Werewolf hunting rules

The barn door creaked open, and Julius came out with an oil lamp. His work was done.

Clayton, Donna, and Clara all crossed their arms and looked at the sky, like dolls of different sizes lined up behind the glass cabinets in a department store. They all turned their heads when they heard the sound of the door leaves turning. Their neat movements made Julie Else took another step back.

"Has there been any research?" Clayton asked.

Julius thought for a few seconds and then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms: "There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Whatever," Clayton said.

"Good news," said Donna.

"Bad news," Clara said.

Julius was silent for a moment: "Let's talk about the good news first. The tattoos on these people do belong to the prerequisites of a certain ritual, but the conditions for the activation of this ritual require that all the people with tattoos die before it can be activated, and This kind of ceremony is very demanding on the conditions of the site.”

Clayton snorted coldly: "So they were originally released to die. No wonder Chud Osmar asked them to stay here no matter what."

"So what is the effect of the ritual?" Donna asked.

Julius frowned, and the girl's question puzzled him: "I thought you knew. Your talent is of the [Link] type."

Wizards' talents are innate, and each wizard's talents are different.

His own ability is [Consequence Prediction], so he is more talented in the fields of divination and potions.

The [Link] type of talent means that the wizard can partially link with the existence of other creatures. From spiritual links to souls, destiny and other areas that are elusive to ordinary wizards, they all have extraordinary sensing abilities.

It would take an ordinary wizard about ten years to learn the magic of wearing skin and transforming into an animal, but at only fifteen years old, Donna is now able to perform it skillfully. This is the role of talent.

So Julius couldn't figure out why Donna didn't figure out the effects of the ritual herself.

Donna raised her chest and said, "I was just learning torture techniques."

In short, she had no time for anything else.

Julius looked at Clayton in surprise. He thought Clayton was just letting his niece observe the scene and adapt to their style of doing things. He didn't expect that Clayton was actually teaching.

"So you can do this?" Clayton wanted to confirm, and Donna nodded.

“Then it’s up to you and Clara to handle this matter.”

Clara only had one head left, but her strength was equivalent to that of a very strong adult man, and she was more than enough to control the dying captives in the barn.

With her help, Donna is confident to complete this homework.

When the two girls walked into the barn, Julius frowned and looked at Clayton: "What are you going to tell me?"

The werewolf looked at the moon again.

"What did the mayor do?"

"He approached the house, knocked on the door, and then walked around the house at Old Perot's invitation. He also visited Barbara and Marietta."

Julius sneered when he said this, and expressed his behind-the-scenes opinion to Perot: "The guards he sent helped us, we can't keep him out." The old man thought we were doing this What a good neighbor!”

"Stop mocking him. Most old people are stubborn and talk about business."

The wizard leaned against the wall and shrugged, not realizing that doing so rubbed dust all over the wall: "Okay, okay, the bald guy came around the house and then went to find Selanne. I I know what you want to ask, but I don’t know either. They went in and talked for half a minute, and then Jeffrey came out, but he looked unhappy.”

"What did Selanne say?" Clayton asked.

"She? She seemed a little happy, but when we asked her what happened, she refused to tell us. She just told us that it would not damage our travel plans."

It was hard for Julius not to feel a sense of surprise when he said this. This bitch actually insisted on keeping a secret, and he respected her a little now.

"It's okay, I'll go back and ask her."

"You're not going to put her to death, are you?"

Clayton raised his hands, which still had blood stains left by the Salvation Army prisoners: "No need, she will tell me when she sees the blood on my hands, because I am amiable."

Julius snorted and changed the subject again.

"Although the bald guy left, I left something in his hat. Thanks to not so many people in the Perun Inn who like to clean, I picked up a special hair as a casting material. Now this little The gift can help us, show his direction, and also teach the guy who uses him to spy on us a lesson."

Clayton nodded, satisfied with the wizard's initiative.

After all, Julius is Groene's son. Even if he is usually lazy, he can still try his best to use his advantages at critical moments. If everyone is like him, then Clayton will be very worry-free.

"We still have a lot to do after Donna finishes things. The top priority now is to figure out what Chud Osmar is going to do."

Clayton felt the brightness of the moonlight, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer.

"Now that Miss Etta has woken up, when Barbara wakes up too, let her order Ian Lazarus to go to the city with all his strength and test the possibility of us being trapped in Gevo again. In addition to this, we also We need to hire a few more people to continue digging into the swamp to find out what the connection is between the tattoos Osmar left on these people and what's underneath."

Julius pretended to take a step back with his left leg, put his right hand on his chest and bent down to salute.

"as you wish."

It was a rare lively event tonight, and many people didn't fall asleep.

The doctor and his nurse's assistant, his wife, were all busy.

Although the old hunter Schmidt was rescued, his life was in critical condition and he needed professional care day and night to survive.

A strong medicinal smell filled the room.

Quock, as he had pretended to be before the public, insisted on staying in his room.

Chud Osmar is used to this.

Kuok doesn't like to communicate with strangers, and he has been like this since he was a child.

But this is also a good thing, at least his meeting with Mayor Jeffrey will not be noticed by Kuo Ke.

The mayor was waiting not far outside the house. He did not bring any lighting equipment, and his whole person was enveloped in the smoke of the night. Chu De recognized him behind the window, immediately put on his formal clothes, picked up his cane and went downstairs to meet him. Meet.

The cooperation between the mayor and him started not long ago.

To be precise, one day after the Salvation Army kidnapped Schmidt, Chude approached the mayor.

The process of persuasion is almost not difficult. The body is getting weaker and weaker, the hair is falling out, the reaction is getting slower and slower, the teeth are corroded by sugar, and the wrinkles are like building blocks stacked but will never collapse. The middle-aged people who are about to enter old age Men have so many things to fear.

Chude only mentioned the effect of Elisio's ritual once, and Mayor Jeffrey agreed to form an alliance. The only requirement was that the matter should not be revealed.

Chude considers himself a considerate person who follows the code of conduct of a gentleman. He is fully aware of the mayor's concerns and is fully able to keep his promise because he believes that true openness and honesty are the basis for a good cooperative relationship.

It was because of the secret that Kuo Ke became irritable. Chu De couldn't help but grit his teeth every time he recalled this incident.

Because it was he who personally sent Kuok into the Doomsday Seeker sect, and the people in the sect corrupted this child!

"You don't look happy," Jeffrey asked.

Chu De no longer thought about those painful things. He said casually: "It's nothing. The food here makes my stomach upset. Maybe I can't stay here any longer."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that there was no joyful expression on Jeffrey's face under the shadow.

This shouldn't be the case, because he promised to pay the other party.

"Sir, I think we have made an agreement before, and I have already paid the deposit. Don't you feel the enhanced power?"

Jeffrey's face twitched.

"I have determined that there are two beings similar to me in Perot's home, but neither of them can move."

"Very good." Chu De nodded with satisfaction. "Speaking of which, in fact, I took the power from them. If I can complete my work, then I can take more power from them and give it to you."

Jeffrey's face twitched again: "You're not going to kill them, are you?"

At this point, his voice became much softer.

Even at night, even under the shade of the trees with no one around, he did not dare to discuss such things.

"There's no need for me to take action." The corners of Burnt Face's mouth almost reached the base of his ears. The black cane in his hand turned a few times and stopped: "Kuoke won't take action either, don't worry."

"So it's the power of witchcraft?"

"You don't need to know so much, because what happens next has nothing to do with you."

I don't know which nerve this sentence touched Jeffrey, and he suddenly became angry: "Why doesn't it matter? What if your witchcraft goes wrong?"

"Am I going to make a mistake?" Chu De asked in surprise.

Jeffrey suddenly approached. The painter's contemptuous attitude irritated him. He pointed to his crotch: "I just wanted to say that there is definitely something wrong with your witchcraft. Regarding this omission, you You can ask my cock, it can't stand up now! If I had known that the price of power would be this, I would never have chosen to cooperate with you!"

"ah?!"

For the first time, Chud Osmar felt that things were not under his control.

But he quickly realized that this was the result of the ritual adding the vampire traits captured to mortals.

He can't cure it.

He spoke again: "I can cure it, but you have to finish the rest. I want..."

"You have to cure it first, otherwise there's no need to talk about it!"

The angry middle-aged man took a step forward, but before he could do anything, Chu De's body suddenly tilted and he took a few steps back before regaining his balance. Blood gushed out smoothly from his small nostrils as he kept shaking his head. His movements seemed like he had just received a violent shock.

When Chu De recovered, he stared at him with a chilling look.

"Let me ask you, what did you bring here?!"