Werewolf hunting rules

Julius was welcomed in Barbara's home - if he was given a seat and a cup of free tea, that was considered a welcome.

In addition to the young man who opened the door just now, who was about the same age as Julius, there were six children of different ages, dressed simply, huddled in the small hall, four boys and two girls, standing in order like nesting dolls. They filled the space to the brim, and there were only two rooms next to it. If Pero was still alive, there would be nine people sharing three rooms.

This was not uncommon in the city, and they could even be considered well-off.

Julius sat on the chair under the watchful eyes of seven pairs of red eyes, and he looked around very comfortably, like a fox that broke into a rabbit's nest and selected its prey. He thought so too, and he felt much more comfortable.

These children of Barbara all looked like her, not Pero, so they were very pleasing to the eye.

The blood of the Saleen people was a very strong type.

Look at these beautiful little faces. If he hadn't known Barbara's family background, he couldn't imagine that they were all illiterate.

These blond, red-eyed little rabbits held their breath and looked at Julius nervously, then at their mother. Before the wizard arrived, the small family was discussing something. When he came, they stopped talking.

The young man who opened the door before spoke cautiously.

"Mother?"

Barbara sat near the drawer stove, her face ruddy, wearing a black dress. She nodded to her son, her attitude was a little different from when she was in Gevaux before, and the injury she suffered in Gevaux had recovered.

But Julius always felt that something was missing here.

"Mr. Julius is a smart and friendly gentleman. He knows a lot and can definitely provide us with some more effective advice."

She said it with certainty. Julius wanted to refuse to join their conversation, but looking at those blinking red eyes, he felt that it might not be appropriate to refuse like this.

"Let me ask you first, what are you talking about?"

"Funeral." The youngest child bit his finger and said, the action was exactly the same as when Julius first met Barbara.

"Our funeral." Barbara said: "I have joined the order, and Elder Dais thinks it would be more beneficial for me to die with Pero in my current identity, but if I do this, I will definitely have a lot of work in the future, and I won't be able to come back to visit my children often. I'm worried that they will be hurt when I'm not around."

"Hurt by what?" Julius asked.

"Anything."

The wizard still didn't understand. He turned to look at Barbara's children, and their faces were also blank.

"A brick fell from the roof, disease, spoiled food, and those gang members. When Pero was still there, they often robbed people with daggers on the streets." The female vampire said, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ordinary people are very fragile, she didn't know why she only understood it now.

"I hope they can be like me, but this means they will have the weakness of vampires, they must suck blood to survive, and they will not be able to reproduce normally. I don't know what to do now."

"What do you think?" Julius asked the children.

The average age of these children is only a little over ten years old, and they don't understand how important the next choice is. They looked at each other and no one spoke.

The only adult, the young man who just opened the door, suddenly spoke with determination: "I don't think it's good to do this."

He resisted very hard.

"Why?" Barbara asked strangely, which attracted Julius's strange eyes.

She was still hesitating between the two options before, showing that any possibility had the same weight in her heart, but when her eldest son chose to refuse, she was surprised again, as if she had already made up her mind about this issue.

And her eldest son seemed to be very familiar with this situation, and he was already uneasy about the confrontation just now.

"Because. Because" Barbara's eldest son stammered, and couldn't organize a complete sentence for a long time. Saying no to his mother took all his courage.

Julius finally knew what was missing here.

If Pero was still alive, Barbara wouldn't have thought of such a thing.

Long before Barbara became a vampire, this family had already established a dominance chain that conforms to social moral standards. The husband is below the wife, and the wife is below the children.

To be honest, this order is no different from the vampire court.

On Barbara's side, she was disappointed with her eldest son's disobedience, so she looked at the younger children, hoping that they could take the initiative, but they were all timid and did not dare to communicate with their mother who had shown signs of madness many years ago.

"I don't think it's good either." Julius suddenly said.

The female vampire turned back suddenly, hoping that the guest could give a reasonable explanation.

The wizard felt a chill, which was the impact of Barbara's dissatisfaction on reality, but he did have a suitable explanation: "They are too young and may not be able to bear your blood. It is better to wait until they grow up a little bit and grow strong enough before performing the transformation ceremony."

Thinking of the fate of old Pero, Barbara had to admit that he made sense.

She put a polite smile back on her face, thanked Julius for his proposal, and invited him to stay here tonight.

The wizard rejected her politely and fled back to Grogne's house overnight. It was not until the door was closed that the throbbing in his heart slowly subsided.

In his opinion, Barbara's family was not as good as his being alone. Compared with the family of the female vampire, the way of getting along between uncle and nephew Belle can be regarded as a model.

Just when he calmed down and decided to boil some water to make medicine, a pair of arms came from behind and covered his eyes.

"Green hair, why is there oil around your mouth?" The spider demon who had been locked in the cage for a long time without eating asked grimly.

The night passed and the sky turned white again.

Belle's new house, back garden.

The daytime sky was a bit gloomy today, and the sun could not be seen directly, but it was not bad to study at any time.

Clayton was standing next to the flower bed to guide his niece.

"Donna, I'm going to teach you a trick today - how to easily build a human ladder. Once you learn this, you can quickly and safely put your partner on your shoulders, and the two of you can work together to climb over a three-meter-high wall."

"What's the use of this?" The girl in trousers asked puzzledly.

"You may use it when you escape from prison in the future - if you are caught for using witchcraft to harm people."

The simple explanation made Donna's enthusiasm for learning high. She began to move her body, and she seemed to be eager to absorb knowledge.

Clayton half-knelt towards the wall beside the flower bed, and his upper body pressed forward slightly. At this time, his left thigh was parallel to the ground, forming the first step, and his shoulder pressed down to form the second step.

Donna stepped on his shoulder in two consecutive steps according to the instructions. He grabbed her ankle and stood up, steady and fast. The girl's horizon really crossed the high wall, and she could press on the top of the wall with one hand.

After squatting down again and putting the excited girl down, Clayton asked: "Now do what I did just now, so that I know you have learned this technique."

Donna half-knelt down facing the wall in the same position as before, and there was basically no difference.

Clayton looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his foot to step on her.

"Now it's my turn."

Seeing his heavy body of more than 200 pounds approaching quickly, Donna was frightened and lost her balance. She screamed and tilted her body, falling backwards into the flowerbed, and her clean clothes and hands were covered with mud.

The conscienceless Clayton pointed at her embarrassed appearance and laughed.

When she realized that this was a prank, she got up and showed her uncle the results of her recent fighting class.

The expressionless Cuitis drew the curtains to prevent the scene downstairs from disturbing her state of mind.

The world is becoming dangerous, and she is preparing to resist it.

When she came by train, she saw the bodies hanging on both sides of the railroad tracks. These were all done by the Sasha Municipal Government. Therefore, no matter how Clayton explained, she could not believe that it was really safe here.

In addition to political and religious disasters, the celestial phenomena also began to become abnormal. This winter was much colder than last year. Some places where it should not have snowed actually snowed, and many people in the south froze to death.

A church member who passed by Patnu and was about to go to Towton told her that the era of judgment was approaching, and the battles between people and people and between people and monsters were ready to go, so it was time for the clergy to sacrifice their lives.

Cuitish did not believe that the Father in Heaven needed people's dedication. Sacrificing one's life and practicing asceticism was just people's obsession.

But without this obsession, people certainly could not understand miracles.

Spiritual practice is dangerous. Once the strong obsession in the heart deviates, the practitioner may become a sinner, but Cuitish's heart is no longer confused.

There is no pure land, everything is in chaos, only the holy law

She sat at the head of the bed, turning the rosary in her hand, chanting the motto in a low voice and praying for her family.

When she finished the steps of chanting, Clayton and Donna also finished their morning exercises and came back from the outdoors covered in dirt.

They cleaned the soles of their shoes on the carpet and took off their woolen coats and handed them to the servants. These clothes did not need to be washed. The servants would use a brush to carefully brush the dirt on the outside so that they could use them later.

Donna supported her knees and twisted her waist: "It feels so good to exercise."

She is now wearing a white shirt and black pants. If you don't look at her face, you may be mistaken for a boy.

Clayton picked up the kettle that had been prepared long ago from the hallway table, poured warm water into two cups, and then handed one of them to her.

"You haven't said anything about upholding justice recently. Have you given up being a ranger?"

"I just found that I still have a lot to learn before upholding justice." Donna drank the warm water in one gulp, put down the cup, and showed a sly smile: "Besides, I'm actually doing good things every day now."

Clayton was surprised: "But I've never seen you go out?"

He wanted to ask again, but Donna didn't want to answer. She hummed a song all the way through the corridor and went upstairs to find her mother.

When she arrived in front of her mother's room, Donna's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up seriously.

She is a self-aware person. She has realized that the greatest evil she can stop is Clayton Bello himself, so as long as she stays by Clayton's side and delays him from doing other bad things, this is already considered upholding justice.

She really does one good deed a day!