Werewolf hunting rules

Later, Creighton placed Donna in the old Perot home, but there was a little hiccup in the process.

After Donna went to the attic and Perot retired to his bedroom, Barbara reported something unusual to him.

"That young detective, Ian Lazarus, do you remember him?"

Of course Clayton remembered this name: "I still remember that his brother might have been killed by us. Why, he has been looking for you recently? If you haven't exposed anything yourself, just relax. Young people sometimes do it for Love does extraordinary things.”

The female vampire shook her head: "If that were the case, I could always reject him, but now, he seems to have a misunderstanding about our place. He thought that the leatherworker was instigated by someone behind his back, and we may have been influenced by him. coercion. The boy wanted to get rid of him."

Barbara also felt a little bit about Detective Hook's peeping at home. With such vibrant blood, it was impossible for her to forget.

As for Ian's purpose - Barbara just hasn't read the book and is not an idiot. She knows that there are people in the world who don't like dark descendants. None of the other Hook detectives have shown similar enthusiasm, so this may only be Ian's. personal reason.

Clayton couldn't understand it, but he was glad that the situation was not as serious as he had imagined.

"Why does he think that? Did you do something?"

"I went looking for the body in the morning and he saw it."

"You mean the body?" Clayton glanced at Julius, who turned around as if nothing happened. "He saw you with the body?"

"No, but I'm the only woman going out. He might not think it's right."

Clayton was relieved: "It doesn't matter, we have determined that the monster is a leatherworker. Priest Lewis should have informed everyone of this. This kind of monster will kill people indiscriminately. Their instinct is to destroy similar people in the past." .”

"That's the problem," said Barbara. "There was this talk coming from the boys on the patrol, but Padre Lewis didn't say it publicly, so Ian wanted to go find him."

"Then let him find Louis."

"Louis has sealed himself in the church all day today and will not accept anyone's visit. It is said that he wants to prepare the sacraments, but Ian doesn't seem to believe this. He feels that if the leatherworker is so easy to deal with, there is no need for Priest Louis to be so grand. , he may be doing something bad by blocking the church.”

She answered so fluently that Clayton had doubts about her identity. He couldn't help but ask: "Madam, how do you know so much?"

"Because I asked him." Barbara answered him, with an inexplicable trust in Ian Lazarus in her tone.

The lieutenant had no doubts about vampire intuition. They were beings who could smell emotions in blood.

So he said sincerely: "It seems that he is a good young man."

Barbara nodded, her pride palpable: "He is quite good."

"I don't think you need to worry about him. Even if he gets confused, his companions won't. Hook Detective Agency has the idea of ​​establishing a base here to coexist with you for a long time. They would have to be crazy to attack you. Priesthood. If Ian really dares to do this, those few people will stop him."

Barbara still didn't understand, but she knew how to give up when she was ready, and firmly believed Clayton's statement.

They left Gevaux earlier than Clayton expected. After learning that the leatherworkers had been hit hard, all the patrol members became more motivated and wanted to hunt every day besides sleeping. More people joined them, starting from four o'clock. From the beginning, these people with guns had already started to stand guard.

Judging from their enthusiasm, the werewolf wouldn't be surprised if they found some other creatures to fight after the leatherworker died.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the hunters, he and Julius did not leave the town from the main road. They found a small road and set off with the chain on their shoulders, ready to spend the whole night in the wild. If the next day When someone asked them where they had been, they said they were visiting Perot's house. For the sake of their wives, the old man would vouch for them.

After walking for several hours, they finally saw the open space they had created when they came.

The bare tree stumps in the forest welcomed them back like old friends.

Julius spread the coat full of pockets on the tree stump and re-confirmed whether the materials for the binding ceremony were gathered.

"Willow branches symbolizing rebirth, frankincense, ashes after burning myrtle, coal known as the essence of the earth, dew condensed on petals in the morning, beef bone meal that is fresh or still fresh, aged aconite, and the intoxicating tincture of laudanum , dried yellow jujubes that have an alerting effect, soothing angry acorns, and a handful of the most common tobacco.”

He muttered something while taking out these miscellaneous things from his pocket. For the first time, Clayton knew what was in his pocket.

These things are disgusting just to look at.

"Don't let me eat them." The werewolf felt a little uncomfortable.

Julius came to his senses and paused the registration: "Eat? No, I can't let you waste it like this. These are very precious materials."

"They're obviously very common."

"So for laymen." The wizard sneered, "There is magic in everything. If you think they are ordinary materials, it is because you don't know how to activate those magic. Under the moonlight, pull the stems of verbena towards Twisting it off on the left side so that it has a better healing effect is the classic example. They may be common in nature, but activating their power when harvested is very laborious."

"I don't have time to explain the value of each piece of material. Just know one thing, that is, what you get is definitely worth your money."

An elephant, which is 300 pounds, is what Clayton paid Julius to prepare the cursed abundance potion.

Clayton had never bought anything similar before, so he didn't know whether the price was reasonable, but he chose to believe in Julius - there was nothing he could do if he didn't believe it, but he could at least feel better if he chose to believe it.

"It will take a while for me to prepare the potion, so you can transform first." the wizard reminded.

This process was not long. Clayton took off his clothes and as soon as he endured the pain and returned to his werewolf appearance, he had already mixed three cups of potion, one black, one yellow, and one white.

"Now, open a wound."

Julius instructed him to drop blood into a new empty cup, then use a match to ignite the blood to dry it, then grind the powder into the first cup of black potion to make it look more disgusting and smell like crushed insects. The mere smell of rotting soil of body parts and bird carcasses is enough to make one dizzy.

"This symbolizes your past. You just need to drink this cup later. The laudanum and amanita inside will guide the curse in your blood and let you find the breath of your ancestors. The willow branches and coal will awaken it. the power of."

This is the only cup I don't want to drink. The werewolf wrinkled his nose.

The second cup of half-coagulated blood was mixed with the ointment, stirred, and fed into the yellow potion. It quickly solidified into a lump like animal fat, and the smell was very fresh.

"This symbolizes your present. It contains dried yellow jujubes, acorns, and tobacco. If you are addicted to the illusion and can't escape when the morning star lights up, I will use this to smear your body to wake you up. Your will.”

Julius said as he calmly put away the third cup of potion.

Clayton noticed his movements and asked, "What is the third potion for?"

Julius raised his head and looked at the tall body that completely covered his shadow and took a deep breath: "That's what I used, a cup of poisonous potion that can kill werewolves. If you are extremely unlucky, in the first place If it loses control during the first binding ceremony and shows signs of breaking free from the iron chain, then I will apply poison to my body in time. If you eat me later, it will take revenge on me."

After getting the answer he wanted, Clayton was satisfied.

"You are really thoughtful in your work." He said happily with a wolf-clawed thumb.

If Julius had even prepared for death, then his preparation for this ceremony was undoubtedly very serious.

After tying the werewolf's legs to the big trees on both sides with chains, Julius picked up the black potion from the tree stump and sent it to Clayton's paw. The cup was the size of three beers. The bottle caps are super stacked and have a smooth appearance, making them appear small and exquisite in the hand. They need to be pinched tightly with fingers to prevent them from falling off.

Clayton held it in his palm and carefully looked at the magical liquid inside.

"Usually the ritual process lasts for four hours, and you will not become stronger immediately after it is over. The curses that were once attached to your ancestors will gradually be drawn and added to your body every night thereafter, making you Be more adaptable to the changes of werewolves. But if you are lucky, you might be able to learn something extra from the memories of your ancestors."

After explaining, Julius glanced at the sky and estimated the time based on his knack for star positioning.

"Drink the potion right now."

He stood back some distance, waiting for his work to take effect.

Clayton picked up the cup, closed his eyes, held his breath, and stuffed the entire cup together with the potion into his mouth.

The rich bitter taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, making the werewolf's hair stand on end, followed by a terrible sour taste, and numbness spread all the way backwards. Within a few seconds, this numbness filled the mouth, spreading from both sides of the mouth to Shoulders, then chest, waist, legs

His legs lost strength, and his body fell forward, and his vision became dark.

I don't know how much time passed before he felt his body again.

The werewolf propped up his body with both hands. Although he could not see it yet, the weight of the iron chains tied to his legs had lost its weight. It seemed that someone had untied the iron chains for him.

"Julius!" he yelled, but got no response. The situation made him wonder if the ceremony was over.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice came from his ear.

"Sakya, you have become like our father."