Werewolf hunting rules

The church's book room not only stores a large number of theological books, but also contains the local history that has been continuously recorded by the priesthood since the establishment of the diocese here, as well as a list of all believers - for a country like Gevo, "believers" Basically it can be understood as everyone.

When most people begin to believe in religion, the remaining people will gradually convert to the church in order to fit in with the community.

The life of Patnu gave Creighton a clear understanding of this situation. He reached out to a shelf full of ancient parchments. The most original documents preserved from the beginning of the establishment of the diocese were what he thought. What he wanted, he needed to know whether he had concealed what Louis told him.

"I heard that outsiders are not allowed to enter the church's classics room, so this should be considered a holy place, right?" Julius couldn't help but watched Clayton's boots cross the threshold and step on the gap in the stone floor of the classics room. He said to himself suspiciously, and then became a little annoyed:

"The old guy has been warning those dark descendants not to offend holy places. I thought they would explode when they walked in. Or is it that only chapels are considered holy places?"

Compared with the wizard, his two companions seemed a little silent.

Clayton didn't say a word, just kept flipping through the parchment scrolls, while Donna was quickly attracted to the bookshelves, picked up a book and started reading it, her movements were very skillful, and she didn't look like someone who hates studying at all. people.

Or maybe it's a storybook.

Julius knocked on the wall impatiently: "No, it's just now. Don't you think it's too late to start reading? And our medicine hasn't been prepared yet. Claudia, don't leave your work to just I’m a guy with only one good arm.”

Hearing his words, Clayton looked up and realized that Donna was also reading a book.

"You guys get down to business first. You can take the books here back to read later." Anyway, there is no one in charge here anymore.

Donna held the book and was reluctant to put it down, but her face looked a little embarrassed.

"Uncle, is this behavior considered theft?"

Just when she was questioning, Clayton calmly grabbed a few more pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his pocket.

"It's not stealing, it's just borrowing. We just need to return the books before we leave. No one here can give us a permit right now."

He was right, Donna judged so, so she happily placed the book near the door, and then followed Julius back to the alchemy room.

Creighton's work efficiency improved tremendously when he was alone.

These parchments did contain the knowledge he wanted, which was the record of the "treasure place" at the beginning of the establishment of the local diocese.

"According to the throne's order, I, the purple-robed Bishop Bohema, and my squire Slade visited Saint Mored who was living in seclusion in Sasha, and tried to inquire about the recent rumors about the treasure under the Nidalee River.

The following text records our experience.

Morede is a determined man. When we saw him, we immediately saw an unusual brilliance from him, and we were convinced of the rumors about him. He did more than the Father asked for the Son of Man, and therefore received more favor and honor.

He built his hut by the river, not communicating with people, but only with wild animals. When we first meet him, he is silently carving a mourning cross, but not for whom. The crosses had filled his hut, and the largest number on them was alarming. But we have heard no recent rumors of war or plague spreading in this neighborhood.

As requested by the throne, we asked him about the treasure, but he did not answer a word.

We thought this was a tacit consent, so we hired people from nearby settlements to do it for us, and passed the order to mobilize the Order to our brothers in the Order of the Dawn. At that time, many adventurers had gathered here to dig, and the treasure could be taken away by these abominable scum at any time. If there really is a treasure here, it will undoubtedly be better and more beneficial to the world if it falls into the hands of the church than these people have.

However, after learning about this incident, Saint Mored showed disapproval. Only then did we know his bottom line. He allowed us to get closer, but did not allow us to dig the ground beneath his feet.

Knowing that we have to figure this out no matter what, Saint Morad opens his mouth to us and we see an empty mouth, without tongue and teeth. It turns out that before us, there were adventurers who also believed that the legendary treasure was buried in his hermitage. Some people respected him and did not disturb him, but some people tried to use violence to destroy the saint. Giving in and telling everything about the treasure, they did not succeed.

The saints were illiterate and could only communicate with us through gestures, which made communication very inefficient. We also asked the local guides about the group of thugs, and they told us in awe that the thugs were finally impressed by the courage and determination of the saints and did not return here again.

What the thugs did to the saint was truly treasonous, but when we mentioned revenge afterwards, Mored expressed his unwillingness for us to pursue the matter. He had already forgiven them, and warned us with gestures not to be angry about it, but to always Maintain a loving heart like the sun.

Because the treasure is not real, actions motivated by greed will only fail.

The saints believed that what was buried deep under the earth was not a treasure, but it was also not an existence suitable to be exposed to the world. The mourning cross he carved seems to have been made for what lies beneath.

We therefore hypothesized that it might be an ancient battlefield.

On the fifteenth day of the meeting, the saint's tongue and teeth grew back due to the grace of the Heavenly Father. We did not see the light of the miracle. Everything happened in secret, as if he had become the miracle itself. This kind of miracle makes us deeply moved and admired from the bottom of our hearts. He can finally speak and tell us that he has decided to bury his body here in the future. He implores us to build a sanctuary here to avoid those profit-seeking people. The people who come disturb the sleep of the deceased and also guard against dark wizards with ulterior motives taking advantage of this place.

I promised him privately, and then wrote a letter with the results of the investigation here and sent it back to the throne. I believe the answer will come soon.

However, Saint Mored will continue to live in seclusion here, and when the sanctuary is established, I will take my crown and become his first follower."

Creighton frowned as he read the private records left by the first local bishop.

As far as the content is concerned, it seems that Reverend Lewis did not hide much, but the matter became even more confusing.

It seems that the mourning cross made by Saint Morede is extremely large, and he has always been secretive about the things underground. This concealment makes people begin to unconsciously imagine the things below.

If the sage does not intend to let things under the ground appear, then how does he know what is under the ground?

Clayton put the parchment scroll back, restoring its positions one by one, and then turned back to the alchemy room.

"Do you know what abilities the saints of the White Sect have? For example, clairvoyance?"

When Julius heard his employer's words from Ian, Julius didn't look back. He twirled a few hay leaves and replied: "I don't know much about it. I only know that they are canonized based on merit. Sometimes ordinary people may also be canonized." Canonization. Not every saint has extraordinary powers. As for clairvoyance, I have never heard of anyone from the church being able to master this kind of power."

"Then can a wizard be a saint of the White Sect?" Clayton asked.

This question was so shocking that both Julius and Donna dropped what they were doing and turned around.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I know a sect of white wizards named Benandanti. They seem to have a very close relationship with the church and will even serve the priesthood for free."

Benandanti, Clayton knew this name from the Wolf Walker Marshall, because Marshall was a member of Benandanti, and he later read the book to learn about this group.

It may seem strange that a wizard would collaborate with the Priesthood, since the Priesthood believes that all power is due to God, and that even the laws of nature were created by the Father. Spellcasters usually believe that if they master the laws, they have mastered everything, and the world does not need gods. The two are usually incompatible in terms of concepts.

But considering that wizards are still humans and will not be repulsed by the power of miracles, the possibility of their cooperation will naturally not be zero.

"Saint Mored, who lived here at the time, knew what was buried underground before digging the land here, but he refused to say anything, but he was very sure that the things underground would be used by dark wizards, and there were many dead people. .Louis did not lie to us about this.”

"The range is too big. Dark wizards can use anything." Julius said irritably.

Donna nodded in agreement.

"Then there's nothing I can do. This is all the information."

Clayton leaned against the door and lowered his head and thought for a few seconds: "You should be able to prepare all the medicines the day after tomorrow, okay?"

"Definitely."

"Then we will set off again the day after tomorrow. If it fails, it means that Donna's guess is correct. Let's turn the swamp upside down."