Werewolf hunting rules

In the early hours of the morning, the party was not over yet. The guests forgot about time and drank happily here.

Some werewolf couples even transformed into pairs of wolf-like leaping dances in the open space in the center of the hall.

But Opylos continued his work. In order not to disturb Jule's interest, he invited the teeth one by one to talk in the dark. Now it was the last one's turn - Linde.

When Opylos and his close right and left hands walked into a corner on the side of the hall, the black cloak behind him squirmed and stretched, wrapping the bodies of the two of them like flowing flags, sheltering them in a place that was isolated from outside sounds and light. In the shadow world, and to the outside world, they seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Those who do not have the ability to see the Shadow Cloak cannot touch its owner, and if you still want to harm Opylos, you can only touch him from one angle - from the inside of the cloak.

Therefore, Opylos would only bring people he trusted into this place.

When the two of them were crowded in this small, quiet space, Opylos could finally mention the new guest.

"Lind, my beloved uncle, I have received information from you before, but it is not very detailed. Maybe you can repeat the origin of this guest now to avoid my memory leakage."

Lind reorganized his answer: "Edwards was a soldier before and is now a forensic investigator for an insurance company. He became a werewolf the year before last. But this part is his self-report. He came to Boda Rabick to find the last man who was raped. The wolf-blooded trialer."

"Do you think this could be a coincidence?" Opylos asked.

"I think so." Linde said, he had also thought about this problem: "They can't be in the same group, otherwise the two people would just go to him directly to start the trial. Maybe the roar needs to be learned, but passing the wolf blood It’s our instinct, even wild wolves can do it.”

"But he is so strong. Apart from you and other teeth, I believe no one can compare to him."

"But there is only one possibility for a newborn to grow up to this appearance in less than two years. He has had secret power before and knows how to use and improve it. This is not something that a person can get alone. At least an insurance company Small employees in the company can’t do it.”

"My daughter tested him. He lacks a lot of common sense and concepts. It doesn't look like he is pretending. Maybe some underground cults have contacted him." After thinking about it, Lind added: "Although Lidya has never read a book, But she’s pretty smart.”

Opylos was noncommittal about the last sentence: "Well, I believe her. It's just that our recent situation is not very good. The three damn families have put pressure on us again. I have tried to resolve it the past few times, but I I know they won’t give up and will definitely send people to test our situation, so I have to be cautious and hope you can forgive me for being suspicious.”

"Of course." Linde said respectfully.

Although the branch that Linde belongs to is the main clan of the Conglione family in the eyes of outsiders, since the werewolves of the red-eyed branch ascended to the throne of the clan leader through challenges, they are definitely qualified to obtain the highest power of the clan.

Eupyros received higher education at the university. He may not be strong enough, but his vision is long-term enough to be qualified for this position.

At least that's what Lind thinks.

Opylos thought for a moment and concluded to the guest: "Edwards may not be one of them, but there is definitely something wrong with him. You should feel the potential in him. He has carried out at least twenty dangerous hunts, maybe More than that, for the use of muskets and other projectile weapons to kill people is not sanctioned by our nature.”

"He was a soldier," Lind repeated.

"That's the problem. You know what our kingdom's army is. He accused us of our bloodthirsty nature and made a righteous gesture. And after knowing the clan's 'business', he sat between us and He didn’t show any nervousness or disgust, and he even looked very comfortable.”

After a moment of hesitation, Opylos concluded: "I am sure that he has serious mental problems."

"Maybe it's caused by the binding ritual. Those wizards are willing to do it for money." Linde said.

Although this kind of ritual can enhance the strength of dark descendants, it can also easily cause weak-willed people to be influenced by the thoughts of their past ancestors and cause mental disorders.

But Opylos rejected this possibility.

"No, this is not possible. The principle of the curse ritual is to trace the bloodline and absorb the power that our ancestors once possessed. However, this ritual is ineffective for newborns who were born under the influence of the dark moon in the past two years. They There are no 'ancestors' at all."

The patriarch showed a worried look: "I'm worried about another situation."

A month ago, there was a crazy veteran soldier in the north who was inspired by the dark moon and turned into a werewolf. Then, he raped his sisters and niece, then killed them and his wife, and boiled himself with their blood. His son ate it, and finally he set the house on fire and stood dancing at the door. If it hadn't been for the efforts of the local werewolf clan, this scandal would have been published in ordinary people's newspapers now.

And even though it wasn't published in books or newspapers, the story was spread by every mouth, and now it has spread to the south.

Although the werewolf was eventually tried publicly and hanged on the execution ground, his actions had an immeasurable negative impact on the entire werewolf community.

Many people think this is the effect of moon mania. They no longer believe in the credibility and rationality of werewolves. From an intuitive point of view, this will cause the clan to lose future customers.

This is obviously unfair. The werewolf was a madman among humans first, and then a madman among werewolves. But now all intelligent creatures will only blame the werewolf. This is clearly racial discrimination!

But the situation is irreversible. For other werewolves, they can only bear the consequences together.

"The war a few years ago caused many mentally ill people in the army. They were either extremely irritable or very quiet. Some people looked normal on the surface, but breaking a plate at their feet could induce them to kill people."

Opiros could only say this. "Don't let such people participate in the Wolf Blood Trial. They are likely to attract unnecessary attention, and we can no longer influence Wei Aodi."

Linde already understood his opinion: "I know, I will ask the lone walkers if they have military experience when I see them in the future."

"Also ask about their family medical history." Opiros added, "Some mental illnesses can be inherited through blood."

The Black Claw Clan makes their living mainly by murder, but they are also very cautious in choosing their business.

Since the clan's subordinate lord and his family left Weiodi, their political status has plummeted. They can no longer recklessly regard Weiodi as their hunting ground, lest they be caught by the tail and beaten by the growing local church. The damn three families have been looking for their handles, squeezing their space smaller and smaller.

And if their new members are mentally ill and make their "business" public during the operation, causing a public opinion storm, the Black Claw Clan can only abandon everything and start over in other places.

"By tomorrow morning, send Edwards away and don't let him stay any longer."

"Yes."

The conversation seemed to have come to an end. Lind made his promise and waited for Opiros to let him leave this space, but Opiros did not move. He still had something to say.

After hesitating for a while, Opiros continued to speak.

"Linde, I know a mechanical engineer named Alexander has been contacting you. Does he need anything?"

Without any hesitation, Linde immediately explained to him: "It's just secular business. So I didn't report it. He wants us to put the machine he invented on the boat and parade along the river once a day."

"I checked the machine. Its structure is somewhat similar to a prospecting machine. Maybe he wants to use it to find shipwrecks."

Opiros frowned and didn't look very serious: "Just that?"

"Yes." Linde said.

Opiros looked at his loyal face and sighed: "Alexander can't be considered a local celebrity, but he still has a place in the academic world. He is an alchemist with profound attainments. I heard that the Basbe family wanted to fund a study of his, but he refused. Maybe this study is related to what he wants you to do now."

The Basbe family is also one of the three major families in Viodi. It was the last to intervene in Viodi and is a local railway giant.

Lind was alert again: "I will pay attention to this matter. If his research is completed, I promise to let you know about it faster than others."

"That's it." Opiros said.

The shadows around them dissolved, and they were back in the castle.

After returning to their original position and resting for a while, Opiros went to the high platform of the ceremony hall at the invitation of some clan members to act as a notary for an entertainment duel.

While speaking, he began to observe the werewolf who called himself Edwards. Edwards also looked at him. He could vaguely see something unreasonable in those yellow eyes, some contradictory emotions, which made Opiros more certain of his thoughts.

Just as he was about to announce the start of the duel, a strange howl came from above the hall.

"Guwu————"

The powerful sound penetrated several floors and vibrated in the empty ceremony hall.

The howl was like a breeze by the stream in spring, then became a strong wind that rolled up fallen leaves in autumn, and finally became a strong wind in winter that made the black iron gate tremble.

Including the two guys who were about to duel, the werewolves looked up in surprise and looked at the empty ceiling.

Above that was the highest tower of the castle.

Opiros carefully distinguished the message in the howl. When the sound finally stopped, he changed his mind and walked straight to Clayton at the table.

"Maybe you would like to meet an important person in our clan."

Although it was an invitation, his tough attitude was obvious - this was a notice, whether Clayton wanted to go or not, the final result was only one.

And when all the werewolves surrounded him, what else could Clayton say?

"Excuse me, who wants to see me?"

"It's our Elder Maxim." Opiros said.