Werewolf hunting rules

Gambling is harmful, and Uren had warned Clayton long ago.

Clayton had to admit that he had some thoughts of staying in the casino. When he lost ten pounds, he only wanted to turn the tables. This kind of magic is certainly the power of gambling itself, but it is also inseparable from Chude Osmar's curse at the end of his life. Since Clayton was cursed by this old monkey, his luck has started to get worse again.

He repeatedly emphasized his idea to Julius, but he didn't get a sympathy. The wizard had never gambled so much money in his life, let alone lost so much. Chude Osmar's curse conjecture made him sneer.

To him, Clayton Bello just deserved it. He lost so much money and didn't get his things back.

Why gamble?

They just waited for the gambler to go home alone and rob him.

Now that the gambler took Clayton's money, he was even more oblivious, and he didn't know when he would leave the casino.

But this might be a good thing for Julius.

"Now that things have come to this, let's predict when he will leave the casino." He suggested.

Of course, it's charged.

Clayton shook his head: "No, I know where his house is, we just need to go there and wait for him."

Julius raised his eyebrows: "How do you know such private information?"

"He told me himself, so that I can take him with me when I gamble next time." Clayton said with a stern face. This bastard really treated him as a fat sheep, but he couldn't refute it. This gambling emptied out one-third of his cash at one time, which made him angry enough when he thought about it.

He was also obsessed with it, sitting there and refusing to move.

Someone should slap him twice when he can't control his hands.

Fortunately, he brought 150 pounds this time, so he didn't need to save money for the next journey.

They walked to the gambler's cabin and waited-as for why they could enter the house, it was because they didn't pay much attention to the rule of going out through the front door.

There was a person inside, but this person had been lying on the floor and sleeping soundly since they entered the house.

They knew at a glance that this was someone who went to work at night. Sometimes, in order to share the rent, there could be several tenants in one room, and the time they occupied the room was divided according to the proportion of the payment. They were unfamiliar with each other, so there was no need to pay attention to them.

They waited until night fell, and the sleeping man got up and went out to work, but he didn't wait for the gambler to come home.

"He won't live in the casino, right?" Julius also began to get angry.

He didn't wait for Clayton to speak, and used the tobacco in his pocket to do a divination. The smoke swirled in the windless room, forming a ring.

Seeing this scene, the anger on the wizard's face subsided.

"He's dead." He said.

Clayton opened the door angrily and rushed out, followed by Julius. They found the gambler's body with almost no effort. It was lying in a small alley on the roadside between the casino and his home. It had been dead for some time.

A cut wound was wrapped around its neck. The cut was smooth but not narrow. It looked like a thick iron sheet had scratched its neck, or it could have been the sharp nails of a deformed person.

Blood froze in the cold and had a faint smell.

Clayton squatted beside the body and roughly searched for the remains on the body, but the syringe had disappeared. The gambler couldn't bet the syringe away. He knew that Clayton, a fat sheep, was willing to gamble with him for it.

"Did you find it?" Julius stamped his feet at the entrance of the alley, looking at every pedestrian passing by the alley with a subtle look in his eyes. The street lights flickered not far away.

"No, I didn't smell it, but it should be the seller who did it. Not only was there no money on the body, but even the syringe was missing."

"It seems that he is not satisfied with the result at the gambling table, which is the same as us."

"Next time we meet, I must kill him!"

Clayton stood up. The clues here were broken again. Even though he was furious, he could only inform the passing sheriff and tell him that there was a body here, and then return to the hotel where he had booked a room to rest.

No matter how much Clayton wanted to stay and track down the "seller" and cut him into pieces, he had to deal with the disappearance of Ginger and Edgar first, and pass on George Silver's confidential information as soon as possible.

One of these two things may be related to the life of the helper, and the other is related to his own honor.

Compared with them, the plan to hunt down the seller can only be temporarily shelved.

However, when he finished all the things at hand.

At dawn the next day, he and Julius had breakfast and hired a carriage to cross the town. They arrived at the target station at four o'clock in the afternoon, and then they had to book tickets and reserve seats for the next day.

When they actually arrived at Weiodi, it was already noon on the fourth day after leaving Sasha City.

Weiodi is an industrial city. When they were still a certain distance away from the city, they could already see countless factory chimneys standing in rows. The black smoke clouds formed by burning whale oil engulfed the sky here. When they got off the train and entered the city, this scene seemed even heavier and grander.

It was like a night sea hanging upside down in the sky-most people who saw this scene would think so.

Clayton even felt that the power to suppress his own deformation had weakened a lot.

As long as he used a little effort, he could transform during the day, and he estimated that it would last at least half an hour.

This feeling of relaxation and freedom is even stronger than that of Wonderland. Although he can transform without limit in the vast and beautiful Wonderland, he always has a strange feeling, as if he wakes up and is in a small space surrounded by people. Sundry, even if he transforms into a werewolf, is still restricted by other things.

There is no such urgent atmosphere in Wei Aodi, but the air is a bit choking.

Perhaps such a place is more suitable for dark descendants like him to live. Clayton thought that this was probably the case in other industrial cities, and suddenly some strange emotions surged up.

When the Dark Moon actually appears, because of these advantages, these industrially developed areas will retain a large number of non-human races.

And it is impossible for these various guys to live in peace together.

When battles between extraordinary beings occur widely in these developed cities, then the naturalistic paradise for the rich that the Sasha City Presbyterian Church wants to create has a high probability of success.

Those elders also have spies in other cities, maybe they knew this.

Clayton no longer thought about it. He followed the information given by George Silver and went to the west side of the city. He found the apartment he wanted to enter in a community of high-end apartment buildings with classicism and revival ideas as the main aesthetics. Door.

He knocked on the door, and a man dressed as a servant asked him why he came, and then went back to inform the resident.

After waiting for a while, he and Julius were allowed to enter. They went up to the fourth floor and saw the door with the "401" gilded plate hanging on it. That was their goal.

Another maid came out and asked them to wait in the living room.

When they walked into the room, they were also looking at the decoration here. Compared with the appearance of the building, the place looked a bit plain, with basically no decorations. In the corner of the living room, except for some unnamed mechanical parts, there were two lecture tables. Blackboard with unerased mathematical calculations on it.

The owner here seems to be a mechanical engineer.

Clayton held a tea cup and analyzed the calculation traces on the blackboard. He found that he could not understand it, so he turned to consult his consultant.

Julius looked at the blackboard with some embarrassment. He had some research on chemistry, but mathematics?

Just when they were unable to do anything about the blackboard, the owner of this place finally came.

This was a haggard-looking middle-aged man with yellow hair. Even though he had taken care of himself just now for meeting guests and put on a neatly ironed formal suit, they could tell that this man didn't pay much attention to his appearance, let alone his health.

He seemed to have not been out for a long time, his skin was pale, and he was staggering when walking. It seemed that one of his legs was injured, so he had to rely on a cane to support himself.

"I am Alexander Eleven. Judy said you are bringing me news?" His eyes moved back and forth between the faces of Clayton and Julius.

Clayton nodded and admitted, "Yes."

"Which of you is George Silver?"

"None of them." After finishing speaking, Clayton added: "Originally, it was indeed him who wanted to bring you news, but he couldn't come."

This answer made Alexander Eleven angry. He raised his face and took a deep breath. His face became a little pale again, and all his strength seemed to be poured into his long cane: "Tell Ken, if you want to change people next time, remember to do it in advance." Notify me."

Clayton shook his head: "Please don't blame me. It's not that Mr. Ken wanted to change people, but George Silver dueled with someone on the road and died unfortunately. He still remembered this job before he died, so he asked me to replace him." This confidential information is brought to you.”

Alexander's expression did not improve: "Then who are you? Can I trust you?"

"I was the one who dueled him," Clayton replied.

Alexander raised his face again, covering his face with his left hand and wiping it vigorously, as if he wanted to use this method to wipe away the irritability in his heart.

"Please rest assured that I have sworn not to use this information for my own benefit, nor to tell anyone else. When I tell you this confidential information later, I will ask my entourage to wait outside the door."

Alexander put down his hands and lowered his head, his face looking even more tired than before.

"Okay, sir, please forgive me for my gaffe just now. You are willing to fulfill your duel opponent's last wish. I believe you are an honest and noble person. I will never doubt you again in the future."

He glanced at Julius, turned and walked into the corridor: "Please follow me."

Creighton waved Julius away and followed him.

Alexander brought the lieutenant into his study room, which was filled with a large number of mechanical parts. In addition to two mechanical devices of unknown purpose on the table, there were also a large number of papers with calculation drafts piled up, even overflowing, and scattered on the ground.

Next to the table, there is a small whale oil generator with wires connected to the instruments on the table, but it is turned off at the moment.

"Please tell me, George Silverto, what is the news you are bringing?" Alexander sat down on the chair. Although his expression did not seem to change anymore, it made people feel that he was more eager than before.

Creighton answered truthfully: "Probably a miracle."

This brief sentence made Alexander's face continue to deteriorate, and his back gradually lost strength.

Clayton saw disappointment, frustration, helplessness, and finally despair appear on his face in just a few seconds. His body completely lost its support and slumped on the chair, as if his heart had died at this moment.

The tabletop was inadvertently swept by his arm, and many pieces of scratch paper fell down, fluttering in front of Clayton's feet.

"Excuse me, but what does this mean?" In front of someone who knew the truth, Clayton could finally express his curiosity.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magic these words contained.

Alexander looked at him sadly, and it took more than ten seconds for him to regain the ability to speak, and he spoke hoarsely:

"For me, it only means that my invention is temporarily useless. But for the public, it means that eternal conflict is about to be put before the world. And the button of war is in my hand."

"But even if I don't make a choice, more and more smart people will gradually discover this button."

"So conflict is inevitable."

Clayton really couldn't understand what he meant, but Alexander was not interested in telling him more, just waved his hand weakly and asked him to leave.