Werewolf hunting rules

When he walked downstairs, Clayton heard the sound of a speedboat breaking through the waves, and his heart finally settled down.

With Julius gone, there were fewer clues that could expose him, and he could concentrate on getting what he wanted from the Black Claw Clan.

But before that, he had to find a way to deal with Lydia, a woman.

"You smell good, why do you use those mortal perfumes to cover yourself? I almost missed you before." Lind's daughter leaned close to him, almost greedily sniffing his scent, and at the same time spreading her unique scent, inducing Clayton's animal instinct as a werewolf.

Lydia is really a beautiful existence, her strong body and smart demeanor show extraordinary wildness and vitality, even wearing a long skirt can't cover up this charm. Although her face is not the most beautiful face Clayton has ever seen, when this face is combined with the smell she exudes, it becomes a deadly magic potion.

Even if he has been on guard for a long time, instinct is irresistible.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket and sprayed it on his nose several times, disturbing his sense of smell, and then he got rid of the burning desire.

Lydia got rid of it with him, but this was obviously not what she wanted. She looked at Clayton disappointedly.

"Because this fragrance is cold and peaceful, it can help me concentrate on thinking."

Clayton forced a smile and said, "Just like now, there is a beautiful lady like you next to me. If there is no bottle of perfume to help me, then I have no time to do anything except admiring your charm."

He complimented half-truthfully, and Lydia quickly forgot the unhappiness just now and sank into his sweet words.

If it was the development of finding a lover in the past, Clayton would have slept with her in a while, but now he was reluctant to do so.

The bodies of Edgar and Ginger were disposed of by these black claw werewolves-maybe they were eaten, who knows if Lydia got a bite of meat.

Clayton admitted that he had done something similar. When he re-examined himself, he found that he had been cursed and slowly assimilated without realizing it, and had decayed to a point that his past self could not bear. Now when he thought of those things, he no longer felt disgusted. All dead animals had the same status in his heart, and there was nothing he couldn't eat.

But Edgar and Ginger were people he knew after all, and he could never accept that their bodies were eaten by his own kind.

It felt like he was eating them himself.

The two werewolves walked side by side on the river bank, they seemed intimate, but their inner thoughts were completely different.

"You are really good at talking, Mr. Edwards, maybe you have said this to many girls, so you are so skilled." When Lydia smiled, the wild feeling on her face faded, and she looked no different from the girls in the city.

Clayton's smile was also refreshing. When people looked through his thick king-style beard, even if it was thinned, they could find a young man in his twenties who was in love - he was pretending.

"No, I was worried that you were tired of such poor compliments. There must be many men who have said these things to you, and I am just a latecomer."

"That will surprise you. Not many people will say such things to me."

"No way, are there no men in the clan?!"

"Mr. Edwards, you are really good at making jokes." Lydia chuckled and then leaned over. She was actually very tall, about six feet tall. Even the workers in her father's boat rental shop were not as tall as her. She looked like a petite woman when she was with Clayton.

"The men in the clan are either my brothers or have engagements. They can't say these things to me."

"It sounds like you don't care about free love."

"Yes, the engagements of all members are arranged by the clan leader. It's a pity, but this is also for the development of the clan." Lydia said as usual: "My brothers will marry young women from the families of new members, or daughters from other clans. And my sisters will marry new members and sons from other clans."

The law cannot control everything. If you want loyalty, you need some more practical connections.

Marriage is the most effective method in history.

Hearing this, Clayton's fake smile faded. He vaguely sensed something wrong: "What if the new member and the women in his family are married?"

"Then divorce."

Lydia said happily: "Either he will marry a woman arranged by the clan, or his female relatives will marry an unmarried member of the clan. We only need one."

"By the way, I have to remind you that it's my turn to choose the groom this year."

Clayton finally knew why she was so close to him. It turned out that it was not just because of the season.

"It sounds like I have no choice."

"I also hope you don't make other choices." Lydia said.

Her father is Lind's right-hand man and the "tooth" of the clan. As his daughter, she can also enjoy some privileges. Last year, she was supposed to marry the new member, Lavin, but she looked down on the man who had no sense of honor, so she begged Opiros to postpone the engagement for half a year before making a decision.

This was the wisest decision she had ever made, and good luck really fell on her head.

She looked sideways at Clayton, imagining that their future would be smooth, ignoring that Clayton did not answer the question.

Unknowingly, they had reached the end of this section of the road, and they stood side by side on the wooden boardwalk of the pier looking at the other side of the river.

After the dark river water, there are still plants growing tenaciously on the river bank. They are yellow in color and distributed in clumps. Their slender leaves spread out in all directions, reminding people of spiders in the straw pile.

Having grown up here, Lydia did not dislike the smell of the river. She calmly pointed to the brown shoal with ugly plants and brought Clayton back to his thoughts: "Elder Maxim told us that in Weiaud Before it became a steel city, there was a beautiful forest. Our ancestors would put the captured prey in it, and let the children go in to practice hunting until the big lord called, and they would follow the lord's instructions. The enemy was torn to pieces."

"That period of history was as beautiful as a fairy tale. We didn't have to worry about the law and could stretch our nature on the battlefield. Until later, the times began to change. The kings ended the civil war and restarted the Age of Discovery. The ocean became the new stage. , but that is not suitable for werewolves to fight. As the situation changes, the great lord we are loyal to has also begun to decline. Today, everything is different. "

Clayton had studied that period of history and felt emotional at this moment.

After the infamous "bloody half century", the countries were tired, many nobles attached to the royal family declined or even were eliminated, while the civil class took advantage of the situation and rose up. Without the strongest army, the development of local military force and the unique nature of the market economy relying on the sea made the kings make more and more compromises with the common people. In order to maintain stability, the "United Magna Carta" was issued to protect the local nobles and The freedom and property of the common people, and then the bureaucracy began to sprout, forming the prototype of contemporary government.

Behind the great Magna Carta lies the desolation of many aristocratic surnames and the demise of the families of many founding heroes. However, this is almost a natural law, and except for the parties involved, others have nothing to complain about.

Old people are leaving, new people are emerging, and there are not a few people who are struggling to keep up with the tide of the times.

"This elder must be hundreds of years old," Clayton said.

Lydia nodded: "He is the oldest one in our clan. I heard that he is over two hundred and thirty years old. This is simply a miracle."

"I thought he would be older. I heard werewolves can live three hundred years."

"Maybe, but not many werewolves can live so long." Lydia said: "When most werewolves realize that they are aging, they will start looking for opportunities to die in battle, or try to absorb more curses to extend their lifespan. "

For a species that is instinctively bloodthirsty and warlike, feeling its power weaken is the greatest torture.

Clayton feels the same way about this.

Even if he is not aging, he is already dissatisfied with this weak body during the day. If even his real body begins to grow old and weak, he will definitely be very depressed.

After seeing enough of the scenery across the river, Lydia turned around and looked beyond the desolate canopy of dead trees to face the sharp and rugged shadow of the castle.

Even though it was hundreds of meters away, it still looked quite big.

The windows on the stone tower are like the dark holes in a horse's teeth or the cavities in a tree trunk, giving people the feeling of accumulation over time.

"That castle didn't use many craftsmen. Except for the raw materials, most of the projects were built by my ancestors and passed down from generation to generation. It was not completed until a few years ago. The top few rooms in the castle tower belong to the elders and chiefs , they sometimes look around, maybe they are observing us now.”

Clayton squinted at the windows, but they were so far apart that he couldn't see if there was anyone behind the windows on the tower.

"It's like a local legend," he commented.

"Many legends are based on true stories."

"Hound Knight too?"

"Yes, but the facts are somewhat different from what those mortals saw." Lydia said. "That knight is the ancestor of the Conglione family. We recorded that period of history. The animal next to him was actually a black female wolf."

"The knight's real wife is either the human woman or this she-wolf. That so-called wife is actually the marriage contract designated for him by the great lord."

"The human family is no different from the werewolf family. In order to gain complete loyalty, the great lord asked my ancestor to marry the family of another knight who was loyal to him, and his original wife could only follow him in the form of a wolf. Function, waiting for the third party to make a fatal mistake, until the long war is over and she becomes pregnant with another man's child."

"In the form of a wolf?" Clayton didn't care to be surprised by this complicated relationship. He tilted his head slightly and interrupted Lydia rudely: "So his real wife is also a werewolf? But how could she be in this situation? Transform during the day?”

Lidya looked at his expression of seeking knowledge and couldn't help but smile again: "You are really a wild wolf."

"There are also differences between werewolves and werewolves. The way the curse works on us is different. Maybe you have heard of legends about certain beasts that can transform into beautiful men and women at night. There are even some werewolves who can only appear as human wolves during the day. The form can only be switched at night. People like these cannot survive in human society, which is very inconvenient."

Her explanation brought back a long-standing image in Clayton's mind, and he looked a little solemn.

"What's wrong?" Lydia asked.

Clayton shook his head. He suddenly remembered that one of his ancestors who dismantled the railway tracks had never shown his human body. He didn't even know whether it was a man or a woman, but it later went to the city with this half-human, half-wolf honor.

How did it find a mate?

"I just thought, our ancestors had a hard time!"