Werewolf hunting rules

What does the leader of a werewolf clan look like?

Regarding this question, Clayton had previously made conjectures in many different directions, but none of them matched the image currently displayed by Opylos.

Jewelry.

When Opylos appeared, the first thing Clayton noticed was not his face, but the rich aura of the strange object.

Headbands, earrings, necklaces, cloaks, buttons, rings, belts, swords, boots, and spurs. Each piece exudes a glimmer of light invisible to mortals, showing their extraordinary power.

The superposition of several strange objects makes Opylos look sparkling and in line with the fashion trend.

Before Opylos took the initiative to appear from the shadows, Clayton did not notice this dazzling figure. This may also be the effect of one of the strange objects.

And then, Clayton saw his face clearly.

Under the shining golden headband, half-long black hair hangs down to the shoulders, and then, the hairy sideburns wrap around the chin, the lips are shaved cleanly, and there is a young, small white pointed face, with a figure of Among the werewolves, he was not tall enough. The overall feeling made him look like a sable wrapped in a wig, more handsome than strong.

It is worth mentioning that Opylos’ eyes are red.

In the impression of outsiders, the members of the Conlione family have always been characterized by black hair and green eyes. Clayton narrowed his eyes.

Young, extravagant, and powerless, but facing such a werewolf, the werewolves present showed no intention to disobey.

Even if they do, they don't show it visibly.

The leadership status of the werewolf clan does not rely solely on strength to maintain. If a member wants to challenge the clan leader, he needs to do more than fight. Instead, he must first prove that his achievements and contributions to the clan are not much worse than the clan leader, so that Other compatriots are convinced that they have the ability to lead the clan, and then they can challenge the supreme leader.

He has not made any contribution to the clan, he just sharpens his claws every day and tries to rise to the top through a duel with the clan leader. This is not a candidate for clan leader, he is just a traitor.

So what contribution did Opylos make?

Clayton wanted to read something from his behavior, but Opylos did not immediately make any profound remarks.

"There are still some people who have not come back, but there is no need to wait for them. Now, let's pray for our ancestors." He said this, and then clasped his hands in front of his chest and stood motionless in the darkness in a praying posture.

The werewolves present clasped their hands together and prayed to Heavenly Father in this dark place.

Creighton was out of place.

He could pretend to be pious, but there was no need, for it was a perfectly suitable excuse to get out.

When the prayer was over, Opylos found him and looked at him from a distance with his bright red eyes: "New friend, Linde told me that you intend to join the clan."

Clayton stood up, looked around awkwardly, and then spoke in full view of everyone.

"That's what I thought originally, but now I'm a little hesitant."

After hearing his words, Linde next to him had anger on his face, and his daughter Lydia also looked at him with the look of a betrayer. If Opylos gave the order now, they would immediately pounce on Clayton and tear him to pieces.

The other werewolves also stood up, wanting to know what the consequences would be for fooling them.

But their leader was not angry, but calmly asked Clayton why he changed his mind.

"That's right, I'm an atheist." Clayton said. His remarks immediately caused a murmur of whispers, but he didn't pay attention and continued: "Mr. Linde has mentioned himself to me before. Faith, but I never thought that all werewolves here were believers.”

"I'm very sorry." He looked really regretful: "I respect your beliefs, but I can't say anything against my will. I just can't adapt to this way of life."

While apologizing, Creighton also thanked the Black Claw clan for their hospitality, praised their political achievements in Badalabik and their extraordinary bravery, and also expressed his envy and longing for the clan as a lone traveler. In the end, He repeated his regret that he could not adapt.

Clayton's experience in upper class society allowed him to resolve the hostile atmosphere in the ceremony hall with just a few words.

As he talked, the light in the room seemed to get brighter.

Before night came, Clayton had already learned from Lydia about the social philosophy followed by these clan werewolves. They were bloodthirsty, but also united, loyal, and full of honor. They were almost the same as him. To deal with them, he Just think about your own character weaknesses first.

And the reasons he gave are really reasonable.

As a dark descendant, there is almost no reason not to believe in the White Religion.

There are even many werewolves here who pretend to convert in order to show their loyalty, but they will not speak out their opinions like Clayton to avoid being expelled. Therefore, without Clayton's knowledge, this outspoken unbeliever gained some sympathy and envy,

The Linde father and his daughter put away their anger, and the other werewolves also looked at each other, but in the end they only looked at Opyros.

Regardless of anger or sympathy, they have no right to do anything here. The only person who can make the final judgment on Clayton is their leader Opylos.

"It doesn't matter." This was Opylos's decision.

Afterwards, he said kindly to Clayton: "Even if you change your mind, you are welcome to be our guest. Just remember to say hello to us first the next time you come to Viody, in case we get into any trouble." Necessary misunderstanding.”

"As for tonight, I still hope you can stay so that I can fulfill my duty as a host."

After saying that, he smiled and pressed his hands down, and all the werewolves sat down.

"Since there are guests here today, we won't talk about anything too serious, so as not to lose the elegance of having fun tonight."

Eupyros's opinion was unanimously approved.

The Linds also forgave Clayton half-heartedly and treated him as a distinguished guest again.

Although he looks young, Opylos is quite skillful in how he handles things, and the reception at this moment made Clayton feel as if he was in a high-society party with a red carpet on the ground and polite exchanges between the guests. Rather than a gloomy wolf lair.

However, this is not a real banquet after all, so there are no musicians or singers to perform. If you want to entertain, inhuman beings can only chat or fight here.

And the "seriousness" of werewolves is different from the "seriousness" of humans. They are not serious, just talking about those bloody "businesses".

It is both a job and a hobby.

Depending on their status and responsibilities, they expressed their opinions one by one and talked about things they thought were interesting but were actually bloody, and the atmosphere began to heat up.

What's interesting is that their language is mixed with low roars. These roars do not make the sound environment complicated and harsh, but instead make the overlapping sounds unknotted like a rope.

There were so many werewolves talking and laughing at the same time, and there were echoes in the hall, but it was not ambiguous at all for the listener to distinguish who was talking.

This is obviously the effect of the law.

Clayton just listened to what seemed to be the most popular werewolf.

"My last employer was a businessman. He was framed by his business partner and was imprisoned for thirty years. My first task was to rescue him. What do you think I would do?"

"Buy the police and get them to let him out?"

"How can I spend my own money? Hey, let me tell you, I committed a small crime and asked those policemen to put me in jail. Then, I ordered my employer to let him get injured a few days in advance, so everything The location of his wound was known to all, and I then killed several prisoners one night, and while killing them, I made the same wound on a man of similar size to my employer, and cut his head. Cut it off, and finally break the door lock, wake up all the prisoners and escape, pretending to be a riot."

"Ha, clever! In this way, the police will think that your employer is dead and will not investigate his whereabouts."

"I thought so at first, but who would have thought that the police didn't investigate the matter at all. They just washed away the blood in the cell and locked up a group of people. My work was really in vain!"

"That's unlucky. I'll give you a toast."

"I also."

After the sound of clinking glasses ended, the werewolf's story continued.

"But my misery has not ended yet. After rescuing my employer, I have to kill his enemy. Let me tell you in advance that this mission failed, but it cannot be blamed on me. His enemy is really rich. , there were more than two digits of gunmen patrolling the street outside the door. I managed to get around them and almost got lost in this person's house. "

"You really should order more."

"I think so too, but it's a pity that the price was already negotiated from the beginning. What is this called... the spirit of contract!"

"You entered the house, how did you fail after that? There was a group of wolf hunters ambushing the house?"

"I might as well let me deal with a group of wolf hunters. Guess what? That idiot has a fat brown bear in his house! Damn it, it stands half as tall as me, and its waistline is literally Ten times worse than me, if he was just blocking the door, how could I assassinate that person? It would be fine if I didn't scare the shit out of him!"

In the hall, bursts of laughter rang out. Clayton listened quietly, feeling the power of the combination of power and curse. When he gradually felt the patterns in the rhyme, he couldn't help but press his tongue against his teeth. Point, an urge to try to "speak" began to arise.

However, even though he was a guest, no one took the initiative to talk to him because Lind and Lydia were sitting nearby.

Clayton thought it was time for him to say something. He turned his head and looked at the taciturn Lind: "If what I just said offended you and made you feel betrayed, then I apologize to you."

"Um."

When Linde gave up on Creighton, his words became briefer.

"But I still want to marry your daughter."

"This is impossible!" Linde finally reacted, his voice rising: "I will not let my daughter marry someone with a different belief."

He was aggressive, but his daughter looked less pious than he did, and Lydia had a look of disappointment on her face, both because she was not as pious as her father, and because if Clayton didn't marry her, she would She has to marry a man she despises.

"Maybe I can marry far away." Lydia shook Lind's shoulders and whispered to him, "Just think of it as the clan's investment in him."

Linde was very angry: "What kind of investment is marrying a foreigner? When the clan is in urgent need of strength, can you respond to the clan leader's summons in time?!"

Lydia stopped talking. She looked at Clayton with a helpless look.

Clayton sighed half-truthfully and turned his head back.

Now that Lydia's father opposed their marriage, she had no reason to be angry with him. This way, she got rid of an emotional entanglement, and he, a man who was used to being a playboy, felt better.

But the attraction that came purely from the flesh and the curse still made him feel reluctant.

When his attention returned to the field, Clayton found that although the patriarch Opiros said that he wanted them to enjoy the pleasure of the gathering, he was not idle. Clayton saw him talking to the teeth one by one, and then disappeared into the shadows together, and then came back again after a while, very busy.

Some servants came in with a dining cart and placed plates of bloody raw meat in front of many werewolf members.

They were all cut from live cows. Because they died not long ago, they were still wriggling in their own blood. Just by looking at them, you can realize that their deliciousness is far from comparable to frozen meat.

Clayton swallowed his saliva, but suddenly, he seemed to see the bloody and hideous faces of Ginger and Edgar in the reflection of the white porcelain plate, and a chill suddenly surged up his spine. The warm and elegant feeling that the Black Claw clan had always given him disappeared instantly.

Have they also slaughtered and eaten humans in the castle?

Clayton couldn't help but think of this question, and before getting the answer, maybe he should find a chance to leave first.

If he becomes like these werewolves, his family will be unhappy.