Werewolf hunting rules

In autumn and winter, there are always birds drunk under the rowan trees in the countryside, and anyone who wants to taste them can pick up a few without any effort.

The rotten berries are brewed into natural wine to paralyze the greedy visitors and make them at the mercy of others.

The important raw material of holy water is elderberry, which matures in autumn and winter, and now it is January. Ignoring that the raw materials of the potion have fermented, Clayton Bellow forced himself to drink a bathtub full of "sweet wine" in order to get rid of weakness. At this moment, he is no different from the greedy birds.

He has a good alcohol tolerance, but he drank too much and finally passed out.

Fortunately, this place is remote and nothing happened all night. Clayton, who had just woken up, was still lying on the ground because of a hangover, squinting at the sunlight coming through the cracks in the wall. Suddenly, he sat up with a start and realized that he had to face a new problem.

His ticket expired.

He bought the first train, which started at 7 o'clock, and the sunlight now was already past 9 o'clock.

The daytime in Viodi is two hours later than other places.

If he could wake up earlier, he would be on the train now.

Clayton rubbed his forehead painfully, and the black hair lying on his forehead became messy, making him look more like a tramp.

He didn't know how many times he had delayed his own affairs.

He admitted that he was guilty and his sins were serious, but if God or a god wanted to punish him for this, he should be shot dead instead of making him make the wrong choice for every important choice.

Compared with the days when he just turned into a werewolf, he was less and less able to make decisive judgments now. He always dragged himself down because of greed and instinct, and even abandoned his dignity as a human being. When he thought of himself greedily licking the remaining potion in the bathtub in order to absorb essence when he was half drunk, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Now he is more like a beast than before.

The curse has completely changed him, but he doesn't want to leave it.

He is simply disgusting.

Clayton Bellow put on his clothes while reflecting on himself, and staggered around the house.

He thought that since he was already late, he might as well be later. The holy water in the bathtub was not all, because the vitality it contained did not make him fully recover. He was at most half recovered. There must be the rest here, perhaps the undiluted concentrate, and he also wanted to find it.

If he was to recover slowly, it might take two months to recover his original style, because in addition to healing, he needed extra vitality to sacrifice to the moon.

Several mixed insects lay on the ground dying, but Clayton didn't care at all. They died the moment the transformation was completed.

He found a pot of holy water on the table in another room of the safe house as he wished, and there were some bottles and jars on the shelf next to the wall, like the reserves of alchemists. The werewolf opened the lid and smelled it, realizing that these potions were all different odorants. Brandon used them to give orders to the irrational mixed insects, but he didn't understand how to use them, so he couldn't use them even if he got them.

There was a locked cabinet next to him. Clayton didn't spend time looking for the key. He smashed the cabinet directly. Inside was Brandon's diary.

Someone actually wrote "Diary" on the cover of the diary, which surprised even Clayton.

There might be valuable things recorded in it, such as the complete formula of Holy Water, but he didn't want to study it now. He just put the diary away and re-did Brandon's disguise to go out.

With Brandon's advanced pass, he walked directly through some blocked streets and walked quickly to the train station. On the way, he found an opportunity to remove the disguise and walked calmly on the street with his original identity.

Clayton didn't relax a little until the glass and steel dome of the train station was in front of him.

He bought a ticket for an hour, and then sat on a bench in the station waiting for the departure. It was at this time that he had time to check Brandon's diary, which explained some things he didn't know before.

The so-called guards are measures used by the rich people of Wei'aodi to deal with extraordinary robbers. There are more than 200 members, and each of them has extraordinary skills.

Because all three families have members holding important positions in the city government, this armed organization called [Guards] can almost be regarded as official law enforcement personnel. It is only because the House of Commons and the House of Lords passed a bill to abolish the sheriff system last year that they have now turned into private armed forces, but their role is still to protect the rich people's huge industries in Wei Aodi from being attacked by those wandering extraordinary people.

Ordinary people can of course commit crimes, but extraordinary people are different. They have superhuman powers and think they are more superior, so they don't mind killing when committing crimes, and they will never treat themselves badly when spending, so they spend money faster and commit crimes more frequently.

Just like the rogue knights in the past, they are only inspired by blood and wealth, and have almost no conscience, let alone thinking of stopping.

In the past, the obligation to deal with these vagrants was borne by the nobles, and the "hunting" in the court language also included the meaning of clearing out thieves and rogue knights, but the current system has made the nobles decline, and the same thing is shared by the church and the citizen class, and local secret societies will also contribute in secret.

In the city, even if ordinary soldiers have muskets, it is still very difficult to deal with extraordinary people.

So the rich people in Wei Aodi jointly funded and hired another group of extraordinary people to do this, and the three major families were their leaders.

However, the hired supernaturals themselves are not united. In addition to their positions, these people will also be divided into camps according to their origins and inheritance. Some supernaturals need to fulfill their obligations to their leaders and the associations they belong to while gaining power to deal with the enemies of the associations. Now, they and their enemies happen to be hired by the same employer, but the hatred between them cannot be stopped, so what happened last night happened.

Clayton was not surprised by this. The more powerful the person, the more difficult it is to accept constraints. This is natural.

These foreign supernaturals did not rob their employers in turn, which can be regarded as having conscience.

Of course, being able to dominate in Wei Aodi, the three major families do not rely on the conscience of others to survive. Brandon's diary mentioned in detail their countermeasures for this arrangement.

The Hutton family found some senior officers to manage things, the Basbe family hired the Key Group, a crazy wizard mercenary who is absolutely loyal to money, to be the supervisor of the guards, and the Orlanst family has joined a local secret society called [Winged Serpent], which has a certain deterrent effect on the guards.

In addition to the normal defense mission, the guards also received an order from the Hutton family, they need to monitor the members of the Conlionai family entering the city.

The Hutton family is obviously not very friendly to the Black Claw Clan, and other families are not very friendly either.

Clayton knows that the defense work undertaken by the [Guards] was once the responsibility of the Black Claw Clan under the Grand Duke of Viodi. Now that the Duke's heir is missing, they kicked it out, which undoubtedly caused the Black Claw Clan to lose most of its income, so now it has switched to being a killer.

It's just that how these ordinary people forced the Conlionai family to give in, Clayton is a little confused, and the diary does not mention this.

In addition, Brandon's diary mentioned another thing.

In addition to semi-publicly recruiting extraordinary people to form the guards, the three major families also sent invitations to some powerful extraordinary people with higher status in the "real world" to invite them to meet in Viodi.

Among them were Elder Gregory of the Druids, an Eagle God priest from Mesri whose name he could not pronounce but whose image was very famous, the bear shaman Gasherov from Vikia, the ascetic Marug, the master of scimitars from the Eastern Steppes, and the prophetess Abigail from the House of Truth. The Holy Grail Cult, which was famous for its blood secrets and alchemy, also sent envoys to the meeting.

In addition to these people, there were many more mystic experts who were not in the south who received invitations.

Without exception, they were not good people, and it was difficult to tell whether they were good or evil.

And it was said that a few months ago, someone saw the Doomsday Seekers also came to Wei'aodi and haunted the mansion of the Basbe family.

Seeing this record, Clayton was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and put away the diary with a serious face.

This news is probably true. He had dealt with the Doomsday Seekers at the end of last year. Coke was the contact person of their team. The large force attacked Sasha City when he was in Revo, but was ended by the Council of Elders and the army. This is not a coincidence.

That group of lunatics should have passed through Wei Aodi and then went crazy in Sasha City.

Most people tried to create a massacre, and the contact person Coke was responsible for seizing the original whale placenta left by the Holy Grail Society to communicate with the fairyland.

But if the Doomsday Seekers really colluded with the Basbe family, could he think that these things were also directed by the Basbe family? The Basbe family is close to the Hutton family, and the Hutton family has military relations. Do the senior officers who work for them know all this?

Cultivate their own army and attack other cities.

What exactly do these people want to do?

Clayton suddenly felt an emotion, neither fear nor anger, but confusion.

He had been in this real world for less than two years, and he had learned about it again from scratch. He was troubled by the curse on him from time to time, and hesitated whether to continue to improve his strength. Even if he had such troubles, he could use his strength to win everything new after losing everything, and he didn't need to worry about food and clothing.

He had realized that what he really wanted was not in the outside world, but in himself.

At the same time, some super-rich people and guys with extraordinary powers united together for some unknown reasons to make a great conspiracy, and they didn't hesitate to kill many people for this.

Why?

They almost had everything, what else was there to be dissatisfied with?

Clayton couldn't figure it out.

Just like he couldn't figure out why the Kingdom of Towton and Dorne had to fight in the past, maybe these upper-class people just had quirks and liked to kill some people to prove that they were extraordinary.

"Sir."

While he was sitting on the bench thinking, a well-dressed man came over and bowed humbly to call him.

The station is now crowded with people, but this man's handsome appearance and manners are still very eye-catching in the crowd.

Clayton came back to his senses and looked at everything about this man who came to him inexplicably. He was very sure that his current clothes and appearance were not suitable for talking to this person of this level of clothing. He didn't know why the other party was talking to him.

He squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't see the strong light: "Sir, I don't seem to know you."

"But you may know my master, he wants to invite you to meet him." The man in a suit said politely.

"Your master? Who?" Clayton didn't remember any acquaintances he had in Wei Aodi.

"Yes, my master, but before I tell you his name, please allow me to ask if you are Mr. Clayton Bello, who was once a riding instructor in the Dragoon Regiment."

This question exploded in his heart like a flash of lightning. Clayton looked at the man in front of him in doubt, not only because the other party called out his real name. Many people know that he was a soldier, but few people know that he was a riding instructor in the Dragoon Regiment. It was not an official position, but a leader of the Dragoon Regiment asked him to teach out of personal friendship. This matter would never be said by people who are not familiar with him.

"I am. Who is your master?"

The servant spit out an ordinary name.

"Norris."

Hearing this name, Clayton Bellow was stunned. He opened his mouth and completely forgot to cover up anything. What he said was straight out of his heart: "Norris? I thought he was dead. His name clearly appeared on the list of the dead in the army. How could he still be alive? How could he be here? How could he find me?"

Norris, a friend of his.

He thought that he only had three friends left, but now one of them has come back to life.

It was really amazing news.

Even the things he just thought about might not be more important to Clayton than this.

The servant looked at him eagerly: "My master knows you will be confused, and he will give you the answer, as long as you follow me to see him now."

"I" Clayton put down the words that were on his lips, and he tried to suppress his excitement and shook his head to reject: "I have provoked some enemies now, so it is not suitable for me to meet him. Maybe we can exchange contact addresses and meet next time.""

"My master may be different from when you knew him. He now has enough power to protect his friends. "

"Even if the enemy is a werewolf? "

The servant nodded without any surprise or absurdity.

As they looked at each other, the train platform began to shake slightly. People who had been standing and waiting walked to the platform. People who were sitting on the benches put down their newspapers and stood up to join them. Some people stretched their heads over the railings and looked expectantly at the end of the track.

The train is coming.

Clayton put his hand on his clothes pocket. Inside was the ticket he bought, which was for this train.

Should I leave, or go to see a close friend who has returned from the dead?

Does this require hesitation?

He loosened his hand and stood up.

"Let's go, take me to see Norris."

The servant nodded respectfully, and they walked out of the station with their backs to the train that was approaching the platform and slowing down. A carriage had already stopped at the exit.