fiddled with it.

Julius's expression was completely different from before, and he became unusually serious.

"Where did it come from?"

"The ladies bought it at the market."

The mage held out his hand: "I need to see it."

The lieutenant had to take it off again and give it to him.

The straw doll turned over and over obediently in the Master's hands, but he never gave any explanation.

Eventually, he returned the doll to Clayton.

"I think it's an illusion. It doesn't have any blessing power on it."

"Is it possible that you are not mistaken?" Clayton asked with some regret. He naturally had expectations for Donna's gift.

Julius snorted coldly: "Its weaving method does use the Druid's straw weaving skills, but unless the vendor selling this doll is a Druid priest, there is no way it can be hidden from my eyes. "

The lieutenant still carefully put the doll away and listened to the mage's summary.

"I'm sure your luck has been deceived, but it's not the same as a curse." Julius concluded, crooning the golden words left by the ancient sages: "Even those who have no power, the sun and moon will judge them." According to the destiny and the palace of destiny, it can also save people from punishment and live long."

"Only newborn babies do not have good fortune. This is why they are prone to death due to accidents. Their fortune only begins to grow after they are one year old."

"Your current situation is that your life palace is empty. Something has blocked the moon's grace and returned you to your original state. It may be that the person you killed formed a demon spirit after death, or you may have taken the initiative to contact it. Items containing the mist of doom, so the Palace of the Four Beginnings is blinded and unable to connect with nature.”

Clayton had been reading books on the occult during this time, so it was not difficult to understand these.

He began to doubt the first possibility. Nearly ten people died at his hands last month. If anyone wanted to take revenge on him, it was a matter of course.

However, he remembered that the conditions for forming demon spirits were relatively harsh.

In order for the deceased to become a demon spirit, he must have resentment towards the murderer and what happened to him before his death.

But as long as one has predicted and understood one's own fate, the resentment will not be so pure. Only a person who thinks he is innocent and dies due to resentment can be transformed into a demon spirit. Soldiers who know that they may die at any time do not turn into demon spirits. Spiritual qualifications.

Clayton felt that none of the people he had killed recently died unjustly. Even if they were enemies, they knew full well what would happen to him in the future.

The only wild card is Athena Burgo, whose arrogance may feed resentment.

However, this speculation was rejected by Julius after he raised it.

"Spider Priest is the least likely person to turn into a demon spirit. She has traded all her existence to the devil. If she dies, all her memories and emotions will be swallowed up by the devil, and the remaining soul will be transformed into them. The same kind of people are thrown into the abyss.”

"Then it can only be a problem with the fog of doom, or are there other possibilities?" Clayton said, but he hadn't learned the terms for the fog of doom yet.

"Of course there are other possibilities. But demon spirits and fog of doom are the most common. I can't observe the fog of doom, so I can only rely on questions to rule out impossible things. Have you come into contact with anything new recently? For example, It looks like it has some age—"

Julius's feet scraped against the ground and he dragged the stool around half a circle. His eyes took in all the decorations in the room, so the sound gradually died down.

The antique dealer's place was full of things that looked a bit old, and he seemed to be asking nonsense.

"Actually, there is."

Clayton used a key to open a drawer on the left side of the table and pulled out a rectangular decorative box lined with red velvet soft cloth. He opened it and found three different pieces of jewelry inside, including the ivory pendant. He picked out the necklace.

"I have only received this piece of jewelry since I resumed business."

He handed over the necklace, but not only did Julius not accept it, he suddenly jumped up and took several steps back, knocking over the low stool.

"You still want to kill me? Don't take it!" he screamed.

Clayton withdrew his hand, and he suddenly remembered the scene when the tomb robber gave him this piece of jewelry.

The same thing happened to the fat old man. The glass shattered when his palm touched his counter. He had to pay the money and was almost arrested by Charlotte who notified the sheriff.

This was certainly a bad omen, but until Julius explained the possibility to him, he subconsciously thought that it was his own misfortune - the tomb robber had broken his counter.

Seeing that Clayton didn't insist on reaching out, Julius calmed down and returned to the low stool to sit down.

"Don't hand over items with the mist of doom to others easily. If the other person doesn't refuse, it means in occultism that he will fully accept the item and any add-ons attached to it. This is the same as not opening the door to strange creatures. The principle is the same."

He said thankfully: "I almost reached out and caught it just now, but fortunately I reacted quickly."

Clayton didn't hear Julius's last words. At this moment, he suddenly understood the existence of the necklace in his hand.

"Isn't this the jewelry of bad luck? Damn it!"

"You know it?"

"What antique dealer doesn't know about this kind of thing?" the lieutenant asked angrily.

Bad luck jewelry is famous for its bad luck. It is said that these jewelry were once worn by their famous and tragic original owners, so they inherited the unusual bad luck qualities. Handling such antiquities was considered taboo in his profession, and the few money-grubbers who dared to touch the jewels of bad luck soon ended up with their families and families ruined.

Even before he discovered the extraordinary world in the past, he had already stayed away from such jewelry with a sinister reputation.

Clayton had never imagined that the necklace could be a piece of bad luck jewelry until Julius reminded him.

Because it's so cheap.

Even if it is such an evil thing, there are many collectors who do not believe in evil or have special interests who are willing to acquire it. It is not uncommon for a piece of bad luck jewelry to be sold for thousands of pounds, and then the phenomenon of family destruction and death will continue to cycle. The death of the new owner will create more opportunities for the bad luck jewelry. Continue to add value.

This ivory necklace does not appear to belong to a famous person, but if Clayton were to die now, it would be worth twice as much.

To put it politely - he was in the early stages of shaping the legend of doomed jewelry.

Knowing that Clayton understood something similar, Julius relaxed a little. He leaned back slightly, but sat up straight again when he realized that the low stool had no back.

"It seems I don't have to waste any more words. Do you know how to deal with it?"

"I will find an evil rich man with interests that are very different from ordinary people, and then sell this necklace to him."

The mage coughed.

"Great, don't forget to remind your family to post an obituary before you die. I will come to visit your funeral then."

I'll take a day off tomorrow and I'll adjust my schedule again.