Werewolf hunting rules

Considering that the meat was still very fresh, and there were no other deceased persons whose bodies were missing in Gévaux recently, its identity could only be that of the long-lost adopted son of Padre Louis.

Creighton squatted next to the body and asked Julius, "How did you find him?"

"Well, you must not have noticed the corpses of these little bugs."

Julius poked the soil with the bones, and some particles and fragments that were not the same color as the soil were dug out.

"Burial beetles like to lay eggs in corpses. When they crawl in and out, they will leave some holes on the ground. It is still winter, and some old bugs have died in the soil. These are their remains."

Clayton took one look and stopped looking.

He just asked casually whether human corpses were more important than insect corpses.

In fact, Sevan's body meant nothing to them. They had known he was dead for a long time, and the young man had never known them.

But its very existence says something.

"There are some bite marks on the body, but it doesn't look like it was made by a creature with extraordinary power." Clayton paused.

He turned the body over, and there were too many cuts and tear marks from the wounds, as well as punctures from tiny fangs. The monster described by Adelaide is very large. To match its eating method, its bite force must not be so weak, which is not as strong as in his human form.

"This shows what?"

"It means that the monster that killed him did not eat him. It may just be that other beasts picked up the body."

Now it was Julius's turn to be confused.

This feeling was really unpleasant. He let out a long sigh, hung his bandaged right hand on his chest, and bowed to Clayton gracefully but laboriously.

"Please explain to me, a stupid person - what does this mean?"

His voice suddenly turned sweet, making Clayton feel sick.

"What the hell, can you be normal?"

Julius took a second to return to normal.

"Then tell me quickly."

"It means the monster that killed him doesn't need food, or it doesn't eat people."

Putting aside all moral ethics, human beings themselves are a kind of meat that is particularly easy to obtain. When they grow to a certain age, they will feed themselves, supplement their bodies with various nutritious substances, and find herbs to treat their illnesses. This is completely There is no need to worry about the creatures that prey on you.

Being rich in salt is also a huge advantage that is hard to find in nature.

Once a beast has tasted this delicacy, it is difficult to forget it. Even if they are not hungry when they kill a human, they will definitely hide the body and enjoy it slowly.

".Or maybe it's not here anymore."

Creighton paused here, then rolled back his opinion: "I think this is unlikely. It should still be around here. If it is not the beast attracted by misfortune, then I will suspect it is Kuok, Because his characteristics are very similar to those of a shapeshifter. Of course, darkspawn who have a similar appearance to humans will have a grudge against the behavior of preying on humans."

The wizard curled his lips, Barbara's existence could refute Clayton's point of view.

"You'd better bury the body back first, and inform Louis when you get back - don't look at me, just go ahead. I don't want to hang around a priest every day."

Clayton snorted coldly: "As if I want to."

There was no quarrel between him and Louis, but recently there was something about this priest that he found objectionable, which did not exist when they first met.

Clayton wasn't sure what it was, he just had a hunch that it might hurt him.

Of course, two people still have to be polite when they actually meet. This has nothing to do with Louis' opinion, he just doesn't like doing rude things.

Seeing Clayton's expression, Julius looked as expected: "You don't even like him, do you? Then at least we have reached a consensus - let your little girl bring him news, evangelical People are relatively kind to humans.”

"He killed Ian Lazarus."

"Then leave a message for him before you leave." The wizard became impatient: "Let's not discuss him anymore. The business is not done yet."

Clayton said nothing more. He returned the corpses to the pit and buried them, pretending to be as they were before they came, and then continued digging in another pit that had been made by the Easter Island tomb robbers.

The tomb robbers were afraid that someone would discover their work when they left, so they filled in some of the pits. What Clayton is doing now is just letting them see the light of day again.

Of course, digging through already loose soil is still much faster than digging for the first time.

Every time Clayton swung the ax, the soil at the bottom of the pit became thinner and thinner. He dug quickly without any scruples, so that the pit under his feet soon became deep enough to bury him, and his ears gradually lost sight of the surrounding environment. The only sound that could be heard was the harsh scraping of axes and dirt and gravel.

The grave robbers worked here for weeks, digging to depths that even werewolves could not reach for a while.

"Do you really think there's something here?" Julius asked the guy in the pit while looking around.

Although he also wanted to go out for a walk, walking so far and still being so cold was still far from the "vacation place" in his mind.

Clayton sent a puddle of dirt out of the pit, nearly knocking Julius down, and he took a few steps back.

"Who knows? But I have to come and take a look. If what Donna says is true, I don't want to die in confusion."

"But our fortunes are all normal."

Clayton stopped and stood in the pit and turned to look at Julius: "Listen, since you don't have to come down to work, why don't you talk more about this during your free time, and I will reward you. "

Julius chewed his cigarette and smiled knowingly.

"Ha - interested in unpredictable fate, but who isn't? What do you want to know?"

"Destiny itself."

The wizard choked.

A violent cough was followed by a breathless voice: "I'm just an iron finger!"

Clayton had no choice but to lower his demands: "Okay, then tell me what you know. You know, if there is something under our feet that can interfere with destiny, then the beast Christopher is looking for is very likely to be hiding nearby. "

Julius also thought of this, glanced around uncomfortably, and took a few steps closer to Clayton.

The Hand of Glory can no longer bring him a complete sense of security.

"Okay, where should I start? You must know the definition of fate. Well, what about the several methods of transshipment? Or I think you have heard some common sayings related to fate. We can start with this."

"Uh fate is an unpredictable and unforgiving bitch?"

".Nothing else?"

"Once unlucky, once lucky." Creighton said: "I think this may mean that people will not be unlucky forever. As long as they last long enough, they can turn around."

This proverb is said to have existed in this land thousands of years ago and is still widely circulated today.

This time it was something he knew, and Julius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's what it means. But at the same time, it also reveals the nature of fate - the inherent constant value of luck."

Clayton mused and shoveled another handful of dirt.

"That sounds like math."

"It's just math."

Julius subconsciously wanted to make a gesture, but he remembered that the other party couldn't see it, so he lowered his hand in mid-air.

"This is just a conjecture, but many people currently recognize its authenticity. That is, the natural growth of luck is actually equivalent. We assume that the amount of luck can be counted, and the luck value given to everyone in this world at the beginning is 10. Without the influence of power, magic, or magical objects, this number will never change."

The werewolf stopped what he was doing for a moment.

"I know some poor children who died before they grew up."

The wizard interrupted him: "Even if this is the case, their luck is still the same as that of those corporate managers who are full of fat. It is still 10."

"Why?" Clayton couldn't understand.

"Because 10 is a mean, this requires the introduction of a new concept, 'random set'. You should know what 'set' means, right?"

This is not a problem. Clayton nodded slightly while holding the ax in the pit.

"I studied math."

"Then it's easy to handle. To put it simply, we live in random sets. For example, the three days you count from today are a random set. Your fortune is 1 today, 9 tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. It is 20. The sum of the fortunes of these three days is 30, and the average value allocated to each day is 10. You are particularly likely to fall on the knife today, but if you are not dead, you will have great luck the day after tomorrow. This is the meaning of this saying True meaning."

"I understand, how many numbers does one of our random sets usually contain?"

"I don't know," Julius answered him.

"The number of numbers in the random set is also random. Otherwise, how can we say that fate is unpredictable? However, some powerful wizards can use magic to reduce the number of numbers in the set, and then use some rituals to force their luck to play out at certain critical times. Effect. Some ascetics believe that asceticism can enable them to use smaller numbers in the first half of their lives so that they can enjoy happiness in the future. However, the effectiveness of this behavior has not been confirmed, or the successful people have not Leave a record.”

New questions formed in Clayton's mind, and he asked: "How did you judge that my fortune was abnormal when you diagnosed my fortune in the city?"

Julius explained: "Your Palace of Four Beginnings has been deceived and your luck is lacking. In other words, the upper limit of the size of random numbers has been reduced. As a result, your random numbers for the next few consecutive days will remain at 1 - I This is just an example. In fact, luck cannot be quantified with precise numbers, but this situation is definitely abnormal."

Upon hearing this, Clayton crawled out of the pit with a serious look on his face.

"So, it's like what you said at the beginning. Suppose the three days I count from today are 1, 9, and 20. If there is some kind of magic that re-adjusts the order of numbers in this random set, it does not change any number. The size does not involve the next random number. So can your divination techniques detect the abnormality in my fortune? "

Hearing this question, Julius froze in the wind and snow, his face as white as the ice and snow, as if he was working hard to think about this problem.

After a long time, he stammered: "I think... I can't detect it."