Werewolf hunting rules

The wizard's request was not met immediately.

His injuries were just not as severe as Marietta's. He was able to stay conscious, but the injuries had to be dealt with further.

Specifically, he had more than a dozen broken bones, and there were hidden injuries in his body. The area on his right shoulder that had been injured by a bounty hunter disguised as a circus was also cracked due to secondary injuries, but there was no bleeding. The whole body swelled up, making the clothes bulge, and soon started to smell fishy.

Creighton also didn't know how to deal with such an injury, so he was sent to the church as well.

Barbara took Ian Lazarus and left early - in order not to be tempted by the blood, and she could not let Ian meet the Lewis priest.

The wizard is reluctant to come to this sacred place, but Clayton must first let Louis heal Julius, then Julius can recover his strength and condition to heal Marietta, and finally Julius himself I want to do divination.

The wizard endured all medical treatment, including bloodletting, with a fortitude that Crichton could not fathom. Then he took a few puffs of cigarettes to refresh himself, and he completed the work of treating Marietta in high spirits.

But when it came time to divine, he was not so sharp.

Julius stood on the gravel path of the herb garden, put a handful of specially made cigarettes into his mouth and chewed it. Then the tobacco spontaneously ignited in his mouth without fire, and the wizard blew out a long puff of smoke into the air. , then reached in and plucked it, and the smoke surged like a living stream of water.

Seriously, it looks like a miniature herb forest with an equally tiny dark cloud floating over it.

The wizard looked at the dark clouds and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What does this mean?" Clayton asked proactively.

"It means that my luck is normal, I am just so unlucky."

Julius awkwardly put his left hand into his right pocket and took out a small glass bottle containing tobacco. He handed it to Clayton.

"You come here too."

Clayton held the bottle without moving: "Then when should I spit out the cigarette?"

"You'll know."

Sure enough, Clayton soon knew how to seize this opportunity. He chewed a few mouthfuls of bitter tobacco, and suddenly felt that his tongue became hot. The fire of witchcraft was burning in his mouth. He immediately couldn't bear to spit out the smoke. out. This cloud of smoke seemed larger than Julius's, but there was no other change in appearance. It was still flowing with unpredictable winds, as if it was going to rain at any time.

Julius observed the smoke for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, you're out of luck too."

Clayton's nasolabial folds twisted.

If the wizard was not a wounded person now, he would definitely teach this man a lesson.

He slammed the bottle back into Julius's pocket: "So it's okay for both of us?"

"Lux did not deceive us. The problems we encounter now are all caused by our own destiny. Everything is just because we should be unlucky."

After Julius finished explaining, he shook his head and quoted an ancient fortune teller's maxim as a basis. Unfortunately, Clayton couldn't understand a word of it. He was a little intolerable: "Is it possible that your fortune telling has been interfered with? Those two There must be someone in the Doomsday Seeker sect who can do divination. If you can counter other people's divination, others may not be able to interfere with your divination."

The wizard fell silent as if his nose had been pinched.

After a few seconds, he hesitated and said: "This is not impossible, but we are the ones who are divination!"

The so-called divination countermeasure is nothing more than creating a mysterious protection on oneself, just like covering oneself with a black cloak in the dark night to prevent others from seeing oneself. This is not easy to do, but it is not very difficult either. high. Taking the initiative to prevent others from divination is equivalent to covering the other person's eyes without others noticing.

These two things are not on the same level of difficulty.

Julius gradually regained his confidence: "If they have this ability, they don't have to be connectors in the Doomsday Seeker Sect. They can directly be prophets."

By denying the other party's status and further denying the other party's ability, this time Clayton finally understood.

He let that go and brought up another: "Has Donna talked to you about—about the possibility that this land has a soul?"

"She mentioned something that she thought this land was trying to restrain us, but I was busy dealing with Miss Aita at the time and didn't have time to think about her speculation."

"Then do you think this statement is possible now?" Clayton asked.

Julius wiped his hands, then stuffed them into his pockets with a sigh.

"How should I explain it to you? If her knowledge of shamanism was only obtained from books without a mentor's words and deeds, then she might indeed come to such a conclusion."

"The soul of the land should exist and have such powerful power, but they usually do not have the consciousness to do anything subjectively. There must be a god. You know the god I am talking about is not the creator, but the type of pagan belief. ——They have the power to communicate with nature and can guide this confused soul to achieve what they want to do."

Julius is quite certain about this knowledge. Although he is not a shaman, he is the son of Groene after all.

He knows more about the secrets of the "gods" than Donna does.

"These pagan gods were also the first shamans. My father was one of these beings. He could hear all the sounds in his forest, and he could feel when hostile people passed through. But this power was not immediate. It can be used. He spent decades cultivating that land and hired people to plant a forest. From then on, he truly took root in Sasha City."

"In Gevaux, we know that the only water nymphs of the Lacks family can do this. Because beings with 'godly' qualities cannot survive in the same area, they will naturally fight out of instinct, unless they are in the same place. Race. And since the Lacks family still exists, the other gods must have died. However, Adelaide does not really have control of this land, otherwise she would know that Louis is going to shoot."

Julius' explanation was perfect. Clayton folded his arms while listening. He already understood what the mage consultant meant.

"So the soul of this land actually needs a master to activate it, and now it should be ownerless." He summarized Julius's words.

The wizard nodded heavily, as if he understood what a surprise this was.

"right!"

"But I believe there is indeed something abnormal here." Clayton said lightly, watching with pleasure as the latter's face began to twist. "What Donna said makes sense. If there are too many coincidences, then you might as well treat this matter as an anomaly."

Julius gave a sarcastic laugh among the flowers: "As you wish, but we don't know anything, where should we start?"

Creighton was unhurried: "According to time, perhaps the real bad luck had already happened when Big Paul left Gevaux, and even Adelaide's death might have been an unfortunate part. And they were all in the water. While meeting your destiny”

This time, Julius reacted quickly.

"Do you think that might be the treasure Schmidt has been chasing spreading bad luck?"

This is not surprising, as treasure hunters to Mesri often spread rumors back home that the pyramid contains a curse for the dead.

Taking away the pharaoh's treasure would bring bad luck - not to mention the outrageous act of taking away the tomb's owner to use as an aphrodisiac.

Although some people may simply have a bad stomach, if something like this is true, Clayton Bello believes that this matter must be guarded against.

"Why not? The Salvation Army people arrested him, not necessarily to prevent him from continuing to excavate. And this is also the will of the doomsday seekers. I think that the treasure may not be far away from being truly revealed."

"When Marietta's injury becomes more stable, we will go see where the treasure that fascinated Schmidt is."

Having said this, Clayton subconsciously looked back in the direction of the doctor's house.

Passing through the herb garden and the front square next to the church, and walking two streets further is the doctor's residence, and Chud Osmar and his servants live there. You can even see it by walking up to the attic. Perhaps a transcendent person There are ways to sense this, and their conversations should be a little more careful.

At this moment, a sudden inspiration made Clayton tremble.

When he imagined the scene of Chud Osmar standing in front of the attic window and peering down from above, the feeling that one pair of eyes gave him suddenly overlapped with that of the other pair of eyes.

No, they are the same pair of eyes!

"It's Chud Osmar! He's the one who looked at us with evil eyes at that time."

Clayton Bello exclaimed without warning in front of Julius.