Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 373: The one who took the money from the person who took it will be the one who eats the money.

It is unknown whether the person who sent the card was a human or a darkborn, but it is a fact that Clayton and Julius were noticed by some existence.

As a target directly chosen by an unknown existence, Julius' heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside. There was no trace left here.

"Has our investigation been discovered? Otherwise, why did they choose me?" He muttered to himself.

Clayton did not answer, but just silently watched Julius's long gray-green hair that fell to his waist fluttering in the wind in front of the window.

Yes, how could someone suddenly target him in the crowd?

"The smell in the hotel is too mixed. I can't track that person, and I don't think there will be any good results if I take the initiative to find him." Clayton stared at Julius' long hair: "When you have time later, remember to dye your hair a normal color, and hide your hair in your hat at ordinary times."

If the wizard's hair was not indeed a precious spellcasting material, he would use his nails to "cut Julius' hair" now.

"What about this address?"

"The cards are all newly made, and the address may be just temporarily 'borrowed'. Go to the meeting on time, there may be many people ambushing there. If you go late, the person who invited you may have moved away, and there is nothing to check."

"What should we do then?" Julius asked nervously.

Clayton sighed: "It's just that someone stuffed a card in, you may not even notice it."

Julius suddenly realized.

"And the guy who came to find you may not be the one who caused the disappearance. He tried to trick you out. And the rooms of those who disappeared before had bloodstains. Maybe he just noticed that you were unusual and tried to communicate with you privately."

Julius couldn't fully accept Clayton's explanation. This was still a guess without evidence. The fact might be that the other party felt that he was more powerful than the previous prey and couldn't get rid of him quietly, so he took deception.

Someone must want to murder him!

In short, he no longer accepted being alone, but decided to squeeze into a room with Clayton from now on.

Due to the lack of sufficient food, the werewolf also needed to sleep, and he could not give up his bed to Julius, so he could only hug the blanket and make do with the floor for a night. As a result, he woke up the next day still weak and his face was pale from the cold.

Clayton suspected that Julius might die of illness before finding Ginger and Edgar.

But Julius was even more persistent than him.

"Let's move faster." The wizard hugged his arms and urged him while shivering.

Next, they moved all day long. Except for eating, they spent most of the day in the carriage, and the almost non-stop roar of the machine was heard in their ears.

In order to understand the city, Clayton bought a few newspapers, and put aside Edgar and Ginger, and talked to the coachman about Viodi's past life. Then he found that Albert was not telling the truth, and Julius's worries were not false at all.

This damn place!

Take bank robberies as an example. The robbery of Dongsen Bank in Sasha City was a big news in the local area. In Wei'aodi, people have already regarded bank thefts as normal. It doesn't matter if the bank is robbed, because the president will spend money to hire a group of gunmen to snatch the money back from the robbers.

There are laws here, but few people know about them, and few people enforce them in the past.

Before the Royal Police arrived, the sheriffs here were already useless. Compared with them, people trust security companies and detective agencies more, or hide a weapon at home.

Gangs of all sizes have long abolished the status of parish leaders. They collect a certain amount of protection fees and then drive away criminals who are not part of their group, completely replacing the status of sheriffs.

The government orders here are not conveyed by government officials, but by information leaks. The government rarely explains anything to the people.

The above situation was bad enough, and when the carriage passed a particularly luxurious building complex, Clayton discovered that the rich area here was different from the rich area in Sasha City. The rich area in Sasha City only arranged gunmen for security at the door of the house, while here, a checkpoint was set up at the corner of the street. The huge black iron arch blocked the entrance and exit of the street. Privately hired gunmen patrolled the door with rifles in a majestic manner, and did not allow others to pass through this street that would be planned as a public area in other cities.

When a rich man's carriage slowly passed through the street, there must be a group of armed security guards walking behind him, so the traffic was very congested.

Only one night later, Wei Aodi had completely changed in Clayton's eyes.

The industrial level here exceeded 80% of the cities in the country, and concrete buildings stood in rows, but the lifestyle was still as barbaric as the uncivilized people before the Age of Discovery.

This sense of perversion made Clayton feel sick from the bottom of his heart. He just wanted to finish his business quickly and then return to Sasha City. Even his hatred for the seller was not enough to keep him from staying out any longer.

In the North District, where the coachman was unwilling to take them, Clayton and Julius had to get off the carriage and walk. Along the way, they drove away seven thieves, broke the hands of four robbers, and passed through fighting gangs twice. Until dusk approached, they finally arrived at the northern border of Wei'aodi City without any danger.

The buildings and population at the border have become sparse, and many low houses have been abandoned. There are large holes in the wooden walls, exposing the beams. The ground is overgrown with weeds, but there are deep wheel marks in the mud, indicating that there have been people coming here for a while.

Modern cities no longer need walls. When they come here, they can see the scenery in the distance. Including the silhouette of the ancient castle in the distant town of Berdalabik.

"Finally, we are almost there." Looking at the silhouette, Julius' back straightened immediately.

If there is no trace of Edgar and Jinjie even in Berdalabik, they can return to Sasha City.

Wei Aodi is different from all the places he has been in before. The malice is subtle but omnipresent, immersing everyone in it. Even if he is a superhuman, a stray bullet flying in during a gang fight on the street may take his life. There is no way to prevent this situation. He just wants to end it all as soon as possible.

However, even if they could see the shadow of Berdalabik now, it did not mean that they could arrive immediately. Even if they could get horses, it would take them two or three hours to get there. The road was still dark. Who knew what might be waiting for them in the woods? It would be better to find a family nearby to stay overnight and set off the next day.

They walked to a house with a light on and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly, and a man in black appeared with an oil lamp. He leaned out his upper body and looked at them vigilantly.

"Stay overnight, pay, and leave tomorrow morning." Clayton briefly stated his needs.

The man in the room tilted his head to look at the empty surroundings and shone the light here and there, but everything here looked desolate: "Where are you going?"

Julius pointed his wand at the town in the distance: "To Berdalabik."

"What are you going there for? Visit relatives? Berdalabik has nothing, not suitable for gentlemen like you."

Clayton shook his head: "Are you kidding? It's a town after all, how can you say there's nothing? And we're not looking for anything else, two friends are missing there, and we want to find them. But it's almost night now, and it's not easy to get on the road."

"It has nothing to do with me, you go find another place to stay." The man in black closed the door without mercy, but Clayton held the door.

"I'm willing to pay a lot of money, just three times the price of the hotel."

The man didn't move, his eyes turned shrewdly, as if he was considering whether it was worthwhile to take them in, but for some reason, he didn't look very greedy.

"Do you agree?" Clayton asked.

"Agreed, wait a moment." The man closed the door again. They heard him running around inside to pack things, the sound of glassware breaking, and a huge sigh.

After a while, the door opened again, revealing the man's face, but he looked a little more embarrassed than before.

"Come in."

They walked in. The house was very low. Julius could touch the ceiling with his hand, not to mention Clayton. The strong smell of wine and pickled vegetables filled the house. In addition, there was a faint smell of decay that always lingered in their noses, as if as long as they opened their mouths, they would shake off dust from their heads.

The dining table occupied most of the space in the hall. There was a window on the wall opposite the door for lighting and ventilation. There were two rooms on the left, one was the master's room and the other could be used as a guest room, but they were both in a very dark atmosphere, separated by only a very narrow corridor, and you could see the end at a glance. On the right was the kitchen that exuded a greasy smell.

A wooden shelf near the window in the room was filled with various sealed glass cans, and the dark liquid inside looked very bad.

These cans were covered with dust, but the contents inside could still be seen. Some contained pickles, while others were soaked in animal entrails or some small animal specimens with strong liquor, which was the practice of amateur naturalists.

And one of the glass cans had fallen to the ground and shattered. This was what had just happened.

The glass fragments were scattered, and the strong liquor was still flowing on the ground, soaking the brown stains in the gaps between the floor and making it even more disgusting. In the center of the four-flowing liquid, a bird that had been dead for a long time curled up. The feathers that should have been golden and brilliant in life had lost their luster and were wrinkled and pressed together, making it look thin and pitiful.

The man put the oil lamp on the table, then went to the kitchen to get a rag that looked dirtier than the floor to tidy it up. Behind him, Clayton did not sit down at the round table, but stood, staring at the bird's body on the floor.

This turned out to be a specimen of a young crown bird. Clayton liked this bird very much, but it was hard to see them in the south.

Many farmers with guns would shoot this bird because of its beautiful feathers and fast flying speed, so shooting them became a kind of honor, which made the crown bird increasingly rare.

The blood of the naturalist in Clayton's body began to replace the blood of the werewolf.

"If you are willing to sell it, I can buy this crown bird for 20 shillings."

"What crown bird?" The man turned back in surprise. When he noticed that Clayton's eyes fell on the nearly damaged bird specimen on the ground, he responded: "So it's called a crown bird? I just think it's beautiful."

"So you accept the deal?" Clayton asked.

"Of course." The man said very straightforwardly.

"Then please bring another container and alcohol, I will pay for these things as well."

The man went to the kitchen again. Clayton squatted down and held the specimen of the crown bird in his hands. When he stood up, he saw the flower bed in the backyard through the window, which was already overgrown with weeds.

After a while, the man walked out of the kitchen. He took out an unknown variety of moonshine and a clay pot, but this was obviously not a good choice for placing the specimen.

Clayton frowned, but still used these things to process the specimens.

Julius looked ugly after checking the room - if Clayton wanted to monopolize the bed here, the remaining space would only be enough for him to sleep standing up, and he didn't like sharing a bed with others.

Fortunately, the food was pretty good and looked like it was bought in a store. Clayton got close to them and sniffed them before eating.

When they finished their meal, Julius immediately showed Clayton the room.

He pointed at the bed and actively made suggestions: "This bed is too small. It is very difficult for two people to lie on it. And if we lie sideways on it, our legs will exceed the edge of the bed, so I suggest getting two more chairs." Put it on the aisle to rest your feet."

Clayton raised his hand to interrupt him.

"There's no need to go to such trouble. Because..." The werewolf's ears turned, listening to the movement in the kitchen: "We will have two beds soon."