Werewolf hunting rules

It seems that a remarkable guest came to Clayton Belleau's house.

If this is not the case, it is impossible to explain why Julius was driven away just after he got his room key from Harrington, the butler.

Clayton rushed into the house at full speed and stuffed a thick stack of banknotes into his hand, asking him to take Clara away first.

Seeing the anxious look of the antique dealer, the wizard thought it was a bishop who came to visit, but it turned out not to be the case.

There was no way, Julius was a man of integrity. He took the money, so of course he had to work.

He took Clara to Grogne's house with the cover cloth and birdcage given by Clayton. The giver of his life was not there, and although it was a small house, it seemed particularly deserted.

In order to ease the punishment for breaking the contract, Grogne fell asleep in the forest, and no one could find him now.

"This old guy can really sleep."

The green-haired wizard muttered while throwing the large and small bags of goods he had just bought and Clara on the table with a bang.

A pot of unknown white flowers on the windowsill suddenly moved and turned the flower cup.

Julius sneered: "Ah, yes, yes, you remember it, let him listen, let him listen!"

The white flower turned back again, and Julius spit at it: "A newborn goblin dares to threaten me, be careful I will sprinkle salt on your soil!"

There are many goblins around Grogne, they are also from Godolin-because of the countless interpersonal relationships of the forest elves, they come to the city to help. Due to their unpredictable characteristics, they have become the old forest elves' extra eyes and ears.

Julius doesn't like them because they don't help him.

He opened the package and took out the different bags of herbs one by one. The various actions in Gevaux consumed a lot of potions and alchemical raw materials carried by wizards, but they were all low-grade goods. When Julius thought about having to brew them again to replenish them, he was full of disgust.

But Clayton Belleau's money was definitely worth it.

The commissioner of the Council of Elders has been pestering him for a while. Julius has suffered a lot for him, so he naturally thinks he deserves to be rich.

After the wizard packed his luggage, Clara chirped in the cage again. This was a secret signal to ask if he could let her out. She had asked several times along the way, but Julius ignored her.

But now was the time to pay attention to her. The wizard walked over and lifted the cloth outside the cage.

"Stop chirping, stay well."

The birdcage of normal size was already quite crowded for Clara. She hugged her head with both hands and looked out curiously through the white copper wire. The environment in front of her disappointed her.

There were less than four rooms here, including the bathroom, which was far from all the places she had lived in.

The corners of her mouth pulled down in disdain, revealing her lower fangs.

"Is this the home of the green-haired man?"

"This is not my home, this is where the old man lives! Ah, but he does have green hair too." Julius subconsciously retorted. He only came to Sasha City this summer, and of course he lived with Gronie.

The forest elf is not a human, and the image that is made public is not even its true body, so when it decorated its house, it did not consider what humans need to live here. In addition to the bed, there are no other facilities necessary for private life. Julius himself also thinks that this place is a bit shabby.

But he does not have to pay rent, so he has no complaints.

"This is not the green-haired man's home, so where is the green-haired man's home?" Clara asked.

The wizard's hand, which was originally moving swiftly, suddenly stopped moving on the herb bag next to him, and his face became uncertain.

"Home?" He tapped his fingers on the dry herbs and fell silent again.

He seemed to really not have such a thing, and he had never experienced such a thing. Even if he saw the interaction between the uncle and nephew of Bello or other family members, he could not understand the concept of home.

Just like a blind person cannot understand the difference between colors.

"Do you have a home, little head?" He asked back.

Clara was very proud: "Clara certainly has a home. Clara and her family devote everything to the Father."

Julius laughed dumbly.

He relaxed. It was meaningless to discuss what home was with a stupid little devil. She didn't even know that she was not welcome in the Father's place. She thought that the holy war between the world and hell had failed, and that all the people walking on the road were heretics!

After all, since they lived well without a home, it meant that they didn't really need it.

Julius opened the birdcage, and Clara squeezed out like an octopus in a bottle, and then walked on the table in a crab-like posture. He let this behavior go. After he sorted out the alchemical raw materials, he went back to the bedroom to sleep.

When he woke up again, his stomach was empty.

The wizard looked out the window with melancholy. It was already dark. Although there were still people walking on the street, they were all in a hurry, rushing home. Their wives must have prepared a delicious dinner for them.

This had nothing to do with Julius. No one cooked here, and he couldn't cook.

In the haze, he suddenly had an epiphany.

A house can only be called a home if there is someone who can cook in it.

"Let's go to the café again." If that counted, the café was his new home.

Julius stuffed Clara, who was crawling all over the floor, into the cage again and went home alone.

He arrived home with ease, bought a sandwich and a large cup of strong coffee with sugar and milk, and sat at a single table to sip slowly. He was thinking about what kind of work he would ask from Clayton next.

Grogne refused to give him money, so he could only support himself. Although the job of an antique dealer's assistant was stable, there was no opportunity to make a fortune. It required certain extraordinary factors to make a lot of money. The experience in Geves could well prove this point.

Now Clayton Belleau had to be deeply involved with the Elders in order to leave the wonderland, and the little witch had to go to school, which also meant more good opportunities.

And he, an expert in mysticism, would be able to play his true value.

Julius stayed at home for two hours until it closed and no longer received outsiders.

The city of Sasha at night was different from a month ago. There were fewer people who dared to go out at night, and it was not the sheriff who appeared in the streets to maintain order, but a large number of soldiers.

They wore black hats, and their winter coats and boots were also black, with only the belts being conspicuous red. They held bright lanterns in their hands, long swords on the left side of their waists, flintlock pistols on the right side, and black powder bottles, bullet bags and water bottles on their waists.

These soldiers were not half-brained guys like the Salvation Army. They reacted faster, were more focused, and could even be called sensitive.

They did not walk around the streets, but in groups of three or four, scattered at the intersections of multiple streets to guard. Anyone with suspicious behavior would be stopped and checked. Those workers who got off work late lined up at these checkpoints. There was still a smell of whale oil on their dark coats. From time to time, they stamped their feet and rubbed their hands to warm themselves, or started smoking on the spot.

It looked like it was going to snow again, and there was a depressing atmosphere everywhere.

Julius was also stopped by these soldiers when he was inspected, because he was suspected of smuggling through clothes full of pockets. He had to explain that he was actually a perfume merchant, and only then did he get away smoothly.

But after passing the checkpoint, he fell into confusion again.

It seemed that he had no place he wanted to go.

Clara was still in Grogne's house, but he didn't think that this reason was enough for him to go back. It was better for the little devil to stay in the birdcage.

It was not appropriate to stay on the street. It was cold outside, and there might be criminals hiding in the dark to attack passers-by like him, which was still a certain risk for the caster.

Julius thought again and again and walked towards the nearest Presbyterian stronghold.

He wanted to know the whereabouts of several people he had contacted recently.

Although he had been expelled from the Presbyterian Church, the people here would still help him for Grogne's sake.

The Presbyterian Church had been collecting intelligence on the author, and there were also records for those who had only cooperated once.

This record was shallow, only including name, race and contact information.

But in most cases, this level of record was enough.

The archivist "Folentin" squinted his eyes and traced overlapping lines on the file with his fingers. It took him half a minute to finally find the information he wanted, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "He's dead. I remember this address. We have records of transporting bodies there."

"So fast?" Julius was shocked.

The archivist said lightly: "There's no way. He is cursed. Most cursed people die quickly. Even if they are not killed by the curse, they will commit suicide because of pain."

"Is there anything else you want to check?" he asked considerately.

"No."

Julius left the base and walked towards Barbara's address in the city.

Not long ago, she was cut into pieces by Clayton Bellow, and she might have resentment towards that guy, but that had nothing to do with Julius. He visited her purely with the idea of ​​meeting an acquaintance.

Fortunately, this female friend had not left home yet, and the lights were still on in the house.

This is the so-called slum area. The houses around are very short. They may be "special houses" sold to dwarves by real estate developers in the past. Because the floor area and building height are compressed, but the selling price is not lowered, the dwarves collectively resisted and eventually fell to the point of renting them to the poor.

Here, it is a luxury to keep the lights on at 10 o'clock in the evening, which is easy to attract the attention of thieves, but the female vampire is definitely no longer afraid of this.

The wizard walked to the door and knocked, and someone came to open the door immediately.

The one who opened the door was a blond and red-eyed young man with a handsome face and facial features similar to Barbara. He looked at Julius suspiciously, convinced that he had never seen this stranger with long hair of strange color.

Julius raised his chin: "Is Ms. Barbara here?"

The young man who opened the door stared at his hair: "I am her son, what do you want to see her for?"

"Just bring greetings from some companions." The wizard was vague. He didn't actually think about what he was going to do here. Maybe he just wanted to see what others were doing so that he could find a decent reference for himself.

While the young man was still hesitating, Barbara's voice came from inside the room.

"Is that Mr. Julius? Please let him in."