Werewolf hunting rules

"The conditions suitable for fairy circle fungi to grow are similar to those here."

Julius took a breath and looked at the river bank worriedly: "But these fungi can be used as casting materials to delete specific memories under some special rituals. It is a very rare material, and only a few existences know how to cultivate and utilize it." It, there are very few fairy circles that grow naturally.”

If the tomb robbers were really interfered by this fungus, there must be someone with extremely special abilities behind them.

The wizard concluded: "Whoever can do this must be a spell caster."

"Could it be the fault of the man who was watching us just now?" Clayton asked him.

"I'm not sure. It requires a lot of mental strength to exert the ability of clairvoyance, but wizards are not the only ones who can do it."

Julius often speaks freely, but when he encounters real big trouble, he does not hesitate to be more cautious. For this reason, he would rather give a vague answer. It is better to be prepared with two hands, even if both preparations are insufficient. I only made one kind of preparation but encountered another situation due to bad luck.

"Then how many people can this kind of spell affect at one time?" Clayton asked again.

"It's hard for me to explain it to you, but at least it won't affect here, or the town - if the caster stays by the river."

Clayton was relieved by the wizard's conclusion, which meant that the information they obtained from the town should not have many errors.

This also means that people in the town should also remember the Third Man on Easter Island. However, it seems that the tomb robbers arrived in Jevo today and are not familiar with the locals. No one may notice their abnormality.

As for what the person who deleted their memories wanted to do, Clayton decided to deal with the matter here first and think about it after dinner.

He looked up at the sky. Today was still a day when the sun was obscured by clouds, and it was already evening, so the sun's hold on him was no longer so strong.

"Let's get down," he ordered.

Among the colorful tents at the foot of the slope, they didn't see many people coming in and out.

Because the light was poor, the tents were lit with lights, but only the largest white tent was like this. Everyone seemed to be concentrated inside. Clayton saw several figures visible on the cloth outside the glowing tent, surrounding a Something is standing.

The opening of the tent was in the opposite direction from the way they came, so Clayton and Julius had to circle around to see the people inside, as well as the people inside.

When they were still some distance away, they heard the people inside talking and couldn't help but slow down.

A man in the camp whose age he couldn't tell spoke angrily: "We found nothing again. Have you really searched everywhere?"

The hoarse female voice answered him: "I must have searched all the directions I'm responsible for. You should ask other people."

"Of course I do too," said the man who sounded quite oily.

The last man sounded quite tired: "I have nothing to defend, Captain, but do you want to see the blisters on my feet?"

"That saves you the trouble," said the first man to speak.

Sighs came one after another from the camp.

The hoarse female voice sounded again: "It seems we have to wait."

"We can't wait a few more days." The team leader interrupted her again with a loud voice: "Those bastard detectives actually want to buy this piece of land. They all carry guns, and who knows how many more are behind them? People are coming? The chance to find the beast is only this month. We have changed several places, but this must be the closest place to the beast's lair, otherwise"

Clayton and Julius both tilted their ears and wanted to continue listening, but the woman in the tent suddenly hissed.

"There's someone outside," the woman said.

At the same time, her shadow pointed in their direction.

Julius hurriedly stepped back to avoid the fingers, but he stepped on a dead branch and made an irrefutable noise.

They were discovered.

There was silence in the camp.

Clayton and the wizard simply walked around to the entrance of the camp. The curtains on both sides of the front were lowered, forming a closed door.

A man with long greasy hair squeezed out from the slit in the middle of the curtain. He was dressed in colorful clothes and had pointed boots. He was obviously a clown in the circus. In fact, clown costumes are usually taken off, but if you use your brain, you will know that it is winter and they live in such a windy area, so they must put more effort into keeping warm.

"Sorry, but we're not performing anymore," he said tiredly.

Julius answered him: "We're not here to see a show."

"Then what are you doing here?"

The leader's voice sounded, and a stout man in black robe stooped out, rolled up and tied the curtain, revealing the layout inside the tent.

There was a table in the middle, with an oil lamp lit on it, but nothing else. There was a pile of crates in the corner, and a Gilda woman wearing a cloak with only her chin exposed was leaning on it. , holding a crystal ball in his hand, two strands of curly chestnut hair growing from under the hood and hanging down to his chest. Next to him was a man in a black dress, but he was thin and tall, with a soft whip tied around his waist. He looked like an animal trainer in a circus. When he saw outsiders, he put on his bowler hat. Protect your bald head.

The leader turned around. He wore a smooth porcelain mask on his face and gloves on his hands, making it seem like he was trying to hide something. It is worth mentioning that his belt buckle was extremely exaggerated, about the size of a palm, like It is a silver mirror with two gemstones on the left and right - it may also be colored glass.

Clayton's wolf eyes swept over them one by one, trying to find the malicious figure.

Every one of them is suspicious.

"We're here to find someone," Julius said. "There was a man standing on the hillside just now and staring at us rudely. My friend and I wanted to come and reason with him."

Clayton got the most looks, with the circus employees looking unanimously at the ax on his shoulder.

It’s not often that someone can reason with such a big axe.

Julius looked back at his companion and emphasized again unconvincingly: "We really just want to reason with him."

"So, did you see anyone else around?" Clayton asked with a bad look on his face. He was getting hungry.

"We haven't gone out much recently," the group leader said.

This is obviously a lie.

"But we just heard you say that you have searched everywhere - I don't know what you are looking for, but you must have been out. If there is no one else here, the rude person we saw can only be one of yours." ”

"The bastard also gave us a pretty obscene gesture."

In order to increase his persuasion, Julius raised his right hand, curled his middle finger and ring finger and pinched them with his thumb, making a "devil's horns" gesture.

This gesture has the meaning of castration.

"Sounds like something Raisman could do," said the woman, probably the Gilda.

The trainer gave her a nasty look.

"I've never been on the slopes, how could they have seen me."

This subconscious answer aroused dissatisfaction from another person. The group leader turned to look at him unhappily: "You are in charge of the east side, why don't you go check it?"

The animal trainer spread his hands and twisted his waist and walked towards the group leader: "Please, the grass over there is so high. If any large beast passes by, it will definitely leave traces. I can tell it by just looking at it from a distance. , not wrong at all.”

It seems that without Clayton and Julius pursuing it, the circus's problem will turn into an internal conflict.

Julius took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, his face twisted and he covered his chest tightly with his palms. The glorious hand he put in his pocket regained its strength at some point and struggled desperately to jump out of the pocket.

Seeing him like this, the people in the circus turned around in surprise.

The leader asked: "What happened to him?"

Clayton replied succinctly: "He was wearing a corset and was out of breath."

"I have medicine here!" The circus director suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran towards the tent.

This sudden enthusiasm is amazing.

Clayton's excuse gave Julius more time to turn around and deal with the living hand, but the strength of the hand was beyond his imagination, and the sticky corpse wax on the surface made it difficult for him to hold it firmly. As soon as it relaxed slightly, the hand jumped out of his encirclement and fell to the ground.

The circus people and Clayton's group were silent.

The glorious hand fell on Julius's crotch, but remained motionless, as if he struggled out just to get to know everyone here.

It worked.

The Gilda woman no longer leaned against the glove box. She straightened her back and looked at the sallow human hand in amazement.

"That seems to be"

The leader came out with the ointment and saw the human hand falling. His movements froze briefly, but he quickly responded.

"You also received a commission from Professor Christopher?"

"Strictly speaking, not really." Julius awkwardly picked up the hand and put it back in his pocket.

This response had revealed that they knew Christopher. Clayton frowned. He felt that it was necessary to teach the young man how to speak.

"You didn't get attracted to that mine like those idiots, but found your way here. It seems you have some skills. Why don't you cooperate with us?"

The circus director continued as if he had not heard Julius's explanation: "We have searched around here several times. Although we did not find the beast of doom, at least we now know that it will not Where to show up. If we have the two of you as helpers, we can completely surround it, the hunting operation will be a great success, and then we will share Professor Christopher's reward equally per head - what do you think?"

He stretched out his hand, the porcelain mask lowered slightly, and Clayton shook his hand without saying anything.

They should have reached a cooperative relationship.

The circus ringmaster turned cheerfully and walked toward the tent, rubbing his head against the curtain.

"Come in, I'll show you our map markers so you know where to go and continue looking."

Clayton glanced at the other circus members. Their positions were still scattered and their faces were indifferent. They seemed to be 100% supportive of the leader's decision. The female fortune teller was even more focused on looking at the glass ball in her hand. No. Look at them again.

Seeing that he was still standing in front of the tent, the clown stretched out his hand to guide him inside.

The lieutenant turned his eyes back and walked in first with the ax on his shoulder. He just made a signal to Julius with the hand behind his back.

"He found out!"

The Gilda woman holding the crystal ball suddenly raised her head and screamed: "Kill them!"