Werewolf hunting rules

"What's so special about them?" Kuok asked subconsciously.

Chud Osmar's slender hand hidden in his right glove moved, his index finger restlessly raised forward, and then all five fingers became active, tapping continuously as if playing a piano on the table, but there was no elegance at all. The feeling is just like a tap-dancing spider.

"Wizards, they're all wizards," he said.

The fat head shook in disappointment: "There are too many wizards."

"Even though they are all called wizards, these people have different talents, and among the people around this Clayton Bello, there is at least one shaman."

"What about the shaman?"

His dullness made Chu De's nose wrinkled, and his two overly pointed teeth were very obvious: "Shamans can detect the characteristics of souls. If they are allowed to get closer, they will discover the special characteristics of the saint. They may Find a way to keep those shooters, and it's your job to protect those people."

Christopher found these saints somehow and asked him to escort these people out of the country. They even brought their own weapons.

At first glance, this matter seemed like a simple job, but Chud Osmar had always had different opinions. This time, he just found an opportunity to object again.

Thinking of this, Kuok snorted and relaxed: "I thought - this is not a task assigned to me by my superiors, this is just a request. Christopher's status is equal to mine, and he is not qualified to ask me to do anything. It doesn’t matter even if these saints are all dead. And”

He stared into Chud Osmar's eyes, trying to detect the slightest change of emotion.

"And how do you know they will choose to fight us?"

Trudeau mentored him for a while, but since he received a new mentor from the House of Troubles, their trusting relationship has begun to falter.

Some small actions that seemed to declare that the status was not equal made him no longer completely trust Chud Osmar, even though the other party had rescued him from the iron cage of the circus and provided him with a lot of help from occult knowledge.

Now Quak knows how to make decisions on his own.

They are just companions, nothing more.

Chu De seemed unaware of his suspicions, still looking sincere but calculating.

"The results of the divination revealed this fact to me. They do have other supernatural beings as helpers. We confirmed last night that they did."

Kuo Ke interrupted him: "It's not that the result of the prophecy cannot be modified, otherwise the world would have been destroyed ten times. And this saint is not that rare. There are too many of them. Since we have so many saints in our hands, send It doesn’t matter if we have one or two shamans, after all, we haven’t had any conflicts yet, and there may be places where we need them in the future.”

Chu De's pink skin finally outlined wrinkles, his tone quickened, and his fingers tapped faster and faster on the table.

"No, no, no, the Saint is not a common man. The reason why so many people came is just because of their special characteristics. The army did a screening for us. If we let go here, we will have to find them later. It’s not that easy anymore.”

Kuo Ke also knocked on the table and looked at Chu De in surprise.

He was surprised by the other party's performance, and at the same time he was delighted that he realized the deeper meaning of this.

"Chu De, why are you so concerned about this matter? You are not one of us. Do you also need a saint?"

Chud Osmar's hand stopped. He stared at the companion who had been with him for several years and who had grown up by himself. There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, such as kindness, hope, surprise, sadness, etc. There are many emotions.

"Quoke, it's not that I need it, but that you need it."

The room became quiet again, and the flame of the candle rose vertically, as if hanging from an invisible rope.

Everything is back to how it was before no one came.

It took a while for Burnt Face's voice to sound again: "Quok, you don't need to doubt me. Didn't I destroy that circus with the help of Bello's hand? I still remember the pain they caused you."

Kuok's dark eyes looked at the table.

"I have somewhat forgotten. Of those, I only remember Eamon Meg, and his whip."

"He was lucky enough to leave his job before we could settle the score with him, but this won't be a farewell. We will meet again next time."

On this point, Chu De said very firmly.

The magician took the position of the animal trainer Eamonn Meg, and also inherited some of the clothes, confusing the smell between them, and this made the leatherworker find the wrong person.

But next time, there will be no one who can die for Eamonn Meg.

Kuo Ke shook his head: "This reunion was just an accident. Since I couldn't kill him, forget it. I don't have to bother looking for him in the future. I don't want to spend any more time on him. Anyway, the end is coming and all mortals will die."

"alright, I got it."

Chud Osmar smiled stiffly and turned the topic back to the current affairs: "The physique of these saints is similar to that of shamans. They can easily feel the sounds of nature. This sensitivity can even be compared with the world. They can compete with the most powerful shamans in the world. But unlike shamans, they can only passively endure it and cannot actively exert their own influence."

At this point, his smile finally became sincere.

"Doomsday seekers use the abilities of these saints to pursue the rhythm of nature, but if such a body is used as a material for the 'Elisio' ritual, I can quickly increase your power to an incredible level. Then we won't have to continue dealing with the Doomseekers. It will do you no good to continue to rely on their power."

Quake listened silently to his idea until the last sentence.

"No!" he said firmly.

Chud Osmar looked at him, thinking that there would be a follow-up, but he did not wait for a specific explanation for a long time, so he had to compromise: "Okay, then do you plan to use these 'saints', or hand them over?" To those people above?”

When he spoke, his fingers began to dance again.

Quirk pulled away from the conversation and stared at the hand as boredly as if he were a live rat.

"You don't have to worry about it. I have made my own decision on this matter. Just stop making your own decisions."

Chu De's voice weakened.

"I see."

"That's it, I'm going to rest." Kuok stood up from the chair with difficulty and staggered towards the stairs.

Chud Osmar stared at the fat figure until it disappeared around the corner of the stairs. The body, as thin as a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy, also stood up, opened the door and walked out of the house.

He still has a chance.

Day comes again,

Clayton never thought he would look forward to the sun so much.

When the sun rises, the horse can walk well.

When they left Gevo, they were dragging large and small bags with them, and this time they returned with a carriage, three horses, and a seriously wounded man.

Winston Jean Stewart is gone.

After verifying the information from both parties, Clayton discovered that the person who killed his companion Fordy was probably Barbara's new son, Ian Lazarus.

For the sake of the stability of the team, Creighton must let go.

As soon as he returned to town, he immediately assigned tasks to others.

Donna was responsible for guarding the items carried in the carriage and taking care of the horses. The Perots and Miss Seranne took everyone's luggage back to their own house. Julius personally delivered a stack of wanted posters from the Salvation Army. When he arrived at the mayor's house, he took on the important responsibility of transporting the wounded to the doctor's house.

Even if Julius had a way to save him, he felt he should see a doctor first.

There are special medical tools and medicinal wine here, which may help Marietta wake up quickly.

The job was surprisingly easy.

Since he had contributed to escorting the wounded Bill last time, many locals were willing to help him this time.

Before they reached the doctor's house, the doctor had already come out to greet them.

He and his wife helped Marietta from Clayton's hands and loaded her onto a simple stretcher, while the latter still had not regained consciousness.

"What a coincidence. I was about to go out. If you had come a little later, you wouldn't have seen me." The doctor said enthusiastically. He held the front end of the stretcher and kicked open the door of his house.

Clayton couldn't help but frown as he recalled how he had left the town despite not being afraid of the leatherworker.

"You're not going fishing, are you?"

"Exactly, I recently learned a new trick - rotten cheese and honey breadcrumb balls! Who would have thought of this?"

The doctor kept talking about the so-called fishing skills. If he didn't have the ability to take care of the injured at one time and another, Clayton would definitely give him some trouble.

After dealing with the injury, he finally discovered something and looked at the patient's face blankly.

"Wait, who is this lady? I don't think I have ever seen her before?"

"She's the postman from the city."

The doctor had no idea of ​​the significance of Mary's appearance, but was surprised by the extent of her gunshot wounds.

Clayton was not in the mood to chat with him, so he passed by casually. His eyes were always paying attention to the various decorations in the doctor's house, while waiting for Julius to come here to notify him after completing the task.

Marietta's bandages had been changed once in the morning, and Clayton could only smell blood and Julius' ointment from the time he brought her here. And when the doctor's herbs masked the smell of blood, the new smell caused the werewolf to lose the ability to detect the surroundings by smell.

This experience made the werewolf very uncomfortable, and his emotions could not help but be revealed on his face.

The doctor looked at his appearance and suggested: "Mr. Bello, you can go down and sit down first, and at least try my wife's craftsmanship. The licorice tea she makes is quite good."

Clayton happened to want to go downstairs for some air, so he didn't refuse. He thanked him and left the quiet room.

The doctor's wife is a graceful woman who keeps the whole house in order by herself. Clayton can see in her many temperaments similar to those of Butnu women - that is, the self-confidence that she can do anything to survive. temperament.

The floor on the first floor was bare, and the walls were as white as newly painted, but without the smell of blood to cover it up, Clayton found that the smell of fish here was a bit strong, and it was no better than other smells.

Obviously, the doctor often brought back fish, which caused the space to be stained with a persistent smell, and ordinary cleaning methods were no longer effective.

"Would you like another drink?" asked the doctor's wife.

Only then did Clayton notice that his glass was empty.

The cup here was too small compared to what he usually used, and he had emptied it before he even realized it.

"Of course." He stretched out his hand again, thinking that he might as well go out after a while.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door to the living room suddenly opened, and two unexpected people appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Bello."

Chude Osmar walked in from the door. He was still wearing the same gorgeous clothes and looked at him with a little surprise. Kuo Ke also followed Chude silently, almost filling the door frame. Blocked most of the sunlight.

Clayton's hand holding the cup froze.