Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton thought he could stay out of it, but he didn't.

He took Adelaide's warning to heart and stopped looking for Winston Jean Stewart, who instead came looking for him.

This guy and his companions came to the hotel for a visit, and when he came out, they came out with an extremely cold expression, as if they were here to forgive his debt.

"Listen, Clayton, the horse you bought from me can't be given to you now. The monster disemboweled it and the butcher just finished picking up its body. But if you want some more meat, we can give it to you. Send me some."

In the past, when they were equals in training, they were overshadowed by him in military rank, and then after he retired, he became a member of the superior organization of the gang to which he belonged. Winston actually did not want to see Clayton, which made him feel uncomfortable. , but he had to come to see him this time.

However, to Winston's surprise, Clayton did not show any surprise or anger, but always looked noncommittal, which made him relax a little.

They had forgotten some things since they left the river last time, and it was not until they found clothes that did not belong to them in their luggage that they could barely recall some of their memories. It's just that the memory of this part is like traces of poor quality chalk scattered on a blackboard, still blurry. His only remaining companion is almost scared out of his mind. Even if he goes out with him now, he will still stand in the corner and shriek. trembling.

After all, Winston was born into a noble family and had heard about similar witchcraft curses, so he was not panicked and could think rationally about the reasons.

The best way to find out why a missing person is missing is to find him.

However, because they arrived in Revo not long ago, the first place they went to was the hotel and then the river. Many people were still unfamiliar with these foreigners. Regardless of remembering their faces, the hotel owner Perun still remembered the missing companion, but he only remembered that they were missing one person.

Fortunately, Winston still remembered Clayton Bello's questions during the last meeting. They met him and his niece before they lost their memories.

The main purpose of their coming to Clayton this time was to seek help.

Winston glanced back at his pale companion uncomfortably, then turned back to Clayton and continued: "I have another question. You asked me a few days ago where my other companion went. We Now need to know when you met him.”

Clayton Bello finally reacted, and he frowned slightly: "It's really baffling, Winston, are you still conscious? Could it be that you left some hidden wounds on the battlefield? Since you just crossed As soon as you cross the threshold and walk in, you start chattering these incomprehensible words."

"When did I buy a horse from you? And your people. Aren't you all there?" He pointed to another tomb robber.

Winston couldn't help but glance back again, to make sure there was still only one person behind him, and then turned back.

"That's not right. You must have asked us about that person the day before yesterday. You are now a member of the Presbyterian Church, and you should know that there are methods in this world that can erase people's memories."

Clayton was indifferent: "Whose business did I ask?"

"I can't remember his name, but he's missing now."

The way Clayton looked at Winston changed, as if he was looking at a man who had lost his mind: "Stuart, I never knew you could be such an idiot! If I had asked you this, would I not have known? Or should I? Do you think I will be plotted by a third-rate wizard in the countryside? I also have a mage consultant hired with a lot of money!"

"I heard someone calling me?" Julius slowly poked his head out of the kitchen, like a lazy turtle.

Perron was still dealing with the horse carcass with the butcher, and the inn's cook had taken several days off because he was afraid of monsters. Today, he and Donna had to try to make dinner, otherwise they would only have frozen apples to eat tonight.

The antique dealer glared at him, pointed at an acquaintance from the past army, and shouted to the wizard: "Tell him, has my memory been damaged by magic?"

Julius blinked and said, "Of course it's impossible. That's why you hired me, isn't it?"

Seeing such a scene, Winston felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He did not expect that even the formal members of the Presbyterian Church would have their memories disturbed. The horror hidden in Gevo was beyond what they could handle.

But he still didn't give up: "What about Uulun's daughter? She should have seen that man too. She was with you that day."

Before Winston could finish his words, he saw Donna coming out of the kitchen, punching the wall, and angrily muttering, "All the dried artichokes are spoiled, it's really outrageous!" Such complaints were seen. Even outsiders like him don't shy away from it.

Clayton raised his chin to draw his attention back.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?"

The corners of Winston's mouth twitched, but he ultimately did not adopt this suggestion.

"No, maybe I really made a mistake."

"As long as you know."

Clayton didn't get up and watched this old acquaintance leave the hotel with his trembling "little friend".

Julius came out of the kitchen again. He was wearing an apron and leaning against the door with his hands on his hips. He immediately had the air of a skilled chef.

"How's dinner going?" Clayton asked.

"There's only apple and pumpkin porridge tonight, no stew. You have to go to the backyard to get some raw meat." Julius wiped his hands with his apron: "Don't look at me like this. The variety of raw materials in this kitchen is too poor. After all, here It’s the country. But I added a little cinnamon, and it never goes wrong.”

Cinnamon is always right.

Donna looked down upon her temporary kitchen partner and turned away.

"An alchemist's cooking skills. Thank God you didn't add mercury to the food."

Julius rolled his eyes: "Humph, the fire-burning skills of the wandering witch are not very good. You'd better pray that you become a werewolf soon, so that you can have a reason to explain to others why you like to wear hair and drink blood so much."

Donna stared and wanted to continue the fight, but this time the wizard had a taste of the fun of arguing because Donna's uncle, his employer, was sitting not far away.

Julius quickly changed the topic and the person he was talking to: "These tomb robbers are really easy to trick, but don't you think they will suddenly figure it out?"

Adelaide said they would regain their memories, but never said it would be so soon.

If they remembered the living sacrifice after just one day, it wouldn't take them long to recall it all.

There is no way to stop this. Even if all the spiritual belongings of the missing person are destroyed, as long as there are still people who remember the missing tomb robber, their spirituality will overflow like a magnet and continue to attract memories that the forgotten person subconsciously ignores. Even the officiant Clayton is like this.

This is also why the Druid priests in the past usually lived in seclusion.

"I don't care if they can guess the truth. As long as there is no evidence, they can be suspicious as much as they want. If they dare to disturb us again, they must be prepared for the consequences of us revealing their identity. The identity of the tomb robber alone is enough." Enough for the locals to execute them ten times." Clayton said coldly. The vegan menu really angered him. He had to eat these things and run around doing his job. It was simply unbearable.

The bad luck had been lifted, but his recycling work and the old hunter's profound hints made him unhappy.

He still doesn't know what the price of the latter's concealment of Donna's identity will be.

"Oh, I just have a suggestion for you." Julius said: "Now that your bad luck has been lifted, we'd better go to the curse ceremony tonight. The cleared space before can still be used as a place for this time. Ceremonial venue.”

After the binding ceremony is held, Clayton Bello's werewolf bloodline will be strengthened again, and the wizard will receive a large reward. This is what they agreed on on the way here.

Clayton thought this was a bit fast, but he didn't refuse.

They originally planned to perform a ceremony on the way back, because the road was too far and it would take two or three hours to reach the ceremony site. However, the old hunter's patrol members would still patrol the town tonight, but they only needed to go out early. , stay up all night, so you don’t have to explain to others why you have to come out so late.

Furthermore, he was really fed up with the alien curse inhabiting his body, which caused him to feel the pain of muscle tearing when he transformed.

Hearing that they were discussing occultism-related content, Donna immediately posted over.

"The binding ceremony? I want to observe it too."

She knew what the binding ritual was, and she wanted to take this opportunity to observe her uncle's werewolf form - if she wanted to become a werewolf in the future, she would be familiar with it now.

"No, you can't go." Clayton refused her and said, "You have to stay at Mrs. Barbara's house until we come back. There is a risk that the binding ritual will get out of control. If my out-of-control ugly appearance is seen by others, I will definitely Ashamed. This is a personal reason, please respect me."

This answer surprised Donna, but then she couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, uncle, I'll wait for you at Aunt Barbara's house."

Although she really wanted to see it, after hearing this explanation, she decided to restrain herself again.

Seeing her reaction, Julius curled his lips.

He knew the truth wasn't the case.

Thinking back to the time when this man turned into a werewolf and defeated himself, all he asked his father for was a pair of pants. His real reason for rejecting Donna must have been similar to that time.

The human form is disguise, and Clayton Bello still can't accept that.

"Do you need anything else to prepare for the binding ceremony? I think the shops in the town should still be open at the moment." The lieutenant stood up from his chair.

Julius stood up straight. He had already prepared: "I have the most important materials here, but you'd better buy some more iron chains. Well, I'm not talking about the risk of failure in the first spell. It’s going to be big. It’s just in case.”

"I see."