Werewolf hunting rules

Regardless of how the ticket got to Perot, they were unable to use it.

Maybe they were tidying up the home here so they didn't have time to leave, or maybe they simply forgot it here. No matter what, this ticket cannot be exchanged for circus services.

When Julius thought of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.

He will remember that battle until his later years.

"I really haven't seen it." He saw Donna reluctantly shaking her head and looking away from the bill.

"That's strange. You must not be short of money, and there are traveling circuses everywhere."

"It has nothing to do with any of this. It's my mother who won't let me see it."

"Why."

"Because she didn't like to hear people laughing when they were watching clowns and weirdos coming out. She thought it was sinful to ridicule other people's appearance."

Donna suddenly realized that she had said too much and immediately shut her mouth.

"She's a good mother," Julius commented.

He took out the ticket again and put it in front of Donna.

"But such a stoic life is really not suitable for a girl like you. Your uncle will definitely be willing to fulfill your wish."

Donna hummed softly, her eyes brushed over the circus ticket, which was painted with a luxurious stage and colorful flags. Several little people with exaggerated looks stood happily in the center. Just looking at their costumes, she felt like Can guess their corresponding identities.

Tamer, Clown, Fortune Teller, Puppet Master

A finger pointed at it.

"This, this... and this, they were killed by me and your uncle last week, including the circus ringmaster. So even if this ticket has not expired, you can't use it anymore."

"Do you have to mention this?"

Donna put down the note angrily, and then remembered that her uncle's life or death was still uncertain, and her mood immediately dropped.

The fateful link between her and Clayton is still maintained because the latter's fate has returned to normal and she can no longer sense the other's condition. But if her understanding of destiny can be deepened, then maybe

Donna had a rare emotion called ambition.

"Get up when you've seen enough. This sofa belongs to me." Julius said ruthlessly and rudely.

Donna woke up with a start. She had already wanted to leave, but after hearing this, she changed her mind and couldn't help but say some unnecessary words.

"Why do you say it's expired? I know the circus will cut off part of the ticket when it recycles it, but it's obviously still intact." She asked pretending to be interested.

Julius stretched, wondering if he had sensed the true meaning of the girl's rebellion, but still answered the question seriously.

"Because it's an overdue ticket, and you can look at the painting on it, it shows more members than we killed, and we did kill all the circus members, and they left luggage to match the bodies. The number shows that this performance ended a long time ago.”

Because of fatigue, what he said was a little confusing. He quickly noticed this and added common sense.

"The members of this traveling circus are not fixed, and their wandering lifestyle is destined to not allow them to have a stable source of income. It is normal for members to want to leave, so members may do it every once in a while. Replacement. I think this pattern will not change just because their main members are extraordinary people, because extraordinary people are also human beings."

"Like other surface counterparts, they have to guard against counterfeit tickets. Regularly changing the pictures on the tickets is the main anti-counterfeiting measure. A common way is to print on the tickets only the actors who will perform at the event, and this list It changes frequently.”

There was no need for him to say anything more, Donna already understood what he meant.

In short, it is the same principle as being able to judge the identity of a ruler by looking at the portrait on the banknote.

"Thank you for telling me this."

She originally just wanted to tease him, but she didn't expect that he would really say so patiently.

"It's nothing special, just common sense." Julius stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Donna's hostility towards him weakened a little. She found another chair and sat on it, also closing her eyes and waiting for the night to pass.

For wizards, meditation is a state between wakefulness and slumber into which they can restore their mental strength while remaining alert to their environment.

If anyone tried to enter the house, they would notice.

But nothing happened that night.

When the sun rose again, the darkspawn returned to town.

Barbara was surprised to be greeted by her guests, and shortly afterwards, Clayton also discovered the message left in the room and rushed back to meet them. When he arrived at Barbara's house, the vampire had said nothing to anyone else.

This is natural, since Clayton asked her to keep it a secret from others, but she made the mistake of keeping it secret from the wrong person.

The werewolf quickly shared what happened last night with his other companions.

Their battle with the leatherworkers may not have been exciting, but their tummies were satisfied.

However, it is better not to let outsiders know about this matter.

"Why did the killing of the leatherworker need to be kept secret?" Donna was still a little confused about their choice to keep it secret.

Creighton had good reason to do this: "Because there may be other dangers in Gevo, I don't want them to relax their vigilance, which may cause new disasters. Only in this way can they have reason to attack the people in the city." Please help.”

He had asked Pei Lun before when he wanted to send a letter. The postman only came from the city in the middle of the month. It was an opportunity to deliver the news.

Now that Schmidt is missing, the hunters have allocated part of their force to pursue the Salvation Army. The remaining people will most likely not be able to solve the hidden problems here, but the church must be interested in the anomalies here.

Clayton is not a saint. He still has his close relatives with him, so there is no need to take risks. It is best to leave this kind of matter to the priesthood.

As a relative of Barbara, Perrault certainly knew about their killing of the leatherworker.

He promised to keep this secret, but he still looked at the werewolf with a strange look, which puzzled the werewolf, but this puzzling look quickly disappeared.

"If you're going back to town next week, Barbara and I want to go with you."

Barbara poked her head out of the kitchen. She was marinating the meat she had brought back. Suddenly she heard her husband's unauthorized decision. She really didn't understand why she wanted to leave with Mr. Bello and others.

She is still waiting for her son to come back and spend the holidays with them.

"Except for Danny, no one else here wants to go to the city. We can't just rely on two people to cross such a long distance. If Gevo has any other troubles, I think she might not be able to deal with it alone. It's too dangerous." Perot expressed his worries.

Even though his wife had turned into a vampire and had killed a monster with a friend last night that the town patrol had not killed for a month, he was still worried that she would encounter a monster that was difficult to deal with.

The world is so big that nothing is unexpected.

Clayton also has relatives around him, so he can fully understand his intentions.

"Of course, Mr. Perot, we will let you know when we are leaving."

Barbara shrank back.

Clayton said goodbye to them and left here with his niece and mage advisor.

They returned to the hotel.

Clayton asked them not to separate yet, took them into his room, then closed the curtains, and took out a piece of cloth-like thing from his pocket with a solemn expression.

"This is human skin." Donna frowned.

Skin has a special meaning in shamanism, and Bracola has also absorbed many spells, so she has this part of the experience.

Clayton shook his head: "No, this is the skin of a leatherworker. Look carefully again."

He poked a spot on the skin with his sharp black nails. Due to the insufficient lighting, it took some effort for Julius and Donna to see the raised letters on the skin. They were the same color as the carrier, and the carrier was somewhat The distortion makes it difficult to clearly identify what words are written.

"It is not a tattoo, but a mark left after the burn heals. I have seen such things in the slave countries of the Western Continent."

The werewolf still felt nauseous. He never thought he would eat something like this. He discovered that the reason was that the thickened skin tasted completely different from other parts.

Julius couldn't help frowning: "You mean this leatherworker was a slave when he was still a human? He was a foreigner?"

The Kingdom of Dorne abolished slavery hundreds of years ago. Except for those overseas countries in the New World, there are only a few countries on the continent under their feet that still maintain the slavery system, among which the Mirenti Republic is the latest one.

"Yes, I suspect that he disappeared in Gevo. Those people didn't tell us the truth before, or they didn't know about it."

"Eamonn. Or Ermon."

Clayton read out the words on the piece of skin: "This may be his name, but it may also be his master's. I hope you can do a divination to see if his master is still around here."

Julius didn't understand his intention. They would be leaving Gevaux soon. What was the use of investigating this.

"My divination will consume materials worth thirty pounds at a time. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"My divination is free." Donna said, but she was a little embarrassed: "It just might not be clear."

"Let her come first." The wizard Qian gave up the opportunity.

The girl took over the skin and scraped her fingers back and forth on the deformed letters. As she moved, the protrusions became deeper and clearer, gradually transforming into what they looked like before they were torn apart by violence, as if time was here. The piece of skin is moving backwards.

"Eamonn Meg, this is what it was."

"Then this should be the name of its owner." Clayton said.

Slaves could not have last names.

The girl's method of divination was different from Julius' cigarette curls. She just put this piece of skin on her forehead, then walked to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight shine on it, as if doing so would allow the sunlight to absorb the odor in her skin. The information was imprinted directly into her consciousness.

After a while, she got the result.

"Eamonn Meg has no way of influencing the owner of this skin, I can only get this information."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, relieved of his suspicions.