Werewolf hunting rules

"Let me tell you, you are taking drugs and my family sells drugs. We should be in the same group!"

In order to win back his freedom and life, Julius used all his rhetoric and no regard for propriety, justice and shame.

His efforts had little effect, but the wizard of the Key Group then gave him a dose of highly concentrated plant hallucinogens, so he had to find another excuse to refuse, and he did not dare to mention it again. .

The irritation of these things is enough to burn out ten heads of ordinary people.

Even if you become a wizard, you will completely cut off the path to seek the truth.

Julius does cherish his life, but after all, he is different from the crazy wizard in the key group. If the price of saving his life is to become a drooling fool in the future, then he might as well drown himself now, or shoot him Blow your own brains out, that would at least be a little more dignified.

When the sun rose, the Key Group's boat stopped on the river next to the east side of the city. There were already people waiting for them here.

Three carriages and six strong riders with guns, without any markings on the surface to identify themselves.

Julius sat alone in the carriage under their arrangement. A very beautiful silver-haired woman he had never seen before was already inside. She was wearing a brown woolen robe, sitting dignifiedly opposite him, holding a magnifying glass to inspect Holding a document on his lap, he finally took the time to look up at him half a minute after he sat down.

"Mr. Julius," she said in a determined tone: "Maybe we should meet at an earlier time. It's really outrageous to do this now."

At this moment, Julius began to feel that the woman had a familiar temperament. Even if she was going to die, she should pursue something. He changed to a comfortable sitting position before talking to this woman.

"Sounds like you know me."

"You registered your name at the hotel. We tried to contact you before, but the effect was not satisfactory." The silver-haired woman said, she has a pair of clear purple eyes.

After looking at this pair of eyes, Julius now remembered, but was a little unsure: "A lonely man comes to you? But with all due respect, madam, you don't look as friendly as the card says."

The carriage suddenly started to move, and their bodies swayed back and forth. The woman's beautiful face and Julius's face almost touched each other for a moment.

This should have been an ambiguous moment, but the wizard's face lost control the moment he got closer to the other person.

He instinctively made a disgusted face.

This expression only appeared for a moment, and was quickly hidden, but it was already caught in the woman's eyes.

"That's just an excuse to invite you out, and it didn't come from me." She seemed to be surprised at first: "Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet - Morgan."

"Is this your husband's last name or your father's last name?"

Julius pretended to be interested.

"I'm not married yet."

"Okay, Miss Morgan, we haven't met before, have we?" Julius asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to meet you and provide you with a better job opportunity." The woman said: "You are a wizard, but you still have to do odd jobs for others. This is really humiliating. But we will not waste it like this. People of strength and wisdom will receive due respect and status in Veodi."

Julius ignored the other content and frowned: "Is it so obvious to me?"

Morgan was silent.

Julius grabbed a strand of his long green hair, looked at it, and then put it back.

In the past, those with a good fortune would grow their hair long to show their nobility, but now fewer and fewer people do so, and wizards who need to use hair to preserve magic power and do alchemical work have become more conspicuous.

"Just these hairs?"

"Mr. Julius, we also have wizards, normal wizards who can open the eyes of the sky. They can detect your extraordinary qualities."

"How many wizards are working for you?" Julius asked.

Morgan just smiled and didn't answer his question.

"Is this how you recruit wizards? Invite a few lunatics to kidnap me?"

"We originally wanted to be polite, but after you and your companions killed one of the candidates for the leadership of the [Korean Guards], our initial thoughts changed and we had to take some tough measures."

As expected, the killer had some background. Julius's heart sank, but he soon realized something.

Maybe he still has a chance.

The fact that the crazy wizards from the Key Group directly sailed to pick him up does not necessarily mean that the forces behind them must realize that Nightingale's identity is important, or that it is that important. After all, the mark of the Kingdom Intelligence Department is a secret existence that ordinary people will never see in their lifetime. Even a wizard like him who was born in Strath does not understand its shape.

Well, maybe they're just targeting themselves.

Wizards are also a rare resource. Perhaps only one out of 30,000 people is truly talented, and only half of every ten people with talent can be cultivated in time to prevent their talent from degenerating into mortals with age. Each wizard's talent is unique, and the effects he can exert cannot be compared to the inferior products of the key group that only know how to kill. A wizard not only represents an individual, but also serves as a representative of the school from which he comes.

In Dorne, wizards themselves represent the ticket to power disputes. This rule has been decided many years ago.

After all, this is Dorne, the land of sorcery.

If Julius' father was not Grogne, the chief priest of the Druid sect, he would be working in a university or a local court, selling himself to local dignitaries for ten to twenty years in return for Strass's earnest guidance.

But no matter what, he couldn't get away now.

He regretted not going with Clayton Bello, and now he was really stepping into the mud.

"I do remember that guy. He seemed to have some misunderstanding with us, and we had to kill him."

Morgan shook his head: "He is dead, not even the body is left, and your companion is now missing. We have no way to know the truth of this matter. If you want to reconcile, you need to show enough sincerity."

"And this enough sincerity is that I will do things for you."

Julius sighed and finished her words for her: "Let's be frank. I am a wizard from Strass. To put it bluntly, I am an expert in clinging to the powerful. Just tell me what you want from me. I will decide whether to cooperate with you based on the situation."

"It's just a killer who lost his life. He was not even killed by me. It's not worth my service for you for a lifetime. I can only do one thing for you, or you can kill me, or send me back to the college for ransom. I am not famous now, but I am still worth some money."

Outside the carriage, the sound of wheels rolling over the cinder road was clearly audible, and they seemed to have entered the city.

Morgan was silent for a moment. Julius's performance seemed to exceed her expectations.

And this silence was also beyond Julius' expectations.

"Shouldn't it be? Did you only consider the possibility of my agreement before the conversation?" The wizard asked in confusion.

"No, I just think that it is a pity that I can't reach a long-term cooperation with you." Morgan smiled politely. "But this is not something I can decide."

"Then don't waste my time!"

Julius was too lazy to talk to her anymore. He closed his eyes, opened his spiritual knowledge, and observed the world in the way of a wizard.

He noticed that Morgan's clothes used a special weaving method, and under the feeling of spiritual knowledge, they also showed complicated patterns. This is an obscure but fashionable upper-class product, but it doesn't mean anything.

After he closed his eyes, Morgan didn't speak again. She began to lower her head and read the document on her legs again.

Julius narrowed his eyes and his eyes quickly swept across the document.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, pretending to yawn to cover himself up while reciting the spell. As two short syllables were uttered, the picture filled with words suddenly froze in his eyes, covering the other pictures, and even if he closed his eyes again, the picture did not fade away.

This is the secret of the Soul Reaper School.

Each school represents a special root witchcraft. The difference between soul, consciousness and senses was not clearly defined in the past, so Julius's school was called the Soul Reaper School. In fact, they are not good at spells that manipulate souls and consciousness, and mastering senses is their forte.

Extending the reaction speed of the senses by thousands of times will deceive the subconscious of the brain, causing people's spirits to fall into a blank, and the body to fall into a deep sleep spontaneously - this is the Soul Reaper School's coma spell method.

And through the same principle, adjusting the sensitivity of the senses can make members of the Soul Reaper School have the ability to remember everything they see.

Julius has received training in reading ability, and the reversed text is not difficult for him.

In this frozen picture, he saw some strange reports

"Am I the first extraordinary person you have met today?"

Morgan heard Julius suddenly ask, she looked up and saw that he opened his eyes and sat up straight, which was probably a sign of improvement.

"The fourth one." She said honestly, her tone more polite than before.

"Do you want me if I can do some tricks?"

"My master respects talented people, and he is never stingy with money."

"Master? The [Guards] you just mentioned are the people who serve him?" Julius asked arrogantly, and Morgan became more and more polite as his attitude changed.

Julius was familiar with this situation. He was not good at dealing with lunatics and barbarians, but he had his own way to deal with civilized people.

"Lucky for you, I know you have what I want. So if you agree to trade with me, I can do one more thing for you, as a gift for this transaction."

"You still need to pass a review first." Morgan said hesitantly. "We have some questions about your companion."

"I'll tell you when we get there," Julius said.