Werewolf hunting rules

Norris was a friend that Clayton Belleau met in the army—just like most of his friends, because the most precious part of his life was spent there.

When Clayton was still sitting in the carriage, he kept recalling the past between himself and Norris.

Norris was eight years older than Clayton. He was a member of the first team that Clayton led after he was promoted to an officer. However, everyone in the team respected him more than Clayton at that time, and Clayton himself had to admire this man.

As long as Norris was there, their logistics could be self-sufficient.

Norris was an all-rounder.

He could forge iron, cook, drill wells, sketch, perform plays, repair shoes, set traps, make accounts, read the stars, tie sailor knots, bandage the wounded, treat livestock, drill wood to make fire, prune bushes, find food, identify medicinal plants, and imitate accents from all over the country. Norris could not finish talking about what he could do for hours. He knew almost all the skills for survival. Other soldiers once suspected that he was a pirate who was exiled to a deserted island by his companions, otherwise he would not have been trained like this.

Norris denied this. He only told his comrades that he was driven out of the house by his father when he was ten years old and wandered around. He then did a lot of work to make a living and honed such skills.

Indeed, most of the skills Norris mastered were not outstanding, just average, and could barely make a living, but no one doubted that he would become a big man one day.

A person who is capable of mastering so many skills will not be mediocre all his life.

So when Clayton calmed down, he felt that it was natural for Norris to suddenly unveil the curtain of death.

Norris was humble and selfless. Everyone in the same team had been helped by him, but he never took credit for himself.

In addition, he had a sincere patriotism.

When he saw in the newspaper that "citizens" were asked to join the army to fight against the barbarians in Towton, he immediately quit his job at the time, said goodbye to his family and joined the army. Even though he had been fighting on the hard front line, he never complained about anything.

Of course, the overseas subsidies promised by the army may also be one of the reasons for fighting, but only for this, few people would choose to go to the battlefield. Norris's sincere heart is evident to all.

There is a core figure in the army. Wherever he exists, there will be confidence in fighting.

In Clayton's army, in addition to Clayton himself, Norris is the second core.

During a charge, Clayton's mount was accidentally shot dead by a bullet. He fell off the horse and was surrounded by the scattered enemy troops. It was Norris who discovered his predicament in time and took the risk of bringing others back to break through the blockade and rescued him from the siege.

Another time, Clayton and five other soldiers were seriously injured. He lost too much blood and fell into a coma with a high fever. The team was separated from the horses and could not return to the base camp for treatment. Norris tried his best to take care of them. In the end, only one of the six died, and it was because the broken ribs pierced the lungs. This injury could not be treated in the field hospital.

With this experience, Clayton has regarded Norris as his best friend.

He has repaid him once, and now he still owes him a life.

However, Norris seems to have another set of calculations, and has always insisted that the two are even.

After Uren's death, Clayton Bello's parents died one after another, but he had no time to go back home to handle the funeral, so Cuitisi had to do it for him. After that, his troops finally got a chance to take a vacation, so he couldn't wait to go back home to fulfill his obligations as a son and brother.

When the vacation was over and Clayton returned to the army, he learned that Norris had been assigned to another team by a higher-ranking officer to participate in a special mission, and unfortunately died in an accident.

Now it seems that this may be a misunderstanding.

Clayton knows the morality of the army. Although there is a rule to bring back the bodies of dead soldiers, if the location of the body is not accurate or falls in an area with an epidemic, the officer will order to give up the search and regard it as an unexpected situation in the law.

Perhaps Norris encountered such a dilemma at that time. He did not die, but disappeared in an area that was difficult to search, while the bodies of the people traveling with him were found, so he was also put on the death list. When he regained his freedom, he lost his identity and could only find a way to make money to return home.

As for whether the facts were the same as Clayton's guess, the answer would be revealed in a moment.

The carriage stopped in a wealthy neighborhood, which was the west district of Wei Aodi, not far from the "Hell Building" in the city center.

Clayton got off the car. The mansion in front of him was only two stories high, but very wide. The exterior decoration was somewhat similar to his house in Sasha City. The design had an old-fashioned luxury feeling and was not ostentatious.

The only unique thing was that a platform similar to a shrine was built on the outside of the second-floor wall of the house, on which stood a naked woman holding a spear, about five feet tall, and made entirely of iron.

Clayton had learned about the shapes of various cultural relics and could tell at a glance that it was a figurehead removed from a ship.

It seemed that Norris had been worrying about ocean trade in recent years.

Several silent gunmen stood in front of the door. They hardly spoke and rarely patrolled, but they gave Clayton a feeling of being more threatening than the security guards he had encountered before. When they saw Norris's servant, they made way in front of the door to let Clayton and Norris's loyal servant pass. Another servant approached and opened the door for them.

When Clayton really saw the owner of this place, the rich man was leaning on a cushioned single chair with his eyes closed. He looked quite solemn and his expression was as peaceful as if he had died again. There was a male massager with muscular arms behind the chair. The teacher is massaging his head.

Because the fireplace was burning brightly, Norris was only wearing a set of pajamas. A maid gently placed two plates of fruit on the table in front of him, and then left quietly.

Clayton said nothing, he was stunned.

He looked at the man who was regarded as Norris, and there was no familiar feeling in his heart. But when he tried to recall Norris's appearance so as to compare it with the person in front of him, he found that Norris's face in his memory had long been blurred, and the only clear impression that remained was a pair of eyes with aurora tones.

It had been too long, so long that he had forgotten even the face of the friend between life and death.

He was ashamed of himself.

"My master." The servant who led the way called respectfully: "Mr. Bello is here."

The rich man opened his eyes as if revived, and the familiar bright colors made Clayton relax in an instant. The color of these eyes is very, very rare. There is no doubt that this person is Norris.

Norris also stood up and looked at Clayton carefully, with an expression on his face just like Clayton himself at the last moment.

Animal-like eyes, thicker hair and beards, pale skin, black nails, and a height that is impossible to be innovative but is still innovative.

The man who came back from the dead looked at his best friend intently, showing no fear at all about these features. On the contrary, his joy was palpable.

"My God, we've all changed! So much!" he murmured excitedly, his voice once again proving his identity to Clayton.

A person's face may change with age, but a person's voice ages slowly.

The vague image of Norris in Clayton's mind began to change clearly, and the blank face was covered by the current image.

"Norris, when it comes to change, how dare I compare it with someone who crawled out of his own grave?" He smiled and opened his arms, hugging Norris.

The unusually low body temperature made Clayton immediately understand that Norris was no longer an ordinary person, but what about himself?

As soon as they each said their first words, they felt like they were back in the past, and their awkward feeling completely disappeared.

"Please sit on the chair next to me." Norris and Clayton both sat down. He waved away all the servants. His body leaning on the chair was still trembling slightly: "You know, I saw you on the carriage. As I walked towards the station, I recognized you right then, but I wasn't completely sure yet, so I asked my valet to go find you first."

Clayton interrupted: "Of course, you should go home and rest first. I can tell by the look on your face that you must not have slept well last night."

Norris touched his face, still smiling: "But no matter how tired I am, I still have the energy to entertain my old friends."

He took matters into his own hands, grabbed the high-end red wine next to him and poured a glass for Clayton, as well as a glass for himself. The two clinked their glasses and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hopefully we can meet again!"

If he didn't see Clayton today, maybe they wouldn't have the chance to meet again in the rest of their lives.

"Meet you!" Clayton said equally happily: "But I have a question. You didn't seem to have black hair before. If our hair color is the same, I will remember it."

Norris was playing with the wine glass comfortably. When he heard this question, he leaned his head over freely and let Clayton see his hair clearly: "Some of my loyal friends suggested that I dye it like this. They said it would make me look younger. , what do you think?”

"That's great. They were right. You look even younger than me now."

Norris sat upright again and refilled two cups: "So respect the young people!"

"Respect the youth."

After the celebration, Clayton put down the cup and said curiously: "Norris, since we are fortunate enough to meet again today, you should also know how curious I am about your 'death'. If this matter does not contain your secrets , I hope you can talk to me."

Norris held the goblet between his two fingers and raised it.

His clothes are luxurious and his attitude is calm. The calluses and scars on his hands caused by work in the past have disappeared.

"Of course, this does require an explanation, but I hope you won't make fun of me after hearing this story, because it is a despicable story."

Clayton immediately nodded in agreement.

Norris took a deep breath. It seemed that it was not easy for him to explain the secret of resurrection from the dead. When he started this topic, his calmness began to fade away. Clayton believed that there was a mental burden pressing on him:

"I remember explaining my origins to you and others in the company at the time - I was kicked out of my home by my father when I was ten years old and then had to wander around the country trying to survive."

"Yes, you said that," Clayton said.

"Very good, then what I want to say now is that I missed one thing." The man with bright eyes paused: "I am an illegitimate son of a wealthy family. My father did not drive me away because he could not raise me. It’s not me, but his new wife doesn’t want to see my father’s eyes at home.”

"She lied and said I had stolen a piece of jewelry from her, and my father immediately kicked me out."

"What about your biological mother? Didn't she take you in?" Clayton asked.

"She is irrelevant, at least in this case." Norris was particularly calm when talking about his mother: "I have never seen her since I was born. I heard that she used to be in love with my father and was his only mistress outside of marriage, but my father's love for her did not bring me any convenience. He took off my coat before driving me away, just to find the non-existent jewelry his wife said."

"That day was a little warmer than today, but not much. My father may have thought that a ten-year-old child was as strong as him, so he didn't return my coat and let the servant push me out the door. I almost froze to death. If it weren't for an old beggar on the side of the road who took care of me, I couldn't even leave the parish. I took his surname from then on, and I didn't leave my hometown city until he died two years later. During this process, no one I knew in the past came to see me again. "

"My father abandoned me for almost twenty years, and then suddenly found me and tried to pull me back from the front line."

Clayton frowned: "He finally found his conscience."

"No, it's just because his other children are dead, and he must have an heir of the same blood."

Perhaps because of his dry mouth, Norris poured himself another glass of wine: "Then, he completely destroyed my life. A senior military officer helped him transfer me to another unit, and then a group of people staged a play to make my identity die, and even one person really died, and the real me returned to my father. "

Norris's father's deeds made Clayton more and more sick, and he interrupted him again.

"Killing just for show? Why didn't he just transfer you back to the country? Many people know that the army doesn't care about this kind of thing. Those officers who bought their positions are always on vacation in the country."

"Just to hide my identity." Norris took a deep breath: "Clayton, looking at you, you should now understand that there are some magical things in the world, like wizards, they can tell fortunes and spy on other people's secrets. They can curse others with just a name and kill people invisibly. There are also monsters that can devour people's lives with just a promise from an uninformed person."

"Do you know? In order to prevent assassinations by these mysterious forces, the king's crown is given various blessings so that they can transfer curses. The reason why every king needs a new crown instead of passing it down from generation to generation is because every crown has a limit. They can't always bear the curse. Beyond this limit, the curse power will overflow from it. "

"My father is a very powerful man. He is certainly not a king, but he has dealt with wizards no less often than a king."

"After all my half-siblings died of illness, he began to suspect that it was his enemies who cursed his children, so when he found out that I was still alive, he was determined to make things foolproof. On the other hand, he also felt that my previous experience was a scandal. With these two reasons, hiding my real name and past became a top priority. "

Norris half-jokingly said: "Fortunately, he is dead. If he knew that you knew the secret of my past, he would definitely send someone to hunt you down. "

Listening to someone confide secrets is a manifestation of trust, but Norris's family secrets are so heavy that Clayton feels tortured just by listening. This joke did not make him feel relieved.

Facing Clayton, whose expression was gradually becoming more serious, Norris became more relaxed. He pointed at his face and told another secret:

"Clayton, you may feel unfamiliar when you see this face, but it's not your fault. My father used a power called the Blood Secret to permanently change my appearance. My current face and identity belong to my dead brother, and even my wife."

"That feeling must be terrible." Clayton responded instinctively, but Norris's expression was strange. He didn't look very painful, but had more complicated emotions in it.

"Maybe."

Hearing this ambiguous answer, Clayton wisely did not continue to ask about his family.

"So what should I call you now?"

"Just call me Norris." Norris said. "This is actually not my real surname, and no one else will call me by this name. Once you contact me by this name in the future, I will know who is looking for me."

"Is the contact address here?" Clayton asked. He had memorized the house number.

"Yes." Norris yawned, and when the excitement passed, fatigue suddenly doubled and carved deep marks on his face: "I should rest, and you should also take a shower and change clothes. I know I didn't tell you everything about myself, and I am also curious about your experiences in the past few years, so we must have a good chat tomorrow, not as brief as today."

"As for now, you don't have to worry about other things, it's absolutely safe here."

He reached to the side and yanked the rope of the bell next to him, and the footsteps outside the secret room came from far away.

"Tell the servant who brought you anything you want. I have already told him that he will respect you as much as he respects me."

The conversation was about to end, and Clayton felt that he should take the initiative to say something.

"Norris, I am a werewolf." He said abruptly.

Even if the other party had already seen that he was a darkborn, he still wanted to say a little more. His best friend Norris told him an important secret, and he should return a secret.

Norris waved his hand, with no surprise on his tired face:

"We have all changed, which was confirmed when we saw each other for the first time today. As for what kind of change, it is not up to us to decide, as long as you are still my old friend Clayton Bello."

Norris was fully aware of the harm of the curse. He was the first person outside of Clayton's family to understand him. Clayton was grateful to his friend who was eight years older than him.

The footsteps outside the door were close to the door, and there was a knock on the door. Clayton subconsciously looked at the door, but did not hear Norris allow the servant to come in.

He suddenly looked at Clayton again, and Clayton turned back and looked at him.

In this process, suddenly there was a moment when Norris's spirit seemed to be fully restored. His eyes that embraced everything stared at Clayton, as if he wanted to find the truth of the world from the smallest details in order to create new things from it.

"Clayton, have you eaten people?"

Hearing this question, Clayton's spirit and body seemed to be exhausted at this moment. He looked at Norris in surprise, but could not say a word.

Should he answer truthfully? Should he disappoint Norris?

Clayton was still hesitating, but in the next moment, Norris lost the feeling of a seeker of knowledge and turned into a tired middle-aged man again, lying on the cushions on the back of the chair.

"No, you don't have to answer, please pretend that I didn't ask anything."

He called the servant in and arranged the follow-up service for Clayton.

The day passed quickly, and until the sunrise in Viodi again, Clayton was thinking about Norris's last question.