Werewolf hunting rules

When Donna saw the female vampire's smile, she was momentarily fascinated.

Vampires naturally have the ability to enchant, and when they are alone, this ability can be exerted without any hindrance.

The girl's heart beat much faster.

Putting the milk in front of her, she took a sip and couldn't help but think about what her uncle said.

Werewolves are all tall and strong, hairy and irritable. Most of these symptoms are reflected in Uncle Clayton. Alas, it would be great if they were not descendants of werewolves who would go crazy. If they were more elegant and powerful vampires, Maybe she could ask Barbara to help her now.

This idea was quickly cut off by herself.

There are no dark descendants in Bracola, but that doesn't mean that the devil mentors won't impart corresponding knowledge to their students.

Vampires themselves are corpses without blood, but if they want to stay strong, they must regularly drink human blood. Insufficient blood drinking will not only lead to weakness in strength, but also cause emotional deficit disorder. Although werewolves are rare, at least the onset of moon mania is The time is fixed and there are ways to prepare in advance.

Donna doesn't want to be a werewolf, but the existence of wolf blood is not an option, it's a fact.

In a sense, this was even the last gift from the father she had never met.

She put down the cup, turned over her hands, and grasped them with her fingers. The skin on her palms was white and rosy as usual, her nails were neatly trimmed, and the half-moon marks that represented health were well developed. The girl could not imagine that these hands would one day turn into Wolf claws. And beards. Do all werewolves grow beards? She had never seen any other werewolves, but the type of beard her uncle had made her afraid to think about it.

As the dark moon approaches, the possibilities she worries about will gradually increase.

"Alas -" she sighed at the possibility of growing a beard in the future.

Seeing her like this, Barbara lifted the jug in confusion and sniffed the milk in the jug. The smell inside did not seem to have gone bad.

Before the female vampire could continue to ask, her husband came in from outside. The man took off his blouse stained with ashes and sawdust, hung it at the door, kissed his cold wife again, turned around to see Donna, and smiled slightly. He frowned imperceptibly - he actually didn't welcome guests at home at the moment, no matter who came.

"I hope you don't hate it here."

Donna responded with the same courtesy: "It feels familiar here, like I'm home."

When she said this, she turned her head and looked at the huge window in the hall. The afternoon sunlight was shining through the curtains. On the table in the center of the hall, a bouquet of variegated flowers was placed in a vase, which served as a perfect decoration for this small house. The hall is decorated with a warm atmosphere.

Perot suddenly had a good impression: "Neither you nor Mr. Bello are from the city?"

"We are from South Bulliga. My father has a ranch there."

"Buliga, that's really far."

Barbara sighed and poured herself a glass of milk.

After becoming a vampire, she lost many of her sensory abilities, including her sense of taste. She could only regain her normal senses after drinking blood. But the strange thing is that dairy products also made her taste the taste even when she was thirsty for blood.

Unfortunately, this is not something that can be achieved every day.

Perot sat on the opposite side of the table, pressed his back against the back of the chair and let out a hearty sigh:

"Since he has a pasture, why are you coming to the city?"

Donna couldn't answer because Clayton didn't say it and her mother didn't tell her about it.

She was anxious and wise: "A distant relative of ours has passed away, and the property he left in the city needs someone to take over. Even if the store is sold, it won't be worth much. There are still many experienced employees in the store. It happens that my father I didn’t like the same old life, so I rented out the land and moved to the city to start a new business.”

"He's such an adventurous guy," Perot said. But he suddenly remembered that Julius had also praised his wife in this way, and his face turned ugly.

He sighed for a while and then spoke again: "Donna, are you literate?"

Donna nodded and said, "I can read."

"I want to ask you to teach Barbara how to write. It doesn't need to be too much. You just need to teach some basics."

It was not a difficult task, and Donna agreed, with happy smiles on both Perot and Barbara's faces.

But the proper reception etiquette was not completed yet. Barbara helped Donna go upstairs and went to the attic to change into an old skirt she had just found out from the closet. Their figures were similar, so this old cotton floral skirt was suitable for them. It fit Donna perfectly, and the bloody white dress was washed.

In addition, she sent some baked biscuits and honey, and went about her housework.

After Barbara finished her work, she returned to the attic, carrying a blank sheet of paper and charcoal, and sat down next to Donna like the most studious student.

In order to make this "teacher" feel considerate, Barbara placed the girl with handicapped legs and feet on a large easy chair with armrests. This old chair was made of tangled dead vines and had been in existence for a very long time. , it can be called an heirloom of their family, and it still exudes a faint smell of decaying plants. Donna grabbed the handrails on both sides and shook it back and forth a few times. She really felt very comfortable. She looked at the housewife who was looking at her eagerly, and suddenly there was a feeling. I feel like I have become an old grandmother.

She paused her shaking, took a deep breath, and spoke unconfidently: "So, where should we start? Well, do you have any old newspapers or other printed publications here?"

In the process of education, teaching materials are also very important.

But it seemed that Barbara had not made such considerations. She panicked: "Are these necessary?"

"As long as it has text."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief. She rummaged through the pile of junk next to her for a while and found a book with a black cover.

"Is this okay? This is all we have at home."

Donna took it. The cover of the book was made of pure black sheepskin. There was no text on the surface and it felt very rough. The paper looked yellow from the side, and the same was true when it was opened. It seemed that the contents inside would fall apart with just a little force. The feeling of staleness made her murmur in her heart.

When the book was opened, the text inside was not in Dornish but in Tallinn.

Donna doesn't know Tallinn. She can recognize it because she has studied the ancient language, which is the common ancestor of the writings of Dorne, Taunton and Tallinn. They share some letters and words, but that's all. That’s all.

Barbara definitely didn't want to learn Tallinn, she should learn Dornish. However, there are indeed some vocabulary words in it that can be picked out and taught individually.

"What is this book about?" she asked Barbara.

"It's a collection of bedside stories that my mother left to me. Although I couldn't understand it, I always thought I would need it in the future, so I brought it with me when I got married."

The female vampire answered so firmly that Donna turned to the second half of the book out of curiosity before mentally overturning this statement.

This is not a storybook, this is a family notebook.

There is actually not much content described in Tallinn in this book. After about twenty pages, the recorder's handwriting changed, and the text was changed to Dornish. It was obvious that the owner had changed. From this time on, Dornish became the main text in this book, indirectly explaining the changes in this family.

This period of change occurred at the end of the last century.

"Aunt Barbara, are your ancestors from Tallinn?"

Barbara nodded slightly blankly: "It seems so, how did you know?"

"It's written here." Donna gestured to her, "Please wait a moment, I want to choose a paragraph that is suitable for explanation."

Barbara's ancestors came from an extraordinary background, but in this generation, they could not even read.

But Donna was also from Butnu, and she knew the reason for this "decline" - the rural people did not have the need to be literate.

If a person can survive as long as farming, has no intention of studying, has no intention of going to the city, and has no relatives and friends living in a foreign land to talk to each other, then literacy skills are not necessary for them. This is especially true for girls.

When it came time to write a letter, they would visit a literate person with eggs and wine, but this was rare.

In the words of Principal Fatiya, extreme utilitarianism kills the motivation for literacy.

The girl roughly read the family history. Unexpectedly, Barbara seemed to have a good understanding of the book. There were indeed many "stories" in it, but the people who experienced these stories were all her ancestors. .

And if these stories are true, then there may be many descendants of extraordinary people in Revo, but they don't know it themselves.

This suddenly struck a chord with Donna.

Just like herself, although she was called by Bracola to learn magic when she was very young, she didn't know until this month that the family she belonged to was originally a werewolf family.

It seems that at a certain time, many of Dorne's extraordinary creatures went into hiding and did not appear easily in front of people.

Soon, she found an article that was interesting and suitable for teaching.

She raised her head, looked at her temporary student, and smiled slightly: "Then, let's start with this story, um, the story of Lax's daughter, the water nymphs."

Clayton and Julius came out of Bono's house, and their coachman Fraser did provide some different information.

Mr. Sevan, the son of Padre Louis, did have plans to go to the city. He spent some money and asked a convoy of traveling merchants to wait for him for a few days. However, he did not appear in front of everyone again. The convoy left after waiting for a few days. left, but Frazier's cousin Bono wasn't sure Sevan was in the car.

What is truly certain is that there was another local who left with the convoy—Scheller Lax.

This old man is unremarkable, but he is the father of Adelaide Lux, the most beautiful girl in the local area. His daughter was said to have followed a stranger to the city last month, but the old father did not follow him at that time. Instead, he delayed packing his luggage for a week and left the town with the convoy.

There is another strange thing. A circus came to Gevo last month. They performed publicly for a while and then disappeared. When people thought they went to the city, they all came back.