Werewolf hunting rules

"But I didn't have this problem before, and today is the first time I lost control. You'd better come up with a more reliable inference." Clayton said impatiently, leaning on the door frame.

Elves are subordinates of the human race, and they are not the manifestation of the curse on humans.

He had only heard of people turning into dark descendants, never heard of humans turning into elves. Before becoming a werewolf, Clayton had been an ordinary person for half his life and had no such symptoms at all.

The wizard spread his hands, and the cigarette held in his right hand fell downwards and fell to the bed sheets. "I don't know about this. After all, I have only seen Barbara getting sick. It would be great if there are other cases for reference."

Clayton raised his hand and wiped his face, clearing his emotions for what he was going to say next: "The hunters kept a few prisoners of the Salvation Army. Maybe they know something."

He planned to get these people over. He had helped the locals, and now it was their turn to help him.

Julius didn't answer. He began to observe the shape of the smoke rings he blew out, as if he was divination for this trip.

This method of divination that does not consume any casting materials will also be much weaker in effect, but they can't be picky anymore because all the wizard's materials have been exhausted.

Taking advantage of the silence, Donna asked Clayton.

"Did that hand help you?"

The werewolf subconsciously pressed his throat. When he woke up, he found that everything on his body was gone, including the hand that was condensed with corpse wax.

However, this glorious hand was not lost somewhere in the wild. Instead, it suddenly came to life when he was going crazy and plucked it on his face. The werewolf controlled by animal nature swallowed it without hesitation. , I wonder if it can also bring him good luck if it is in his stomach.

He forced a smile.

"I think it helped. Without it, I might have been seriously injured, but I can't give it back to you right now."

Donna shook her head with her eyes downcast, but then she quickly raised her head to look at Clayton. Her eyes were sincere, and there was even some apology that Clayton couldn't understand but felt familiar with: "It's okay, just let it stay where you are. Well, I won’t be able to use it even if I’m here all the time.”

Clayton stared at her, and he suddenly felt that some of the emotions he had experienced were repeated in this girl.

"Don't you think you should be responsible for what happened to me?" he asked hesitantly, and then added: "If I said something wrong, then I apologize."

Donna shook her head again: "I just think that if I choose to go with you in the afternoon, maybe things will be different."

Clayton's face froze, and he didn't listen to the next words.

This continued until Julius stood up from the bed and interrupted their conversation: "Shall we go see Francis' body now? Or shall we go to the remaining Salvation Army first?"

Clayton's face twitched and he looked back at him as if alive.

"Did your divination come to fruition?"

Julius didn't speak, but the hand holding the cigarette scratched his hair irritably, and the cigarette ashes fell on his hair again. This seemed to poke at his weakness. Instead of answering Clayton's question directly, he looked at Donna Bello.

"Creticia, would you like to try divination in your own way?"

This situation is rare, because Julius has always been confident in his divination. Even if Creighton's doubts occasionally make him uneasy, he will use his own reasons to defend himself rather than let another wizard do his job.

Donna glanced at Clayton and found that the latter did not stop her, so she took the oil lamp, closed her eyes, moved the oil lamp in front of her face, and performed divination with the help of the twisted lines when the light passed through the eyelid blood vessels.

After a while, she opened her eyes: "I don't understand what you mean. The result of my divination of uncle's future is a balance of good luck and bad luck."

"You do another divination on Ms. Barbara."

Donna didn't understand why Julius said this, but she refused to do so: "My ability is not enough to predict a vampire. The curse carried by vampires can cover their fate and hide their traces. They are in ordinary divination." It’s the invisible man.”

The wizard did not listen to her explanation, but just ordered: "You don't have to worry so much, go and divine Barbara's fate."

Looking at his face, Donna also became serious. She closed her eyes and divined again.

After a while, she opened her eyes and the expression on her face became strange.

"It's strange. The result of my divination shows that she will live well in the future, but she is dead!"

Vampires are bodies driven by a curse. If other dark descendants coexist with the curse, then cursed people like vampires have almost completely polluted their souls by the curse. They only have a little bit of their former selves left - You can still feel the pain of yourself.

In this case, even if she succeeded in divination by luck, she should not have such a result.

Julius finally looked at Clayton: "That's what happened. Our divination methods have failed. Something is interfering with our divination results."

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Clayton asked dissatisfied.

"Since we can't predict the fortune or misfortune of the operation, it doesn't matter when we set off, right? Anyway, we already know that the enemy plans to deal with us, and that's enough."

Julius was obviously not as open-minded as he said, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Donna to demonstrate it again.

But Clayton didn't think twice.

"You don't need to move. I need a vampire to help me more than a wizard now. Since Barbara can't move now, let Ian Lazarus go with him. Where is he now? I can't smell him The smell."

"He's still in the box. I'm going to let him out." Donna tried to squeeze out between Clayton and the door frame, but failed.

Clayton blocked her back: "Wait a minute, why is he still in the box? Is there something wrong with him too?"

"This is it"

Julius glanced at Perot, then swallowed again, his voice a little softer: "He was locked up by those Hook detectives. He went to get information as you said, but they caught him . We didn't wait for him to come back before dinner, so we went to look for him. The box containing him is now in the house, but as you can see, Barbara is unconscious, and we are not sure whether he will cooperate with us. So he was not released."

"So where are those Hook detectives now?"

"They're dead."

Clayton nodded and asked, "Who do you mean by 'we'?"

Although he was asking, he seemed to have already come to a conclusion. The figure of the werewolf approached the wizard with a fishy smell of raw flesh and blood, and the smell made the wizard shrink back.

"That's everyone in this room."

Clayton's pupils bloomed like flowers in the center of his eyeballs for a moment: "You took Donna with you?!"

"I want to be foolproof," Julius said. "That's two wizards."

The werewolf's hands that had not yet been washed away from the blood suddenly strangled his neck, his thumb pressed on the artery, and his nails might cut into it at any time. He did not escape, but gradually leaned his back against the wall, his voice hoarse, trying to defend himself: "You know we are helping you, you can't do everything by yourself."

The werewolf's movements suddenly made the atmosphere tense, and Perrault stood up abruptly from his chair.

"Don't do anything here!" he shouted.

Donna also trotted over. When she saw Clayton approaching the wizard, she stopped and did not leave the room.

"Uncle, I go voluntarily."

"But he took the initiative to come to you, right?" Clayton saw through the truth at a glance, but still let go of his hand. Julius leaned forward, holding on to the wall and wheezing and coughing. "Now tell me what you did while I was away. Don't let me find out that it was just for your own selfish desire for revenge."

"Maybe you can wait until I finish next time," Julius said, starting to cough again but not looking annoyed.

Clayton stepped back and let him return to his original position.

"Then wait until next time. I'm in a bad mood this time."

Clayton had little patience, but fortunately the story was not long, and Julius quickly explained the matter.

They subdued the three detectives and tortured them using their own methods to confirm what deal these outsiders had reached with the Salvation Army.

As expected, the plan to frame Padre Lewis was hatched by the detectives and the Salvation Army, and the leatherworker's head was given to them by the Salvation Army, but they did not know where Francis got the head.

In exchange, the detectives paid a price.

The leader of this unit, "Rabbit" Ace, has a tattoo of a monster on his back.

It was a strange creature with a horse head and a fish tail.

"This is a seahorse, a servant of Selemeng, the sea god among the Thirteen Lord Gods of the Dinon people. It pulls the ocean chariot for the god. It is said to be the incarnation of the tsunami." Julius said: "Considering what Schmidt is pursuing, The treasure was once buried by the Dinon people, and I thought the tattoo might have a special meaning. But Barbara punched the man in half, and the skin where the tattoo was was damaged, so I couldn't get the complete Sample, maybe you’ve seen similar tattoos on Francis?”

Clayton breathed out heavily: "I don't know, I didn't look carefully."

At that time, he just wanted to stay away from the corpse and had no intention of staying and doing research.

"Okay, but it's not too late. The remaining Salvation Army should know the meaning of that tattoo. If not, there should be similar things on their bodies for me to study."

Julius stopped and thought for a moment, and then reminded: "We must leave a living mouth. I have never seen similar witchcraft, but if the magic imprint can be stripped away as completely as possible, I will It’s possible to find a spell that can resolve it.”

Clayton nodded.

"Then where should we go first?" Julius asked again.

"No, without us, you stay here and watch Barbara, and if she wakes up, you try to find out what happened to her as best you can."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to see what's left of the Salvation Army, and I hope the mayor will let me torture them."

"I can help." Donna said suddenly, pointing to the armored man in the corner: "If I bring Clara with me, I can use witchcraft to connect their minds and temporarily block their ability to lie."

According to the usual practice, Clayton should have refused, but he remembered what Donna had just said, and finally sighed and agreed to her following.

As soon as he left the house, Clayton squinted his eyes to avoid others noticing the abnormality in his eyes.

Even though it was snowing heavily, there were still many people gathering on the streets, and the queues continued all the way to the center of the town, where the square was the busiest. And the color of the torches lit up almost half of the sky. Obviously, the celebration of the Jevo people defeating the Salvation Army is not over yet. This kind of thing is a rare occurrence in a century. Even if the locals make a noise all night, Clayton will not find it strange.

He, Donna, and Clara tried their best to avoid the crowds and walked to remote paths.

Because there were no outsiders around him, Clayton no longer consciously concealed his emotions. Emotions such as difficulty, confusion, and irritability were all surging on his face - not only because he had done something taboo, but also because Donna said it. Something he had said to other family members as well.

This makes him now unsure whether what he did was correct.

Should he have involved Donna more?

Snapped.

Clayton was suddenly patted on the lower back. This place was not very accessible. His slightly stooped back instantly straightened up, and he looked to the side with wide eyes.

Donna patted it again.

Her eyes were kind and her movements were familiar, as if she did it all the time.

This gentle but quirky approach reminded Clayton of his long-dead grandmother, the old woman who would occasionally pat him on the back when he was still short.

Donna was obviously not tall enough. He guessed that she often comforted Tritis in this way, but he was different.

Now Clayton Bello is the strongest person in the Bello family. He will indeed get into trouble occasionally, but he cannot get depressed because of some small troubles, and of course he will not be reduced to the point of needing comfort from others.

He frowned and gently pushed Donna's hand away.

"I haven't reached the point where I need a child to comfort me. I understand your good intentions, but don't do it."

"Uncle, I understand how you feel. I believe you will feel uncomfortable after losing control." The girl said softly.

Clayton shook his head. He didn't think anyone could feel the same way as him at this moment.

He stopped and stood with the two girls under the shadow of the trees beside the road, determined to speak clearly.

"Listen, girl, there are some things you can't understand, but you don't need to lie to comfort me, and I don't need others to treat me like this. There's nothing I can't overcome, I just need a little."

"No, uncle, believe me, I completely understand how you feel."

Donna's eyes were extremely determined at the moment, and she held her head high: "After all, I also bit someone this afternoon."

"ah?!"