Werewolf hunting rules

"She did not inherit my blood. She is just a mortal. She has no power to fight back against such a monster."

When these words came out of Clayton's mouth, he also apologized to Julius in his heart. This regret was something he didn't have himself, so he picked it from the wizard exactly as it was.

Creighton has always been good at imitation.

Seeing the sad expression full of true feelings, Padre Louis was finally moved by him.

"I understand." The priest said, "You should go quickly. I will wait here until the morning star shines."

Clayton nodded gratefully to him, then turned and walked up the steps, walking out of the tomb's decorative stone and iron railing entrance hall. He spent a little time figuring out his way through the complex of buildings built for the dead, and then planned to leave through the medicine garden.

Click.

There was a sudden sound among the herbs.

Clayton paused, his ears moving with animal-like sensitivity. He quickly determined the direction of the sound.

It was a highly unlikely bush to hide anyone from. It may be bright and moving during the day, but in his night vision there are only two colors: black and white.

In front of the bush, the branches were twisted and broken leaves were scattered, leaving an unhealed hole. It seemed that some small beast had passed through.

The smell of herbs here is quite strong, and the werewolf's sense of smell cannot tell what it is.

Probably a badger.

Clayton withdrew his gaze and stepped down hard with his black boots again.

He did feel an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to a certain time period that he had experienced.

Pei Lun hesitated at the door holding an oil lamp, because one of his guests was standing outside the door and refused to rest.

"Mr. Julius, it's so late, do you still want to wait for them?"

Julius stood outside the door with his back to him, his windbreaker full of pockets tightly wrapped around his body, his long green hair spread wildly in the cold wind, and his back looked like a giant tree that had grown into sperm. Willow trees, and very aggressive ones.

"Of course I have to wait, someone has to give me an explanation." The wizard's voice seemed to be frozen.

"Or maybe we can play cards here for a while? You'll get sick if the wind blows outside at night."

Perron tried to persuade him to go back inside first, but Julius disagreed.

"No need!"

Although the hotel owner didn't see his face, he could tell that he was very angry, so he couldn't do anything to persuade him, so he had to go back to his room to rest.

Julius stood as still as a real tree.

He crossed his arms and looked at the night in the distance with hatred. It seems as if the enemy's figure will appear from the horizon at any time.

He would rather ask how Clayton Bello and his family disciplined their children. Donna Bello actually put drugs in his dinner just to escape from here. This is what a normal person would do. Behavior toward a peer? !

Of course, he didn't take precautions against this. He woke up half an hour later. By that time, he could no longer track her up. He could only stay here and wait for her to come back when she had enough fun.

When this happened, even Clayton Bello couldn't say he didn't do his best.

But as a member of Strass, being brought down by a wild witch who is inferior to him is simply a shame and humiliation. Julius must not endure it any longer!

But before solving this matter, he could no longer stand the low temperature at night.

Shivering, he stared angrily at the dark sky until a pair of green light spots like will-o'-the-wisps gradually emerged.

Not yellow eyes - Julius raised an eyebrow as he watched the will-o'-the-wisp approach, revealing the rest of it in the dim light of the candles in the hotel lobby.

"Mr. Julius, is Mr. Bello here?" Barbara's figure emerged from the darkness. She was wearing a simple skirt, but she looked like an upper-class lady and made no sound at all when she walked.

While speaking, she carefully stretched out her finger behind Julius's back, and the candle flame that was burning steadily on the table near the door in the lobby suddenly trembled.

To a vampire, a bit of light in the night is as disgusting as a daytime gutter to an ordinary person.

But Julius happened to be very unhappy. He took this as a provocation, so he tapped his right index finger on his left arm. After this action, the flame on the candle not only stabilized immediately, but also burned vigorously like a torch. , illuminating the lobby.

"He's not here now, what are you doing with him?"

The female vampire nervously twirled her fingers: "I want to talk to him about Ian. There seems to be something wrong with that kid. I transformed him into a vampire before, but now he doesn't know what's wrong. I can’t wake up, I think it might be my problem.”

The wizard had met Ian Lazarus, but they had nothing to say, and he wouldn't be surprised if Barbara turned him into a vampire.

"Well, it's better to find an experienced person to handle this kind of thing. Clayton may be pretty good, but I don't think he's very good at taking care of species other than werewolves."

"Then who has such ability?" Barbara asked humbly.

The wizard stared at her as if she had said something incomprehensible.

"It's obvious, he's right in front of you."

Barbara snorted and looked at him expectantly: "Then can you help me?"

Julius turned his head uncomfortably. He didn't want to do free labor for others, but after the peak of his anger passed, he found that waiting for others in the cold wind seemed like a stupid thing, and he didn't want to do it. Willing to stay in this empty building, it was making him feel humiliated and lonely.

"I'll try my best to help you, but I can't guarantee that everything can be cured."

He pretended to adjust the collar of his windbreaker and walked forward without Barbara leading him.

"Grateful."

Barbara looked at his back and muttered, not forgetting to extend her finger towards the light again.

This time, the candle finally went out.

The female vampire's home is no longer a strange place to Julius. He has been here many times, but never once has the air been as solemn as this time.

Barbara's jealous husband, Perot Sr., was not asleep at the moment. He was sitting tightly on the sofa, rubbing an apple in his hand, touching it until it was as shiny as wax, and staring closely at the side. of a box. The flames in the nearby fireplace illuminated his whole body like a piece of iron in the fire.

When he saw Julius entering the door, he even showed a "I can finally relax" expression on his face, threw the apple aside, and stood up to shake hands with the wizard.

This anomaly made Julius shudder again.

He pretended that there was no such thing, and after shaking hands with Perot, he walked towards the seat by the fireplace with his hands behind his back, sat down comfortably and enjoyed the heat: "It seems that someone finally realized my importance." Ian Lazarus where?"

At this point, he suddenly wondered that Perrault was not jealous because the young man had entered the house.

Barbara came in from behind him and closed the door to stop the cold wind.

"That's what's in the box." Perrault said. He couldn't bear to turn his head and made a resentful expression towards his wife, which was unprecedented.

Only then did Julius notice the wooden box in the middle of their seats. It looked medium-sized, rectangular, with a handle on the top, and the height was about his waist - when he was standing. This size can only fit a child under ten years old, but it cannot fit an adult man.

He pointed at the box in confusion.

"it?"

Barbara nodded sincerely: "He was unconscious in the forest before. When I brought him back, I was afraid of being seen by others, so..." She was a little shy and did not continue.

The wizard stood up, carefully opened the lid of the box, and quickly put the lid back on after just one glance.

"So you broke off his limbs and forced them into this little box?"

His voice trembled a little, and the image of a housewife finally took on the terrifying color of a vampire in his heart.

To cram Ian's body into such a small box, breaking his limbs wasn't enough. At least one-third of his bones were no longer intact, and those fragmented bones were embedded in the flesh. He just wanted to I already feel pain just thinking about it.

"It won't be painful for Ian. I've tried to do this myself, and it can block the sun. He's afraid of that." Barbara said slowly, with a gentle tone. Her husband crossed himself behind her back and prayed silently for the poor boy.

"The problem now is that he has been recovering in the dark for several hours and has not woken up until now. He had hunted last night but he couldn't seem to accept his new identity and shot himself again , and then let the day burn him. But it couldn't kill him. I brought him back to rest and fed him some sheep blood, but he was still extremely weak, which didn't seem normal."

Julius took a deep breath, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on himself.

"The new vampire, has he eaten anything special before?"

Barbara glanced at Perot carefully: "It's just normal food, the most common kind for vampires."

"Oh, he'd better not take a priest. I heard that some powerful priests can consecrate their own blood. It has the same effect of dispelling curses as holy water, so monsters who dare to eat them will be punished. to severe damage."

When Perot heard their conversation, his expression changed, he covered his mouth and retched. Barbara helped him sit down and brought a basin over.

Julius tried hard to find a working state, and his mood gradually calmed down. He reopened the box, forcefully inserted his fingers into Ian's eyes-like closed lips, pulled hard, opened his jaw, and then saw another ball. Bloody and bloody.

"Barbara, what happened to his tongue?" he shouted. "Is this how you found him?"

The female vampire gestured nervously: "No, I was afraid that he would suddenly wake up from the box and scream when I brought him back to the city, so..."

"So you cut off his tongue and stuffed it into his throat?"

Julius thought he was not a good person, but he also began to think Barbara was cruel at this moment.

He had to defend this young man whom he had only met a few times: "Use your control over the descendants! Idiot! You created him, and the blood in his body came from you, so you can easily control him. Just want to If he walks into the fire, he will do the same. Don't you feel this instinct?"

It is precisely because vampires have such abilities that they can easily establish a united clan, which makes the Elders attach extraordinary importance to Barbara.

However, Barbara shook her head and said aggrievedly: "I feel the connection, but it's not that strong."

The wizard was stunned.

He quickly took out some precious spell-casting materials that he would not otherwise use, and used a series of dazzling techniques to perform a valuable ritual magic for the poor guy in the box to determine his status.

The results came out quickly.

The traces of the ritual showed that part of the original vampire power was taken away from Ian Lazarus. The blood Barbara left him was no longer sufficient, so he fell into the stage of being among the dead and vampires - neither You can't wake up and you can't die.

Neither Barbara nor Perrault could understand how the magic ritual took effect. They could only observe Julius's expression and try to judge the good or bad luck of Ian Lazarus through his expression changes, but the wizard's face was gloomy. The situation is uncertain, and they are never able to make a clear judgment.

"Elicio."

They heard a completely unfamiliar word come out of Julius's mouth, and there was a mixture of surprise and confusion in his tone.

"What age is this, and there are still people willing to be God Reavers."