Werewolf hunting rules

Crichton, on the other hand, did have some scruples about Conleone after hearing the ballad.

As Julius said, werewolves can live for a long time. If this hound knight who can even kill and devour his wife and children survives to this day, then he believes that the outcome of the exchange will not be good.

The moral standards of civilized societies will advance with the times, but creatures that live longer may not be able to keep up with this "evolution."

"I just asked those children. They have actually seen Ginger and Edgar. Many of them have seen it." Clayton said without seeing the change in his expression: "They said that these two people followed the lord's butler. He left the castle and never came out again."

Julius raised his gaze and looked at the tall and thin war building. It was in disrepair and looked like a scarred giant, but at the same time it also retained the last bit of danger and cruelty.

"Then they should be dead."

Inadvertently, the original purpose of their trip had been achieved, and Julius was not surprised by this result.

It was the werewolf's lair after all.

The question now is how Clayton should decide - should he rush into the castle and question the werewolves about the death of the missing people, or should he leave?

However, on this issue that he thought he needed to hesitate on, Clayton did not hesitate.

"Let's go back."

This is not a question that requires hesitation. Ginger and Edgar are dead, but Julius is still alive.

Even if he was dissatisfied with the actions of the Conlione family, Creighton had other means to retaliate against them without rushing into the castle and fighting them hand-to-hand.

Even if he really wanted to.

While Clayton was talking to Julius, a dark shadow flashed behind the fence of the house across the street, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the thing. It was a black dog, or maybe a black wolf.

But whether they are wolves or dogs, they are basically the same thing, and werewolves can manipulate them as they please.

In Boda Labick, these family pets may also be spies of the Conglione family.

Thinking of this, Clayton turned to tell Julius to continue to keep distance from him, but this time their order was reversed, and they turned into green hair to follow him, and the distance was further apart, and this was different from His previous plans were different.

According to reason, he should not have communicated with Conlione, but Clayton is not a completely rational person.

Although he had decided to return directly to Sasha City, his heart was already attracted to this clan he had never met before. This was the first werewolf clan he knew. Even if he knew there might be danger, he couldn't help but want to get in touch with them. , not to seek refuge with them, but to understand how these similar people survive in the current society.

Therefore, he made a contradictory move—on the one hand, he was prepared to risk contact with them, but on the other hand, he made plans to leave immediately.

Clayton knew that this time his rationality might be defeated by sensibility, so this time he walked in front. When he couldn't restrain his curiosity and wanted to contact them, he would bear all the consequences alone, while Julius Afterwards, return to Sasha City alone, leaving him alone.

But will Conlione be his enemy?

Clayton didn't know.

In January, last year's snow had melted away, and the dampness and coldness in the air made the werewolf very uncomfortable.

The moisture blocked his pores, reducing his ability to feel the wind. In the past, as a human, he wouldn't have cared too much about this, but as his five senses became more sensitive, this discomfort was magnified.

As if observing the world through a thick layer of cloth, Clayton was more cautious than usual,

There was no danger on the way. After passing through the unplanned winding road, he successfully arrived at the boat rental market. The boat rental market in Boda Labick once occupied a considerable position in the town, but as the number of people decreased, , the level of water pollution has increased, and some charter companies and fishing companies have also closed down. The abandoned storefronts they left behind are blocked by rusty iron sheets and barbed wire fences. Many roads are also blocked. The huge dock area presents an irregular style. , like a maze.

However, the dock area of ​​Sasha City also has a similar style, and Clayton is no stranger to this.

While passing through this area, he saw through the gaps in the barbed wire fence that there were a few people standing or sitting on the extended wooden boardwalk on the shore near the water, all fishing, with fishing lines hanging into the dark water. Nothing can be seen clearly.

The stench of the water was overwhelming here, and even the perfume Clayton put on the bottom of his nose didn't seem to react.

He stretched out one hand to cover his mouth and nose, and hurried forward with a suitcase in one hand. His eyes swept between the closed shops, hoping to find a living person working to guide him. , but most of the buildings here seem to be "dead", there is no sound, and the windows are covered with thick dust.

Several black figures were running silently in the shadows of the building. They might be wild cats or mice. Without restrictions, no one knew how fat a mouse could grow.

Clayton didn't think about their identities anymore. He walked forward along the unblocked path until he reached the pier where the wooden boards on the ground had rotted. He saw what seemed to be the place where the charter company was located.

The first thing he saw was the boat.

There are several motor speedboats lined up on the edge of the pier. The paint on the surface of the hull has faded, and the hull is undulating slightly rhythmically with the swaying of the water.

Although they are not old ones, they are definitely not new ones as the bartender calls them. They are at least three years old. Judging from the cleanliness of the cabin, their owners have taken good care of them.

Clayton stood on the side of the boat, turned around and looked at the buildings on the side.

There were still three stores open on that street. At this moment, three young men were rolling whale oil cans towards him with a rumble. When they saw Clayton, they were all startled and stopped what they were doing. .

"Who are you looking for?" one of them asked.

It was not easy to get around those winding alleys. They didn't believe that the people in front of them came here to see the scenery by the Blackwater River.

Clayton looked at the faded signboard behind them and raised his chin calmly: "I'm here to rent a boat. Is Old Lind here?"

Before these young people could answer, a man as tall as Clayton walked out from behind them.

"I am here."

Clayton pulled down his sunglasses and looked over the black lenses at the speaker. The man also had black hair, and his eyes were very similar to his. The green sclera expanded to almost cover all the whites of the eyes, and the pupils shrank to a point.

He thought of the seller.

What worried Clayton most happened.

But when things came to an end, Clayton found that he was no longer in the mood to escape.

The many doubts he had since becoming a werewolf forced him to completely turn to the direction of "adventure and contact with his own kind".

The bartender in the tavern seems to like to exaggerate. The new boats here are not new, and old Lind does not look old either. He is about forty years old, and his body shape is about the same as Clayton.

However, considering that werewolves have a long prime period and their appearance is not the same as that of humans, it is uncertain whether Old Linde is seventy or eighty years old at this moment.

Old Lind did not ask questions, but stood not far away from Clayton and stared at Clayton's eyes wearing sunglasses. Seeing this situation, the young people seemed to know something, and they left the whale oil without saying a word. The tank kept retreating until it disappeared behind the building, leaving the street to the two werewolves.

It seems that the existence of werewolves is no longer a secret in Boda Rabick.

Lind was watching Clayton, so Clayton simply took off his sunglasses, turned up his lips and exposed his fangs, showing his true identity to the other party.

"I feel the same kind of breath on your body."

"That's true."

Clayton observed Lind. This was not the first time he had seen other werewolves. He had once rescued a newborn werewolf named Henstone, but he did not feel anything different from ordinary people in him. But Linde is different.

Maybe it's because his current strength has increased, allowing him to sense more things, or maybe it's because Lind himself is different from Clayton and Hunstone.

When he saw Lind, Clayton felt a sense of "order."

He knew what it was, but felt it for the first time.

"Laws and Orders" are the basis on which werewolves connected by blood can establish a clan. Naturally, lone werewolves do not have such a thing.

This is the difference between a werewolf attached to a clan and a wanderer like him.

"Are you really here to rent a boat? A stranger of the same kind." Lind looked at Clayton with a strange look. He was holding a suitcase and wearing a thick coat, sitting on the creaking rotten wooden boards. Standing steadily, he still smelled of strong perfume. This kind of scent decoration was very unusual for a werewolf.

"My daughter Lydia said that there is a sneaky guy looking for someone. It should be you, right?"

Lind's words reminded Clayton of the black shadow he saw before.

Near Wei Audi, shapeshifters who are powerful enough can also show their alien bodies during the day, and some werewolves are better at changing into wolf forms.

He recalled the details of the outline and replied: "The search for the person is over, so it's time for me to go back. In addition, I haven't heard the name Lydia, but this lady's grammar may not be very good, I don’t do things secretly, and this adjective shouldn’t be applied to me.”

"I agree with you. She is indeed not very good at grammar." Werewolf Lind was still staring at his face: "But since you came to Boda Labick, how could you not visit us first? Is it because of the power of the Black Claw clan? Already so miserable? Have you become a degenerate unworthy of the respect of your fellow tribesmen?”

Clayton shook his head: "I only know that there is a Conlione family here, and I have never heard of the Black Claw clan."

"Are you a newborn?" Lind looked at Clayton strangely, looking at the burly body that could not have been tempered by long-term battles, and the remarks that lacked common sense. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his face A little more smile.

"Conrione is Black Claw, our secular surname."

"Why use two names?" There was no hint of hypocrisy on Clayton's face. As for what he was thinking in his heart, only he knew.

"We can't act openly as werewolves. Just like you, we all have secular identities and jobs. This can explain our source of income to outsiders and prevent nosy reporters from following us to find out."

"I don't understand you."

Linde smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now. You are a wild wolf, right? How did it feel when you lost control for the first time? Are you lucky enough to transform in the wild, or do you live alone in an apartment?"

"A single apartment," Clayton said.