Werewolf hunting rules

Mr. Chud Osmar's violent temper made a deep impression on everyone.

Clayton finally understood why the locals didn't want to see him.

However, the matter between master and servant is not worthy of sympathy. There are no slaves now. Kuo Ke is a free man. If he does not plan to leave Chu De, then outsiders can't say anything.

The lieutenant is now more concerned about his own physical condition than outsiders.

As soon as he walked into the room and closed the door, he no longer suppressed the pain, his pupils expanded again, and blood-red liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth again.

He took off his shirt, and his muscular pale body was hot and swollen in places due to internal bleeding.

Clayton tremblingly touched the table knife from the table, walked to the empty wastebasket in the room, half-knelt down, and stabbed the abnormally bulging part hard, and thick blood spurted out along the blade. , the color quickly flooded the bottom of the empty barrel, but also fell a little on the floor.

The shock of falling from the second floor penetrated deep into his abdomen, causing the alien flesh and blood to rub against the original flesh and blood again. The pain caused him endless suffering, but he did not die.

Heartbreaking pain came like a tide from the parts where the alien flesh and blood grew, causing his muscles to spasm.

The water level in the barrel gradually rose until it reached one-third of its height.

After bleeding himself, Clayton sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for the pain to go away.

The wound healed quickly, but weakness followed, and it became more and more arrogant, even suppressing the werewolf's violent instinct.

Clayton was determined to perform a binding ritual.

On the way to Gevaux that day, he asked Julius about the curse. Although the green-haired mage is a human being, he is deeply influenced by the Presbyterian Church and knows far more information about the dark descendants than he does, including the ritual of the curse.

Julius made no secret of this.

As the main way for darklings to seek transcendent power, the ritual of binding is not complicated, but it requires extreme caution.

Here we have to explain a premise, dark descendant is a very general term.

It is not the existences inspired by the dark moon that are called dark descendants, but the existences that cannot inherit the great power of the sun are uniformly called dark descendants. Wizards and some special extraordinary creatures are not actually dark descendants. They can accept the White Religion. He was given the same name as a heretic just because he believed in paganism.

Generally speaking, excluding the general pagans, the dark descendants who have been cursed and alienated from body to spirit are divided into three categories according to their source of power and lifestyle.

The dependents of the moon, the dependents of nature and the dependents of the void.

Of course, their differences are sometimes not very clear.

In the popular sense, "dark descendants" generally refer to the descendants of the moon. They are also the most widely distributed and are the main audience for the curse ceremony.

The werewolves that Clayton belongs to are pure dark descendants inspired by the dark moon. They have the most distinctive characteristics of the moon's descendants. Curse is their main source of power and the source of life.

The curse is the way to absorb the excess curse into the body to gain power.

Under the joint induction of spirit and body, the dark descendant traces his bloodline and guides the power of the curse that his deceased ancestors once carried into his body.

Because the origin of the bloodline is closely related to these curses, their descendants inherit the same resistance while inheriting the bloodline, so they can bear a larger share and receive part of the information buried deep in the curse.

But infusing a large amount of curses through rituals skips the cumulative steps, and the risk of losing control is greater.

Especially for groups like werewolves who rely more on instinct, before they perform the curse ritual, the cursed person must be fully prepared, otherwise it is easy to be addicted to the remaining hunting memories of the ancient ancestors and cannot extricate themselves.

The amount of curse absorbed by the binding ritual cannot be adjusted, but it is generally the cursed person's share of natural efficiency for five to ten years.

Clayton decided to hold a binding ceremony near Ujevo after resolving the fog of doom.

He wants to completely eliminate the mark left by the spider priest on his body. The large number of werewolf curses brought by the curse will drive away the alien curse at once, so that he will no longer be weak.

To do this, he must restore his luck to normal and eliminate all outside interference.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, took a breath, then came down and pulled out the brazier under the bed, and used a flint lighter to light the fuel inside.

When the blood was lost, it also took away part of the temperature, and he felt a little cold now.

Pulling the coat he took off casually, Clayton wrapped it around his waist, intending to lie on the bed for a while, but the warm flame freed his nose from the cold air, and his sense of smell returned to normal.

This made him immediately smell the fresh scent of another person in his bed.

He walked towards the diagonal corner of the room by the window, where the ax had the same smell.

Someone had gone through his room.

When Ian Lazarus returned with the good news, he saw his employer discussing a very unpleasant topic with the innkeeper.

"Perun, do you have a spare key to the guest room?"

Clayton asked as he stood at the counter, Julius standing behind him.

Pei Lun was sitting in the back eating cookies. When he saw them, he sat upright and put down the food after hearing the question.

"Of course there are spare keys, right here." He took out a whole bunch of keys from the compartment where the two-handed sword was placed behind the counter and put it on the table. He looked at Clayton in confusion: "Did you lose your keys?"

Clayton shook his head: "No, I just wanted to know if you asked the guys to come in and clean the house when we were out?"

Pei Lun replied: "It's nothing. You guys haven't been here for a long time. If you need to clean the room, I can ask the guy to come there now. There is no extra charge for this service."

"Free" sounds like a good thing, but the stubborn customer in front of me still shakes his head.

"No, Peron, I just wanted to say that there might be a thief among your guys. Although he didn't steal anything, he made a mess in my room."

Ian Lazarus stopped behind Clayton, wondering whether to remind his employer that he had brought good news.

He couldn't see Clayton's expression, but he saw the innkeeper, Little Peron, stunned for a moment.

"Besides the cook, I only have one waiter here," Pei Lun said.

Creighton Bello's voice was calm and steady, almost devoid of anger, but it made people feel that something was wrong: "That's him."

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was joking, Pei Lun took a deep breath and turned around to greet the young waiter loudly.

"Bill!"

The sound reached upstairs, and Mr. Chude came downstairs again.

Bill still hasn't come out yet.

The painter did not completely walk down the stairs. He still had one foot on the step and turned half of his body to look at the people surrounding the counter in confusion.

"What happened."

Clayton didn't tell him the whole story, but just passed it by.

"It's a small matter, we can solve it quickly."

Since he, as the person involved, was unwilling to say anything, Pei Lun had no intention of explaining. They were just waiting here for Bill to come out.

Seeing that all of them were silent, Chud Osmar simply came down the stairs and stood at the counter to wait for the development of the matter.

But after about ten seconds, there was still no response from the back of the kitchen.

Pei Lun called the young waiter's name again, and finally heard a panicked response from the backyard.

"Sorry, sir, I'll be right back!"

"This boy" Pei Lun turned around and sighed in front of everyone.

Of course, this boy could not be his child, but an apprentice recruited from the city. The inspector of the workhouse of St. Solot Parish paid a fee of 8 pounds as tuition for this boy to learn to cook with him. And the ability to settle accounts.

In the past, they got along fairly well, but with the guests swearing so steadfastly, I'm afraid there may have been some theft.

There were no other guests in the hotel during the day. When he was clearing the snow, he hid the spare key in the grid on the counter. There were many grids on the counter. Only Bill and the cook knew his habit and could find the key at once.

But the cook went to find his lover after making breakfast, and he hasn’t come back yet

"If he really did it, I will teach him a lesson, I promise." Perron said to Clayton, and he swore that he was telling the truth.

Clayton declined to comment.

They waited for about ten seconds, but Bill still didn't come out.

Pei Lun couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you shitting in the yard?! Why are you so slow?!" He roared and stood up, angrily leaving his stool. If he caught Bill, he would give the kid a few slaps to remember.

Ian Lazarus stopped him.

"I'll go take a look."

Pei Lun looked at him and finally gave way to the aisle.

A person with a gun hanging all over his body might be able to let that bastard know the seriousness of the matter.

Ian walked through the gloomy, greasy corridor, with a few mice flashing past in the corners. When he reached the open-air backyard, the light got rid of the dimness and returned to a dazzling white.

Bill was there, next to the pile of firewood waiting to be split.

He half-knelt in front of the wooden stake, desperately pulling out an ax inserted into the firewood. When he saw the arrival of Detective Hook, he paused, with panic on his face.

Ian walked over and saw that a loose piece of the boy's shoelace had been smashed into the firewood being chopped by the axe, blocking the blade of the axe and causing it to get stuck only halfway down. But his strength was too weak, which meant that he could not pull out the axe, nor could he continue to split the firewood and take out the shoelaces. If he wanted to return to the hall, he had to drag this heavy firewood through.

"Don't move." Ian whispered.

He took out his dagger and pried a few times at the crack in the firewood, but failed to break it open, so he had to cut the shoelaces.

"Boss Pei Lun is calling you, go quickly."

"Thank you, sir. He must be angry that I didn't put the plates in time." Bill glanced at him gratefully and ran to the kitchen. Ian didn't have time to tell him the reason, but he felt that it didn't matter - He had to know.

The detective walked slowly behind, watching the boy move a tall stack of plates in front of him with difficulty.

The stack of plates was so high that Bill had to stick his head out from behind to see the way clearly. When he walked into the lobby from the aisle next to the counter, he saw everyone looking at him and stopped in fear.

Mr. Chude hooked his finger at him and tapped Clayton with the thumb of his other hand:

"This new gentleman wants to see you."

The young man looked at Clayton, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face. When his hands shook, several plates fell down and shattered.

He heard the sound of broken porcelain and subconsciously looked towards his feet. The shaking of his body caused more plates to fall. He raised his feet in panic to retreat, but he heard Pei Lun's voice in his ears.

"Idiot, stop moving!"

So Bill's feet that were originally lifted in the air stopped again. The heavy plate in his hand made him lose his balance. His body tilted and rotated backwards, and then he fell to the ground.

Under the gaze of everyone, he did not get up again.