Werewolf hunting rules

Who is Edwards? Why does it sound higher than the status of a king?

Clayton walked into the palace with these questions, and at the same time he had to lament Pleg's unreliability. They had already walked outside the auditorium and were about to meet the king, but the etiquette teacher promised by Pleg still did not show up. Although he had met the Queen of Dorne, Heron IV, and knew how to perform royal etiquette, it was too late to instruct Donna and Louis at this moment.

When things came to a head, he decided to pretend that he didn't understand etiquette and be consistent with his companions.

The three of them took off their armor and weapons with the help of an attendant. Then, with straight faces, they walked through a group of armed attendants wearing gold and silver and dressed like ancient people until they reached the throne. They were all stunned. Standing on the ground.

The king on the throne is a young man about the same age as Clayton, with a medium build, red hair, and only a light beard on his cheeks and above his lips. The whole person looks listless and has no majesty to speak of.

Not only the king was like this, but most of the attendants around him were also like this. They were either squinting their eyes and feeling sleepy, or looking away absentmindedly.

A few attendants kept looking at the door secretly, as if they wanted to get out and breathe fresh air.

"Where are you from?" The king asked them lazily, leaning on the armrest of the throne, as if he didn't care about the lack of etiquette, and the inquiry was just a routine matter.

Clayton cleared his throat and spoke first, telling them the identities they had made up before.

"A caravan guard from afar?"

The king's eyes fell on Louis' clerical attire.

In most sects of the White Sect, the higher the proportion of white in clothing, the higher the status. Pure black robes are a symbol of low-level clergy, and this tradition has lasted for more than a thousand years.

"I was a missionary," Louis said, knowing it wasn't easy to hide.

The king nodded slightly, then turned to look at the middle-aged attendant wearing a blue jacket and white trousers next to him: "Mr. Edwards, are they honest?"

The attendant had his eyes closed and seemed to be lazy. But when he opened his eyes, Clayton knew that was definitely not the case. His eyes were filled with pure darkness. Everyone felt a chill spreading with his sight. And the three outsiders who were watched by him could intuitively feel this power. It was a demonic power similar to Clara, but more powerful!

This man's physical characteristics prove that his connection with the devil is very deep, and he may have the power to read minds.

"They are not honest, but they are mostly sincere. They should not be spies sent by other countries. I think they can be welcomed."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Clayton almost jumped up and attacked him.

The second half of the sentence makes people relax.

Fortunately, this is Wonderland, and Clayton doesn't need to worry about him lying, because a head-on confrontation is impossible. As long as the people from this country swarm up, even the werewolves can at most escape alone. The tactic of dying together cannot bring benefits to the creatures in Wonderland. No matter how much damage is done, lying will do Edwards no good.

The king nodded, not surprised at all, nor angry at being deceived, and it was not just him, but all the people here were like this.

"Then will they stay here forever, or will they go back soon?" the king then asked Edwards.

The latter's eyes were fixed on the package in Donna's arms. While sweat broke out on the girl's forehead, she answered the country's ruler without any respect: "Your Majesty, I think they will stay here, because they The body is right here, just like ours.”

"So they can join this country?"

"I think so."

The king nodded with satisfaction and looked at the three outsiders again.

"In this case, I agree that you will join this country. Are you ready to take the oath?"

Clayton's attitude was hesitant. He originally thought it was just an ordinary oath, but there was a wizard with a strong connection with the devil present. Maybe the other party would take this opportunity to drag their names into some obscure evil contract, and Donna's magical attainments may not be able to resist the opponent.

Edwards' power far surpassed that of Donna's, which was evident in the girl's terrified look, as she was completely overpowered.

Louis didn't care at all - that's what he looked like after coming to Wonderland.

Their different attitudes were exposed in front of Edwards. He was neither happy nor unhappy about it. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the deepest thoughts in their hearts: "I know what you want. Our purpose is common. You don't have to take an oath if you don't want to. But the consequences must be thought through. Those without state protection can quickly become Oathbreakers."

"As long as we are human beings, we will follow this rule." He meant something.

Will displaced humans in the fairyland turn into evil creatures?

Clayton looked back at Donna. He didn't want to believe Edwards, but he couldn't bet that it was a lie. The psychological shadow brought to him by the evil creatures in the forest has not yet dissipated.

He couldn't imagine it if Donna turned into something evil.

"No, we are ready to take the oath." Clayton forced a stiff smile on his face, and he pulled Donna to his side.

A ceremonial officer came out from among the attendants. He was waiting for them with a thick book.

"If you are ready, then say to me: This country, I swear by everything I believe in, I will be loyal to you."

"This country, I swear by everything I believe in, I will be loyal to you."

As Clayton began to take the oath, Donna and Louis followed him.

The steps of taking the oath were unexpectedly normal, but Clayton still felt strange in his heart.

Things seemed a little too smooth.

If Mr. Edwards was a dark wizard who wanted to control them through hidden pacts and make them work for him, then his name would inevitably be mentioned in the oath, but in fact the oath will hardly address the person to whom it is sworn. and their real names clearly indicate that they only need to be loyal to the country itself, not the king. The existence of the king is not important, so until now, they don't even know the name of the king of this country in front of them.

Clayton couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that people in Wonderland never die and the king has always ruled the country, so he doesn't need a king's title to be his unique symbol?

When the oath was over, Edwards did not show a smile of success. He just nodded silently and relinquished the dominant position to the king.

"Then from now on, you must choose your new identity and concentrate on your work. You must not exceed the rules."

There were several servants nearby bringing clothes for them to choose from.

Blacksmith's apron, farmer's high-waisted trousers, maid's skirt, milkmaid's smock.

The king looked at Luis. This one was special: "Mr. Reyes, of course you can choose to do something else, but I recommend you to continue to be a priest here. We have always needed a priest."

Lewis nodded silently and did not refuse.

"Great. But black robes are not worthy of your work here. I will send someone to bring you white robes in a while. You will become the archbishop of this country. As for you"

This time Louis refused: "This is not in line with etiquette. I am only qualified to wear black clothes."

But then the king denied his denial.

"There is only one priest in this country, Mr. Reyes. If you are responsible for all religious affairs, you are equivalent to the archbishop in terms of power. It is not in line with the etiquette to let the clergy who are responsible for educating a country only wear black robes." "

Louis obviously did not think of such a statement, and was taken away by the servants in surprise.

Then, the red-haired king narrowed his eyes and looked at Uncle Bello and his nephew, as if expecting them to make the request themselves.

But they said nothing.

The king did not feel impatient because of the long silence. He remained calm:

"Still hesitating? Please don't worry, we have plenty of time."

"Hurry up, please," Mr. Edwards began.

The contradictory instructions did not cause confusion, because his authority was greater than that of the king. The attendants and servants around him immediately became quiet. They were no longer lazy, their bodies stood as tall as those wooden stakes in the forest, and all their eyes widened. , watching the two strangers intently, waiting for them to make their own decision.

Donna trembled under these terrifying looks, but still insisted on staying with Clayton, waiting for the moment when he needed to cooperate.

Creighton was silent and thoughtful, and it was not until Edwards urged him again that he spoke: "I want to be a scholar who records the history of this country."

"There is no need to record history in this country." The king said: "Everyone here knows the history of the country."

"But every country has scholars who record history."

This sentence seemed to move the king's heart. He looked at Edwards, hoping to get some positive instructions, but the latter shook his head, so he had no choice but to look back: "But this country can be without it."

"Does our country have parliament, cabinet and other institutions to share His Majesty's worries?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king replied to Clayton: "No, the king's power does not need to be shared with anyone."

"So does the country need to buy newspapers and periodicals to convey news?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king replied to Clayton: "There is no news in this country, and we don't need the people to spread rumors."

"Then does Your Majesty need someone with war experience to take charge of the army for you?"

Edwards shook his head.

The king then replied to Clayton: "No, we have a knight captain in charge of this."

After realizing that these people did not seem to have much emotional fluctuations, Clayton kept trying to obtain identities with the power to obtain overall information. After ten minutes, the king was also in a dilemma.

"Mr. Crane, the status of nationals of this country is not fixed. We can apply to re-determine our status every month. If you can't decide your status for the moment, you can live here for a month first and start from the existing status." Choose the one that suits your heart among those identities.”

Clayton smelled something favorable, and he immediately asked: "Is the king also an optional identity? Can I apply to be the king?"

The king was stunned and turned to look at Edwards, who nodded this time.