Werewolf hunting rules

There used to be many residents in Berdalabik, but now the population loss is very serious.

This place was once famous for its ever-bumper harvest of hops, which is a very valuable cash crop. Hop merchants signed a long-term agreement with the local lord. As long as the land here is used to grow more hops, countless money will flow into the lord's warehouse. In order to increase income, the ancient moat beside the castle was also dug by the local lord and the engineering team was asked to connect it with the natural river. Then the new ditch extending from the moat passed through the fields to facilitate farmers to irrigate water.

At that time, every Berdalabik person lived a prosperous life. Hops can be used to make wine and are also a natural fermentation agent. Its contribution to the food industry is like the contribution of whale oil to industry.

But as the industrial waste gas in the city covered the sky, the water source here began to be polluted and became turbid and smelly. With such water to irrigate the land, there was not enough sunlight, and the hop harvest here began to be affected.

As the saying goes, "hops are either a success or a failure." If this delicate plant is not well cared for, it is common for the entire plant to die.

For merchants who invest in hops, a good harvest is equivalent to getting a manor, but if it fails, it means losing a manor.

And the change in the environment has brought a devastating blow to them, so more and more people are losing their wealth.

Merchants began to leave, and young people left their hometowns to look for other hopes of making a fortune.

The lord certainly saw this change. He and his business partners spent a lot of money and invited many wizards, botanists, and even clergy to heal the land and water. Their methods were effective, but they could not last.

As long as the industrial construction of Wei Aodi did not stop, no matter what the lord did to remedy it, it would be useless.

The failure of hops investment for several consecutive years caused the merchants who had signed the agreement to go bankrupt and commit suicide, and also made the merchants who were still waiting and watching lose confidence in the land here. They retracted their gazes and looked at other places and other industries, and no longer wanted to stop for the once rich Berdalabik.

The economy of Bodalabik has never recovered since then, and the local lord has gradually reduced the number of times he appears in public. He and his other family members stay in the ancient castle passed down by their ancestors all day long. Only when something big happens will a family member be appointed to come forward.

This happened thirty years ago. The lord who planted hops has died, but local residents can always hear faint sighs coming from behind the thick stone walls when they go to the castle to get water. At night, a pair of glowing green eyes can often be seen in the windows at the highest point of the castle. They look at the land destroyed by industrial development and the dense forest of chimneys in Wei Aodi with hatred. People say that it is the ghost of the old lord. He is trapped in his castle by this resentment and can never ascend to heaven.

After discovering that hops cannot be grown, local farmers use those fields to grow wheat, but because the water source is polluted, the quality of the crops grown is the worst, and making bread cannot change the deep-rooted smell of sewage.

This is not the fault of the farmers or bakers, but the curse of the crazy idea that everything can be controlled by technology.

Julius sat at the round table in the lobby of the tavern, crossed his arms expressionlessly, and listened to the tall bartender in rustic clothes talking about this history behind the counter.

He was also a man of good words, but he had never heard of such a long speech, citing classics, and criticizing current affairs to explain why his bread was so bad, and he even admired it.

He just woke up and had to eat these things that tasted like sawdust. He couldn't forgive him anyway.

In the past, he would use witchcraft to punish the black-hearted merchants who sold this "garbage", but he couldn't make trouble now.

Julius scratched his right arm through his clothes with his nails. Although the birdcage symbol was just quietly on his skin, he felt a psychological itch - it shouldn't be there.

Clayton, who was sitting far away, waved to the bartender at this time, and his voice cut through the noise of the surrounding drinkers:

"Brother, who should you go to if you want to rent a boat here?"

The bartender stopped his speech and looked at the tall foreigner: "Rent a boat? How much cargo did you bring?"

"Just me and some carry-on luggage. If you count my weight, it's the weight of three people."

"Then it would be more convenient for you to take a carriage to Weiodi and take the train."

Clayton sighed: "The public security in Weiodi is too chaotic, and the crowd is full of thieves. I just got out of there, and now I really don't want to go back."

Seeing that such a tall and strong man like him could actually say such weak words, the people around laughed, but there was not much real ridicule in it. As the nearest city, Weiodi absorbed many young people from Berdalabik to work, and they were its biggest victims.

The chaos of this city is already well known, and they just feel that there are finally foreigners to accompany them to suffer together.

Clayton was not bothered by the laughter: "Besides the boat, I want to ask one more thing, have you ever seen two people like this?"

He described the appearance of Ginger and Edgar, but did not say that they were his helpers. Instead, he described them as witnesses of an accident, and he was a forensic investigator for an insurance company. Because the accident involved the service objects of his insurance company, and the other witnesses of the accident were dead, he hoped to get a complete eyewitness record from them.

"I hope they are still alive." Clayton concluded with this sentence.

The voices in the pub suddenly quieted down. Everyone looked at Clayton, and some glanced at the bartender, but finally returned to Clayton.

Clayton showed an uneasy expression at the right time, but his heart was calm.

The people here must know something.

The bartender was calm about the situation. He nodded thoughtfully: "Have you asked the hotel staff?"

"I have asked. The hotel staff have not seen these two people. Maybe they are staying at someone they know." Clayton said, "I only know from their colleagues that they are coming to Berdalabik. I don't know anything else."

"Maybe they made a mistake. Maybe these two people went somewhere else. Anyway, I haven't seen them."

"Maybe, I'm planning to leave. This fucking company only reimburses four days of travel expenses for business trips."

Clayton's answer seemed satisfactory. Others began to talk in a low voice again, and in a few seconds, the noise when he came in was restored.

The tall bartender pointed to the east: "If you want to rent a boat, just keep going there. Old Lind is at the dock. He has five speedboats. They are not old boats that need oars. They are all driven by motors. As long as there is enough whale oil, he can take you to Tallinn in ten days. The only food on the boat is canned whale meat. If the road is far, you may not be able to bear it. Maybe you want to prepare something else yourself."

Whatever the bartender concealed, these reminders were in place. Clayton thanked the bartender and left the tavern after clearing the food on the table.

Julius waited for another ten minutes in his seat, and then followed the bartender's previous instructions.

Bodalabik is more lively than Revo, but the price is that there is so much livestock feces on the ground that it is difficult to walk. Julius didn't pay attention to the ground when he was in a hurry to go to the hotel before, and walked briskly. Now he is full of energy, but he is cautious with every step, and his walking speed is much slower.

But although his walking speed is slow, he still caught up with Clayton.

The werewolf employer did not wait at the dock, but sat on a public bench by the roadside, his yellow eyes concentrating on watching several children playing in front of the house opposite.

Julius hesitated, not knowing whether he should go up and join him now. After thinking about it, he decided to wait at a distance.

The nursery rhymes that the children sang while playing came at this moment. The wizard carefully distinguished and felt that the lyrics were really a bit strange, but he also understood a little why Clayton stopped here.

"There was a knight who loved his dog so much that he forgot to go home because he was so busy hunting."

"The knight didn't remember to marry a bride until his beard grew longer than his chest."

"The couple was so loving and everyone praised their good looks."

"Suddenly, a horn sounded, and the knight's hounds went to another place."

"The blood and corpses blocked his legs, and the sharp swords and canine teeth competed for the edge."

"It was so fun to drive the dog to hunt, and the knight forgot his beloved wife."

"If you are hungry, you don't need to go back to the camp, just fill your stomach on the spot."

"When the enemies were lying all over the ground, the knight finally returned home."

"The wife looked with the baby and saw her husband rushing over."

"With family and hounds by his side, no one can compare to his happiness ”

“He took the baby but lost it, and the child fell beside the hound.”

“The big dog mistook it for food, and drank blood and ate meat in a hurry.”

“The crazy woman screamed loudly, and the sword pierced her heart.”

“The knight thought again after seeing the blood, and decided to fill his hungry stomach.”

“He bit the bones so hard that he never returned home from hunting.”

After listening to it several times, Julius finally couldn't help it. He pretended to pass by, and when he walked behind Clayton's chair, he hit the back of the chair with his suitcase, making a bang, and then walked straight forward. When he reached a place where no one was, Clayton followed him.

“What did you come up with after listening to such a weird song?” Julius asked.

“I was just thinking.” Clayton spoke far away from him to avoid mixing their smells again.

Although this nursery rhyme is full of evil, it can also represent part of history and people's views on certain behaviors in the past.

When he heard it, he realized that this might be a ballad written for the local werewolf nobles, and then Clayton began to hope that someone would compose such a ballad for his family in the future, whether it was good or bad.

This idea was very sudden, but Clayton felt that this feeling of participating in history was very good.

"This ballad was probably dedicated by the locals to their Conrionai." Julius said, "I don't know how long this song has been around. Maybe the hound knight in the lyrics is still alive. Are you thinking about meeting it?"

Clayton shook his head. He just wanted to do one last investigation and then return to Sasha City.

Although there are werewolves here, since he has joined the Elders' Council, there is no need to meet them specifically. Although the werewolf clan is united, it is also exclusive.