Werewolf hunting rules

"Did we just talk about her? Mary, Etta! You said she gave you orders!"

Donna's voice became shrill, but she kept it as low as possible.

Clara nodded suddenly: "But Clara didn't find Marietta around the house. The one who told me not to move was Marietta who found Clara."

"Does it make any difference?"

"Purpose is very important, it can distinguish a person." Clara glanced at Clayton and added: "This is what Clayton said."

Clayton wanted to laugh, but he saw Donna clenching her fists tightly, which was an unfriendly sign.

"Relax, girl. There are many people in society who are more difficult to communicate with than this. Be patient."

The girl's expression was very distrustful, so he had no choice but to continue explaining.

"Practitioners in the luxury goods industry will always encounter such customers - the top customers are people who don't know how to twist a towel or peel off an eggshell. Just to the extent that they can't take care of themselves, Clark La may be even more powerful than them.”

"Clara has always been great," Clara said, causing Donna to breathe even faster.

"She was probably only ten years old when she was possessed by the devil, and she was really not very young." Clayton looked at Clara worriedly, but she didn't realize what he was implying.

If she hadn't been a complete defective product to Athena Berlugo, she wouldn't have been sent to Notre Dame as a sacrifice for the devil's summons.

Donna's skeptical expression softened slightly.

Even before she said a few words, she already had some idea of ​​what Clayton once told her about the harmless devil. If Clara had been so stupid, no one would really think that she would cause any terrible consequences.

But that doesn't mean everything will be fine.

She pulled Clayton aside, away from Clara.

"Uncle, I have to remind you that the harm of demons does not only lie in their subjective will, but their own existence affects the living creatures around them. Demons are invisible beings that feed on spirits. Although Clara was not a demon, she She has been possessed by a demon summoned by her mother and is indistinguishable from each other. This situation is exactly the same as the consequences of wizards summoning demons on animals. And you and a demon understand each other, which is already an important condition for spiritual communication. . After exchanging names, the deeper your relationship with them becomes, the easier it is for you to interact with them - this is equivalent to opening your heart to her without defense."

Clayton nodded thoughtfully: "You can briefly talk about the consequences."

"Clara's character will gradually get closer to you." Donna's expression became more and more serious.

"Sounds good."

".You will also become more and more like Clara. This is how the demon who wanted to possess her was assimilated by her."

"Then I'm really going to die!"

Clayton immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

If "disquiet" had a smell, that smell would be named "Clayton" right now.

He began to try to remember if he had done anything stupid recently, but he couldn't help but think that if he had become stupid, of course he would not find anything.

At this moment, Clara also looked like she didn’t understand at all, which made him feel even more inappropriate.

"Julius didn't remind you of this. He probably thought that it was enough for Clara to be obedient. He devoted all his energy to herbalism and divination. Well, there were also amulets. However, although amulets are related to rituals, Magic and summoning are also related, but after all, he is not specialized in this. I am at a higher level than him in this aspect."

Donna paused and her tone became more confident: "I can control Clara and block her influence."

"Then what if I have been changed by her?" Clayton asked seriously, this was the most urgent matter.

"Even if you have changed, it will be minimal - if you are not lying, as long as you have never used her power, then the influence she can exert on you is relatively limited."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, and a white mist seemed to rise in the dark night.

"Then I'm relieved. From now on, this matter will be left to you. Let's get back to the topic." He turned to look at Clara: "Clara, continue, how did Marietta find you? "

A boring but amazing fact came out of Clara's mouth.

She met Marietta on the way to Gevaux.

Yesterday, to be exact.

Not long after Donna left the mansion, Clara also left because of the uninvited guests who broke into the house. However, she did not know that she should find a livery to rent a horse. Instead, she chose to set off from St. Alvin Parish and follow the signs displayed to the public on the platform. The map guides us towards Jevo.

She walked day and night for who knows how long, and Marietta's carriage overtook her from behind.

Clara still retains a little cleverness, but this is not an insurmountable defense for a sane and well-educated adult, and her purpose is quickly revealed.

Marietta learned from her that Clayton was in Gevaux and their relationship, so she gave her a lift.

It is worth mentioning that Mary probably did not know that the little girl in front of her was capable of fighting, so the order given to Clara was just to hide her and prevent outsiders from discovering this weird appearance. He didn't call her out to help until he was hit by a bullet and fell into coma.

However, Clayton believed that Clara could not be blamed for this matter, because she did not know what she was, and of course it was impossible to tell Ms. Etta clearly.

"It's a bit weird." Donna commented, her slightly petite face wrinkled.

Clayton decided to listen to her opinion.

"where?"

"It's everywhere." The girl pursed her lips uneasily: "Should we continue our journey tomorrow?"

Clayton's frown relaxed again: "You may not have heard it in the carriage just now, but Ms. Marietta is seriously injured. If we want to give her a chance of survival, we must return to Gevaux."

"Look, that's it. It's like Gévaux won't let us come and go freely anymore. Anyone who tries to do so will pay the price."

Donna settled the matter worriedly: "You see, when we came to Gèvaux, the horses died. And other horses and donkeys also have their own jobs and are not loaned out. Now, there seems to be obstacles for outsiders to come to Gèvaux. .”

Clayton also had a strange feeling. He had previously suspected that someone was up to something, but after observation, he found that everything that blocked them had its own reasons, and was intertwined with each other, with no suspicious links. Moreover, to say that a place instead of a living thing suddenly had its own consciousness and planned to surround them, he felt that the probability of this possibility was too slim.

It just sounded absurd enough, as if one day his house would suddenly accuse him of leaving food scraps on the floor.

This kind of thing was so bizarre that he would rather believe that he was just unlucky.

Clayton reluctantly smiled at his niece, hoping that she could rule out this possibility: "This conclusion is a bit scary, but I think it was the Leatherworker's fault, and I have killed it, and something like this will never happen again. .Look, will Clara be fine soon?”

"But it's happening now," Donna said forcefully. "Clara is the devil, and the invisible has no destiny. And apart from this special case, there are no other examples here. Didn't that Mr. Stewart prove it? Where are his two companions now? Mary ·Ms. Aita and Clara were also attacked on their way here."

"Stewart himself was unscathed. Of course the Salvation Army must have arrived in Gévaux in full force."

The girl spread her hands, this very unladylike gesture made Clayton frown.

"So Stuart came back on his own. The Salvation Army was also targeted by you and Padre Louis. This may be the price they have to pay. And don't forget that the water nymph was also going to leave Gevaux, but she temporarily stopped because of our persuasion. Make a stop. Now although she has left Gévaux, she has also been shot. I don’t think it was an accident.”

Donna's theory succeeds in making Clayton paranoid.

He couldn't find fault with the other party's theory, but thinking about it carefully, he still remembered one thing that could be used as a counterexample, that is, the local priest took the injured hotel clerk Bill to the city for medical treatment. , this is not enough to be used as a counterexample. The priest is too far away from the sight of the villagers, and they cannot confirm whether the priest is safe.

"The Salvation Army was causing trouble. Priest Lewis also had his own ideas. He made the wrong enemy." He still didn't want to admit Donna's point of view.

"But how do you know this is not part of nature's arrangement?" the girl asked.

Clayton shook his head. The darkness and cold air in the forest began to make him feel bored, and his interest in talking began to decrease.

"Nature's arrangement, Donna, does nature also have a soul?"

Donna was more determined than he thought.

"Of course, even a stone or a grain of sand has its own soul."

"Did you learn shamanistic witchcraft?"

The belief that all matter has a matching soul and that the soul is eternal is the teaching of shamanism.

Although Clayton has realized that the real supernatural system is not completely similar to the legends he has learned through people's words in the past, he still cannot help but hold a certain contempt for shamanism.

The word "shaman" has always been associated with barbarism. When people mention shaman, the first thing they think of are wizards wearing animal skins and with strange paint on their faces.

They have some mysterious powers, but civilization has always been alienated from them.

Donna obviously has a different view on this. She has an extraordinary obsession and admiration for this identity. The words "This is the truth" were practically written on her face.

Clayton didn't like the feeling of being in tit-for-tat with her, it reminded him of Tritis.

"I have a question here. In the past, tax collectors and postmen visited Gevo for official business. How could they be okay?"

"So are they coming this month?"

Clayton was speechless. He didn't know what happened to the tax collector, but the postman was indeed in bad luck.

Finding that she had the upper hand in the debate with her uncle, who was the symbol of authority, Donna could not help sweating from her brow with excitement, as if her conclusion did not mean a bad thing.

Clara didn't know what they were discussing, but looking at Donna's expression, she believed that she should be happy at this moment, so she stretched out her two "hands" and patted them, making a harsh sound of steel colliding, startling away the dead trees on the nearby trees. A nest of flying birds.

Clayton pressed his temples to relieve the pressure on his head.

He didn't want to argue anymore, maybe Donna was right, but he didn't know.

This kind of thing should be handled by professionals.

"About this matter, you can go talk to Julius. Perhaps with your knowledge, he can prepare some special defense measures for us. Now we go back to the camp, and I will also talk to Winston. , maybe he will know something about the land consciousness you mentioned."

There was too much information for him to take in tonight, and he had to process it carefully.

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