Werewolf hunting rules

Edwards is right about one thing. The history of this country is not short.

When they walked onto the street, the buildings of different eras and styles made them feel like they were wandering in a very large architectural museum.

Stone houses, brick houses, and wooden houses were all built nearby. They even found a few thatched houses on the periphery, with people living in them.

Clayton couldn't help laughing when he saw the thatched house.

"A house like that will fall down if I blow on it."

No one doubted that he could do this, because these thatched houses were really not strong enough, and the mud on the surface was covered with moss. It might have rained not long ago, and the wet mud that absorbed enough water made the houses crumbling.

The priest said nothing, but looked more serious than in his previous outburst.

"Don't always make such destructive assumptions and rein in your darkin nature, otherwise you will never be able to obtain salvation."

Clayton sighed. If he didn't need help from the priesthood, he really wouldn't want to communicate with such a serious person.

"Well, I'm sorry if this offended you." He heard Donna chuckle as he apologized, and turned to glare at her.

"You seem to be unable to get rid of these bad habits. Fortunately, your daughter has not been poisoned by your thoughts. I would like to ask, is your wife a human? Maybe you should let her stay with her mother. This will be good for her. There are benefits to your life.”

These words were so shocking that Clayton didn't feel offended immediately. He touched his beard, which was almost back to its original shape.

"She came to me from her mother on her own."

Donna was still snickering, but she didn't expect that this was Clayton's trick to divert fire.

The priest turned all his attention to her. He was very fond of this girl, but he was also resentful of her proposal to hold black masses and raise demons. In order for a girl to study witchcraft, He found his way back from the path of sin and returned to purity. He invested a lot of energy in preaching. So much so that I almost fell down several times while walking.

Donna was not grateful for the effort, and her smile quickly faded, sadly accepting the moralizing until after ten minutes Clayton couldn't stand it anymore.

"I will hire a normal tutor for her later, of course, a human being, so we don't need to talk about this now."

"Okay, so what do you want to say?"

"Of course it's about Edwards."

Creighton finally found an opportunity to speak out about Edwards' assignment to the King.

Louis also sensed the underlying malice.

"You think this is inappropriate?"

"Of course it's inappropriate. How much did Chud Osmar pay to open the door to fairyland? Edwards asked me to persuade those who mistakenly entered fairyland in dreams to set up magic circles in this world. I believe he tried more than once , but none of the previous kings completed this task, doesn’t that mean something?”

Edwards has not told him how to arrange the magic circle, but Clayton believes that there are many cruel methods in it.

The people of this country must also be well aware of this.

This country has hundreds of years of history. The people of this country must have discovered the huge magic circle in the forest long ago, but they have never taken down the living sacrifices. There is only one reason for this - they also hope that the magic circle will suddenly activate one day and open the door to fairyland again.

Even those people may be the ones they hang out with.

"So are you going to disobey his orders?"

"He has no right to order me." Clayton said sincerely: "Mr. Lewis, I have a few things to ask you - the first thing is that there used to be another group of residents here. I hope you can help us get it." Knowing the history of this country changing its owner, if possible, I hope you can convince the locals to help us find Chud Osmar. This is the second thing. I think that guy may have a way to leave here."

Louis agreed to him, but he also had questions: "You are the king now, why don't you issue orders publicly?"

"Then Edwards would know about it before I did, and I needed a little personal connection."

"I don't guarantee I'll succeed."

"If these locals are really willing to trust you, I think it can be done," Creighton said.

After the new king ascended the throne, it was natural for him to hold a banquet in the castle.

The banquet started a few hours after Clayton returned to the castle. It was still Edwards who decided the matter. People from this country who are currently nobles can come to the dinner, but Clayton does not have to do anything. There are attendants and The servants arranged this.

If Clayton hired the servants himself, he would be able to fully enjoy the beauty of a leisurely life, but the servants here are all from unknown origins, and he looks like a fake king sitting on a tree stump throne, so it will be difficult for him to feel at ease. a feeling of.

However, the banquet itself still has a certain appeal to Clayton. The etiquette standards here are very high, and there are definitely real nobles who have guided this country.

There is still a difference between the etiquette of hundreds of years ago and that of today. At least Clayton is not used to having a clown doing somersaults in the middle of the hall while eating. The musician plays the harp well, but it reminds him unconsciously of the sharpshooter from the Circus de Genvaux. That guy was also a killer using his identity as a musician, and was disemboweled by Clayton.

When the werewolf was no longer hungry, images of various corpses suddenly surged in his mind, leaving him unable to rest for a moment.

He lost his appetite and sat on the main seat observing the behavior of the guests.

Normal food was provided at the banquet, and even though no one in Wonderland had to rely on food to survive, the guests still ate seriously. Clayton watched for a while and found that their bellies bulged as they ate, but they did not. Instead, he stuck a feather down his throat and fiddled with it, forcing himself to vomit in a small bucket under the table, and then continued eating.

Just like the nobles at the end of the modern ancient empire, the extravagant and licentious atmosphere has been engraved in their bones, but their faces are expressionless, they don't care, and they don't seem to be enjoying themselves.

"Your Majesty, don't you plan to have some?"

Edwards' voice rang in his ears without warning, and his silent movements made Clayton wary. The werewolf's nose didn't smell his scent in advance.

His scent was much thinner than when we first met, and it seemed that he had been deliberately cleaned.

"I'm just curious about the meat. Are there any creatures that can be killed in Wonderland?"

"Yes, death does exist in Wonderland, but it only exists in ordinary beasts. They can die normally and reproduce. The source of these meats is the descendants of domestic animals brought in by a wizard four hundred years ago. , the spice seeds were brought in by another wizard, so Your Majesty doesn’t have to worry about their taste.”

As if to demonstrate, Edwards picked up a fork, inserted a piece of steak into his mouth, then closed his eyes, his face showing satisfaction, while the other guests who were eating had expressionless faces, as if eating was just a responsibility.

Clayton also ate a piece, but he didn't think it was particularly delicious.

Even the way of barbecue here is very old.

Edwards opened his eyes and sighed: "Wonderland is a world with almost no changes. If you stay in Wonderland for a long time, you will forget the way of life of normal people and eventually become pure residents of Wonderland who can no longer adapt to the real world. This is why we established this world. Another reason for Fang Guo.”

Clayton disagrees.

"When they are hungry, they eat, and when they are thirsty, they drink. Even if they forget their current life, physical pain will teach them to remember it again."

"But here you will neither be hungry nor thirsty, and you will not even die. So why insist on retrieving these feelings? So the normal phenomenon of hunger and thirst is gradually regarded as a flaw in this world. Your Majesty, you Can you imagine the day when you view the normal sensations of the human body as a flaw?”

Faced with Edwards' questioning, Creighton was speechless.

Edwards is not surprised by this phenomenon, and even vaguely agrees: "If there is no corruption, who can say that the current world is better than this? There are already many people in this country who are unwilling to return to the present world. They are completely used to it. They want to live in a fairyland. It’s just that they forget that there is a price to pay for such a life, and this price has always been paid by me.”

"I'm different from them. I have the determination to return to my hometown, so it's time to put an end to this insatiable greed."

"Please work with the Bishop to persuade them to give up the idea of ​​staying here. This is your duty, Your Majesty. At the same time, don't forget that our goals are the same."

"It seems that I have a lot of work." Clayton sighed, but the suspicion in his heart did not waver at all: "Why do I have to do this? Don't say stupid things like because I am the king, no one can Know who the true king here is. And you decided to choose the king from among us the moment you laid eyes on me."

The musicians were still playing music, and amidst the soothing tunes, no one noticed that their conversation was becoming more and more serious.

Edwards put down his fork, as if Creighton's suspicions were finally killing him.

"Because you are from the outside world, and you are here in the flesh. Although we have learned about the development of this world through some outsiders, it is just a few words. It is not easy to persuade them to do things for us. Previous visitors have We act like fools and try to defraud the deposit, so we need someone who understands the outside world and has a common purpose to act as a bridge of communication between the two parties. We also need this person to be able to adapt to changes, so I can't do it."

"I guess I had to do something bad."

"Yes, there are sacrifices, but it's because we can't afford to wait any longer."

"I can't see it."

Edwards took a deep breath and turned to look at Donna, who was holding a chicken leg and feeding Clara. There were two strong maids beside her who were urging her to go back and change her skirt: "That's your child, right? She's still very young. , do you have the heart to let her stay in this place for the rest of her life, until she loses consciousness and turns into a monster?"

He finally couldn't pretend anymore. Clayton sneered: "Oh, so now let's start discussing my business."

"Don't think that you have a demon that can do the same thing as me. It's just a larvae. You can't afford to wait like us." The dark wizard handed over a list: "This is the specific magic circle. Content, if a visitor comes, you convince them to do the above.”

Clayton checked the list, and the contents on it were indeed consistent with Edwards' identity as a dark wizard.

Putting aside other sacrificial utensils, the sacrifice of human life alone requires twenty-one, seven for young children, seven for young people, and seven for the elderly.

"There are too many demands on human life." Clayton frowned.

No wonder Edwards always fails. Guys who can help him kill twenty-one people are so hard to find, not to mention that only those with the right physique to enter Wonderland can dream of entering Wonderland, which further reduces the probability of a super murderer and a dark wizard meeting.

Seeing that he did not refuse immediately, Edwards' attitude became better:

"I have reduced this number as appropriate. You can't see the starry sky here, and you can't take the most effective way to draw power. If it is less, the probability of failure will be very high. Not only will it be impossible to open the door to the fairyland, but those who sacrificed will also be unable to open the door to the fairyland. Death is in vain, so it’s better to kill more.”

"There is no war going on. The last war ended a few years ago. So many murders in the same parish would be suspicious."

Edwards smiled disdainfully: "There are always people who can do this kind of thing in front of the church. There are people in every era. You don't need to worry about this. Even if the visitor does not have this kind of talent, he can still hire someone. Killer. Even if they have no money, for the gold and silver we can pay, they should go to the bank to get a loan to pay for the killer."

Clearly, Edwards' grasp of reality gets to the core.

In this era where materialism is rampant and money is paramount, the possibility of what he said will happen is not small.

Clayton tapped his fingers on the armrests of the chair, conveying his dull emotions to the surroundings.

"Okay, this matter is not urgent. You can get ready. I have to leave first." Edwards left the chair, turned around halfway and then turned back: "If you like a woman, just invite her directly. She, she won’t be unwilling, because it’s the king’s power.”

After he left, although Clayton was not in the mood to do so now, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the beautiful women in the crowd. The banquet was not over yet, but the number of those women seemed to be two less than before, no. Know when to leave.

The waiter who was wandering nearby saw that his glass was empty and came to fill him with wine.

Clayton turned his head and suddenly discovered that the waiter was the former cavalryman Pileg, and he couldn't help being surprised.

"Why did you become a waiter?"

Pileg's leg was reattached at some point, and it looked much normal.

"Oh, there was someone else who wanted to be a cavalryman, so I gave him the horse." He said flatly.

His answer was impeccable, but Clayton still remembered how they were when they first met. Pileg was proud of his speed, a man who could take off his legs to reduce weight for the sake of being "fast". How could it be possible to say such a thing?

"But don't you particularly want to be a cavalryman?"

"Oh, I don't want to think about it now." Pileg straightened the silver wine flask in his hand and said flatly.