Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton narrowed his eyes. Priest Lewis's reaction was obviously abnormal.

"What, you don't think we can see the beast?"

The priest's eyes shook, and he also realized that he had made a mistake: "I mean, we did a lot of tests, but we couldn't find the werewolf in the past two days, so I think it should not be in the town now, but He escaped to an area outside the town and should not be here."

He didn't know Clayton's itinerary for the past two days, otherwise he wouldn't have used this excuse.

Clayton said oh, noncommittal.

"Then what we saw was not a werewolf."

"What?" The priest finally became really nervous: "Then what did you see?"

"I only saw a section of leg, like a werewolf, but without any hair. It looked a bit like a broken human leg. The feet looked like rabbits, with very long toes."

"Where did it appear?" Louis' shoulder muscles tensed up.

"On the roof of the house behind the hotel."

After receiving such a definite answer, the priest immediately asked them to take him to the scene to check. They returned to the inn together and asked Perron to borrow a ladder, because the priest wanted to climb to the roof where Clayton had witnessed the monster to inspect it.

It snowed a few days ago, but now the snow has melted, naturally washing away a layer of dust on the double-sloped roof, revealing the dark brown material underneath.

Padre Louis went up to the roof alone, leaving the others below.

After a while, he looked down from the roof. His face was ten times uglier than before.

"Help, I need someone who can run fast to bring the holy water to the church." He suddenly realized that they were all strangers, so he added: "The holy water is stored in front of the angel, which is under the alcove. If you can't find it, Come, then put some in the wash bowl at the door and bring it over."

No one wanted to do the job, so Clayton went a little further and paid a small fee to hire a local to help.

He came back soon and saw the wizards pestering the priests for explanations.

Julius disguised himself as a poor and helpless pharmacist, while Donna was the frail daughter of an antique dealer. The two pretended to be panicked and asked Priest Louis what he was thinking.

The priest on the roof shrank back and did not show his face again, but his voice sounded tired.

"There are indeed evil things passing through here, but you don't have to worry. The Lord is always watching us. When we are in danger, he will definitely send us blessings so that the evil ones will retreat and the evil things will be punished."

His comfort fell into emptiness.

If the following people are really believers, maybe this rhetoric can be of some use.

Because the entire audience was heretics, the priest was questioned in a disrespectful manner, and he patiently replied over and over again with things the heretics did not want to hear.

Clayton had grown tired of the situation earlier than he had.

The illogical conversation made the werewolf feel strange from the bottom of his heart, and he could not allow his companions to continue.

He interrupted them: "I think we should wait a little longer. Don't pester Mr. Louis with questions. I have asked someone to go to the church to get holy water. When the holy water comes, Mr. Louis must have an idea." After all, we can’t let laymen like us do the exorcism.”

There was silence for a brief moment both on the roof and below the ladder.

The priest spoke again. He seemed to have just understood their worries from Clayton's hint, and now he finally expressed his judgment.

"The monster you can see may be an [evil creature]. The "Hidden Book" of the sufferer warns everyone to keep their hearts and desires: 'The cup must not be filled, and the task must not be extreme." People whose desires and evil thoughts are twisted and powerful and cannot be satisfied It will be alienated by the evil in the heart, forming an [evil creature] that retains some human characteristics, and different emotions and desires will cause different alienation."

Although it was detrimental to his authority to say so, Padre Lewis admitted his shortcomings.

"As for the one you encountered, I can't yet determine its type. However, no matter what, this evil existence does not dare to step into the Holy Land. If you are afraid, you can hide in the church and seek shelter."

Evil creatures are more afraid of the power of miracles than ordinary darkspawn, because they are the opposite of the good qualities of humans.

Clayton and Julius both felt heavy in their hearts.

They also have a certain understanding of evil creatures, because the way they are born is relatively harsh. Such twisted creatures are often related to the induction of demons, but they have absolutely nothing to do with the 'beasts' that Professor Christopher calls them.

In other words, they have one more enemy.

"Who else have you told this about besides me?" the priest suddenly asked.

Clayton answered him, "No one, and I don't think there is any other more reliable exorcist in town than you."

Louis leaned out from the roof again and looked at him.

"Then I would like to ask you to keep this secret until tonight."

The holy water was quickly delivered to Padre Louis.

Although the Evangelist was not good at fighting, he did not summon others to protect him, but checked on the roof alone.

Clayton and others returned to the hotel and observed the priest's actions from a second-story window.

But it was of no use. Some of the tricks couldn't be understood just by looking at them. What's more, there was a street between them, and there were slopes blocking the view, making it impossible to see the details.

Donna soon became bored and sat on the bed to the side and sighed.

"Uncle, you haven't solved your bad luck yet. Should we go somewhere else? What have you found out now?"

Clayton withdrew his gaze, stepped back from the brightness in front of the window, and sat on the chair opposite her.

"Danny, the jeweler's son who had met the original owner of the Doomed Jewelry, knew nothing about the whereabouts of his employer, only that he was a stranger. Sevan, the son of Priest Louis, was suspected of having a conflict with the employer by the river and is now unknown. His father seemed to know something about it, but didn’t want to mention it more – which is why we are still here ‘walking the maze’.”

"There is a wizard by the river who can erase people's memories, and he seems to be observing this matter. In addition, there are also people in the town who are malicious to us, but their identities are unknown. The werewolf rumors in the town originated from a sounding conch. , but I don’t know whose work it is, maybe it’s one of the first two.”

"And in the forest outside the city, there are still beasts that are greedy for misfortune and are waiting for opportunities. Last night, another evil creature also targeted us."

Listening to her uncle's long and emotionless narration, Donna's eyes grew wider and wider.

"We seem to be in a lot of trouble."

"He hasn't gotten rid of his bad luck yet. It's normal for everything to go wrong." Julius answered her.

Donna couldn't stand it anymore: "Let's go to the river for a walk. Just think of it as a walk."

In fact, she still hasn't let go of her suspicions about her uncle. Evil objects are the final form of people who are tempted by demons, and Clayton himself has a demon hidden in his study.

She didn't want Uncle Clayton to get involved in anything like this again.

"Do you have the confidence to deal with the wizard who can modify memory?" Clayton asked: "He is very skilled and can even delete people's memories in detail. I don't know if he is hostile to us, but considering that I am There is so much bad luck, there is no telling, we can’t wait until he becomes our enemy before taking precautions.”

Donna was more reliable than he thought.

The girl stretched out her hand and clenched her fist in front of Clayton with her palm upward. As she exerted force, some faint ancient words emerged from her wrist, forming a circle.

"Principal Fatia gave me a blessing that can withstand this type of attack. And our fates are connected. As long as one of us is not hit, the other will not lose his memory."

The news was timely, but Julius was not relieved.

"Don't underestimate that spell caster. Since he has this ability, it is likely to be a copper ring, or even lead. And you and I are only at the level of iron fingers at best."

He knew that Bracola did not pay attention to this set of academically recognized hierarchical systems, and those sloppy wandering wizards preferred the classical chaos classification method, but this did not mean that the gap between wizards did not exist.

This matter seemed to be still controversial, but Clayton made a calm decision: "Then let's go to the river for a walk. We really have no other way out."

Julius opened his mouth, only to find that this was exactly what happened.

As long as they continue to explore along the river, sooner or later they will encounter the wizard who can modify other people's memories. His father, bearing the price of breaking his contract with the Holy Grail Society, is still sleeping and unable to help. And Clayton's misfortune has been getting worse. Even if Donna shares his burden, he may not be able to survive the arrival of the New Year.

However, wizards are not all murderers. Those who kill at the slightest disagreement are also a minority among extraordinary people.

If they are cautious, they may not be unable to communicate with each other in a friendly manner.

The wizard thought this was the best possibility, but he didn't know if Clayton's bad luck would allow them to do so.

He sighed: "I'll go with you."

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Both wizards jumped up in fright - they had just discussed a secret topic.

Clayton walked over and opened the door, but what he saw was a guy who didn't want to deal with him anymore.

Ian Lazarus.

The young Detective Hook stood at the door with a normal expression. He seemed to have forgotten Clayton and his own little unhappiness.

"Sorry to disturb you at this time, but I heard you are a Sheriff? We have found a body on private property at the Detective Agency and would like your assistance in the investigation."

No one in Gevaux knew the identity of Sheriff Clayton. He immediately concluded that Barbara had told the young man, but he didn't know what went wrong, causing the female vampire to reveal her identity to the detective. Another identity.

He answered Ian: "That's right, but Gevo is not in my jurisdiction."

The Sasha City Public Security Department sometimes switches jurisdictions for the police officers, but it would take them a day to ride a fast horse in Jevo, which is no longer within the scope of the city.

The detective was not used to forcing things on others, so he took off his hat and put it on his chest.

"I still hope you can go and take a look at the situation. We have brought the body back. Someone recognized it as the trainer of a traveling circus. Well, he seemed to have been killed by a werewolf. Did you encounter it in Sasha City? Is this the case?"

Clayton glanced back, but Julius also had a look of surprise.

"You lead the way." He said helplessly.