Werewolf hunting rules

There are similar rumors all over the world - a stoic man was tempted by the devil in every possible way, but remained unmoved. In the end, he surrendered the devil, took it into his own body, and lived a very extraordinary life with the devil's extraordinary power. happy life.

Compared with reality, the overall story is roughly the same, only the ending is different - the stoic man gained the power of the devil, and then went back to live a harsh and miserable life - no one wants to see this kind of blandness ending, so they made some artistic adaptations.

Before surrendering to the devil, you need to surrender your own desires, but for most people, living like this is no different from dying.

The demon monk in front of him was obviously a very rare success story, but Julius still didn't understand how someone like him could work in a government agency.

And the scars on his body.

Does he belong to the Sincere Brotherhood?

"Follow me." The ascetic nightingale said to Julius. He apparently traced it through the mark on Julius's body.

Seeing the opportunity to leave, Julius changed his mind.

"Maybe you should give me a reason."

The ascetic monk still stayed by their side, but ignored their communication. The distance when Nightingale released the magic barrier was too close, and the level of the devil in his contract was not low. He could not resist this method at all, and the invisible technique had been blocked. His keen eyes and ears.

But he would get over it, maybe in a minute, maybe in two minutes.

Nightingale didn't answer. He raised his hand and grabbed Julius by the throat. Obviously, the target's resistance was also included in his calculations.

In the shortest time, Julius raised his hands and stepped back while saying all the words in one breath: "I know who you are, Nightingale. The things we are investigating should be the same. If you haven't succeeded yet, I'm here There are other ways."

Nightingale's outstretched hand gradually stopped.

"explain."

"You like directness, don't you?" Julius smiled. When he chose to do what he was good at, the situation was back under control.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the ascetic Cassim and whispered a spell, then pointed at the back of the stone-fisted Li Ang outside and did the same. The coma spell of the Soul Reaver School can slow down people's perception, and combined with the hallucination effect of the magic barrier, it is enough to extend the time they can be controlled several times.

Then he dragged the body behind the load-bearing pillar of the toilet, so that if someone came in to use the toilet later, they would not notice that there was a dead person here.

Thanks to the nightingale's clever technique, the deceased did not bleed much, otherwise it would not have been so easy to hide the body.

After finishing all this, the wizard let out a breath.

"Now we can be less anxious."

The ascetic monk withdrew his gaze from the stone fist outside. From the moment Julius took action, he became less anxious: "Can you first explain how you know about us?"

Julius rubbed the mark on his right arm. It felt so comfortable to have something like this heating his body in the winter.

"A friend of mine recognized the mark on my hand. But I want to make it clear that I did not kill your companions. They were almost finished when I got to that place."

"I know. So how do you know about our work, citizen?"

"A little hunch, a little common sense. I heard in Sasha City that your people are investigating my family. Although they mainly focus on investigating the influence of the dark moon on us dark descendants, I think they are more or less responsible. I know what happened to Wei Aodi. I contacted the local snakes here and they are trying to do something about me, and they killed your people at the same time, so I can probably guess something."

"Who are you?"

"Julius—Son of Groene."

Nightingale's expression did not change, but Julius knew that he had an impression of his father's name.

Kingdom Intelligence knows many people and many names.

"The Presbyterian Council of Sasha City has always been committed to maintaining peace and order. This is the first time we have seen a situation like Wei Ao Di's. Don't think this is strange. Although Wei Ao Di is not far from Sasha City, our job requires us to deal with it. We are exhausted from our affairs, and managing neighborhood relations has always been something we don’t care much about.”

"But, since the matter is coming, we can't pretend to be deaf and dumb, so my father asked me to come and see what is going on here and what makes our neighbors hate us so much." Julius was half-serious. Falsely speaking.

The agents of the Kingdom's Intelligence Department were noncommittal about his explanation.

"You said you could help me."

"Go to this place" Julius told the Nightingale the address of Alexander Ilevin.

"Perhaps you already know that there is an engineer named Alexander here who is very valued by the owner here. He wants to find out the secrets he hides, but he himself does not know it. He also hired Kong who does not like each other with the three major families. The Leonai family does things for themselves, although it’s just trivial things, but there are not many occasions where these people can be related. This is an opportunity.”

"Thanks to the Conglione family, Alexander has recently lost something that haunts him, but he doesn't want others to know what it is. You can see a man who has been in the cafe opposite his house. Keep an eye on Conglione, pretend to be him, then go to the police and see what happens."

Julius couldn't care less what Alexander lost, but the messier the situation, the better.

When chaos occurs, people's hidden weaknesses and secrets will be exposed unconsciously.

"Good idea, but you still have to go with me." Nightingale also agreed with this, but there are some things that cannot be compromised. He pointed to Julius' right arm: "It is still useful."

The birdcage mark obviously has functions other than indicating the direction.

Julius took a deep breath: "If you need it urgently." He rolled up his right sleeve, crossed his right arm in front of him, took out his animal horn dagger from his pocket with his left hand, gestured to the birdcage mark on the skin of his right forearm, and then closed his eyes.

There was almost no sound, and the movement of the dagger was as short and fast as striking a match.

When Julius stopped, the piece of skin had been completely separated.

"Take it." He exhaled.

Nightingale, who came from the Brotherhood of Sincerity, looked at him with approval and took the piece of skin.

As soon as he took away the harmful thing, Julius quickly took out a bandage from another pocket to bandage himself, and then pulled down his sleeves. Now no one could tell that he was injured.

"One person died here, why are you still staying?"

"I have to stay. Hazel is still waiting for me to help him deal with the Conlionai family. This is a good opportunity to investigate the person behind him. And" Julius smiled and looked very sincere: "Although one person died here, as long as you are not caught, they dare not deal with me. I know Hazel, he will not execute me as long as he thinks I am still useful."

The Brotherhood of Sincerity has a retreat in Wei Aodi. Even if the identity of the Nightingale is exposed, as long as he hides inside, the guards cannot go in and arrest him.

Only unwise people will challenge a group of bulletproof ascetics. The people of the Kingdom Intelligence Department probably sent him to Wei Aodi for this reason.

The demon ascetic nodded, turned and walked out the door.

Julius turned around and untied his belt to release the pressure on the toilet.

When the power of the demonic barrier faded away, the ascetic turned his head suddenly, and his suspicious eyes swept around the position before the psychic Steven. He drew his scimitar at the first time and put it on Julius' neck.

"Where is the psychic?!"

Some members of the Black Claw Clan believed that the combination with the Blood Eye Clan would usher in a new life. Others had their own opinions. However, due to their admiration for the clan leader Opiros, these opinions were buried deep in their hearts.

The werewolves of the opposition believed that the clan should maintain the level of the past, that is, the basic military aristocracy.

They would kill people, but they killed people to consolidate power, not purely for money. Money was only an accessory to power, and killing for money was simply cheap.

Similarly, the traditions within the clan could not be changed, especially the ceremony of the succession of the clan leader. The new clan leader must defeat the previous clan leader to take the position.

Opiros' father followed the tradition, but he took a shortcut.

Opiros did defeat his father, but the occasion was during the day. With neither side able to transform, he defeated Xiu Lien.

The werewolves hated the daytime, and the weak human body simply made them feel hateful, so no werewolf had ever tried to do this in the daytime before, and they had never thought that any of their kind would choose to do so. Although Opiros's ascension to the position of patriarch met the general requirements of the ceremony, he had not achieved anything that could convince people in the past two years. Compared with the Black Claw Clan's past status in Wei Aodi, he had completely become a broker who introduced killer services in the dark world. He regarded the labor of the clan members as business, and he had no ability to take the city back from those entrepreneurs.

There were not a few werewolves who did not obey Opiros, and they would definitely challenge him when they had the chance.

Those who supported Opiros believed that the times had changed, and since the decline of the Black Claw Clan was inevitable, it was his achievement to be able to maintain the current level and not decline again.

The patriarch's duty was to ensure the living standards and development of the clan. Since Opiros had done this, he had found a new position for the clan in society and had a stable source of funds, so there was no need to criticize him.

As for whether the replacement of the clan leader must still be done by duel, they also questioned it.

During the First Empire, the emperor of the werewolves was not born through duels, which was also against instinct, but since the great man pioneered the precedent, why should they continue this boring tradition?

There are a considerable number of supporters and opponents, and to a certain extent, they are distinguished by blood. Green eyes are more supportive of traditional conservatism, while blood eyes, from which Opiros himself came, generally believe that innovation leads to development.

Opiros himself knows this, so he acts more and more carefully, trying to avoid any more rifts between the two merged clans.

But the secret discord still occurred.

This behavior is not too excessive, but it is already an ominous sign.

"Some of my compatriots opened the wolf blood trial for mortals without notifying me."

"Linde, that's your man and your closest relative, please tell me what to do?"