Werewolf hunting rules

Just after the fat cook ensured that the kitchen was as tidy as ever, a mouse crawled happily to Father Petty's feet in full view of the public, which made him feel very humiliated.

"This mouse must have just arrived. You see how thin it is. It must have not eaten the ingredients here. Wait a moment, I will get rid of it right away."

He promised the priest, and then tiptoed he picked up the fire tongs beside the stove, rounded his arms and prepared to send the mouse to hell from behind. As long as he hit it accurately, the heavy iron head would be able to smash open the little head in one fell swoop. .

But this mouse was bolder than anyone imagined.

The four exposed pink paws jumped onto the black priest's uniform and climbed up along the hem.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, but Peidi stood still, looking down at the mouse.

The rodent quickly crawled to a stop on his chest.

Seeing where it was, the cook froze. He wanted to hit it but didn't dare, and finally showed a flattering smile.

Petty raised his right hand to cover the mouse, then looked up at them: "You continue to work, I will handle it."

No one has an opinion.

The priest walked out of the door and entered the empty backyard. His right hand was spread out in the pale sunlight. The mouse squatted on his palm without making a sound. The forked dry fur sticks to the skin, and there is almost no flesh on the body. The pure black little eyes are looking at nowhere, and they are not afraid of people at all.

Peidi couldn't help but feel a little dazed, feeling light in his heart, and the emotions suppressed in other people's eyes were instantly released.

The moment he saw it, he knew who was coming.

"Long time no see, Haun." He smiled.

The mouse didn't respond, but continued to crawl back to his chest along the arm, grabbing the black priest's uniform with nostalgia, and further extended its claws to grab the silver cross necklace, concentrating all its energy and refusing to leave for a moment.

Ratwalker's soul is trapped in the body of a small beast, and his personality is gradually dulled.

But what reflected in those black eyes was the last remnant of faith, and the intensity of the idea even overwhelmed the animal nature - it didn't rush out of its hiding place just because it saw its former companions in Notre Dame.

What attracts it is the priest's clothing. That sacred image fights against forgetfulness more powerfully than anything else.

"You don't recognize me anymore." Peidi sighed, "Your body was indeed killed. What a pity."

When he said it was a pity, the corners of his mouth curled up.

He has accepted the salvation of the righteous way. If Hao En is still the same as before, then he will have to face a heretic who was once as close as a brother.

In the past, it was precisely because of such worries that he never wanted to contact those "brothers and sisters" scattered around.

"But maybe it's better to be a mouse than a human." He stretched out his hand to hold the mouse, passing on the warmth in the cold wind. "This time I can finally take you out. Before you lose all your memories, I still have time to baptize you, really baptize you, just like my teacher did to me."

The mouse didn't respond, but the humanoid claws still grasped the cross necklace on Petit's chest tightly, and the body curled up in his palm, like a devout believer praying in front of a god.

"Phippas said, let us go to the land of Shechem to receive righteousness and blessings. Oriel was convinced of his wisdom, so he called him yes and became his followers. They walked through the majestic mountains and the scorching heat with their staffs. the desert, the city with its torments, and the forest paths.”

Patty habitually recited passages from the Book of Heralds in a low voice. When they were young, they were required to recite the sacred text before eating at Notre Dame.

Although I was living in a heretical place during that time, the time before meals had a nostalgic peace.

But the mouse remained motionless, untouched by these verses.

After a few more minutes, there was still no movement in the palm, and it felt a little moist. Peidi had to stop and spread his palm in confusion.

At some point, the mouse loosened its paws holding the Holy Cross, curled up in his hand, and transparent liquid flowed out from behind.

All the muscles in its body relaxed.

Petty stared at it blankly until the cook's loud voice sounded behind him.

"Father, the dining room is set up. Uh, what are you doing?"

The cook tried to get around to the front of the priest and thus saw what was in his hands, which was really puzzling.

"He's not moving."

Petit looked at the cook in confusion, losing his usual calmness and rationality.

The cook reached over and pinched the mouse, and quickly concluded: "It's probably because it's dead."

"How could he be dead?"

The priest has not yet escaped from the joy of reunion. He has almost forgotten the meaning of death, because it is unfortunate and should not happen to Hao En immediately.

Beast Walker has two lives, how can he not survive?

The cook pinched the mouse's fat-free belly with his fat fingers, easily breaking a few bones, and then marveled.

"It's strange, Father. Look at that poor belly. It should have died of hunger."

This sentence was not complimentary, but sincere. After all, he had never seen a starving mouse in the kitchen. He suddenly felt that he had said too much about "it didn't break into the kitchen for a long time." Share the confidence.

"When did he die?" Peti was not angry because of the cook's actions, he was still thinking.

How could anyone think about the death of a rat? The cook looked at the priest strangely and noticed the dirt on his palms. Because he did not mention the idea of ​​saving his face, he just replied: "It has been dead for a while. If you touch it, its belly is cold."

Because he couldn't figure out what Father Petty was thinking, he returned the mouse instead of throwing it directly to the ground.

"That's right."

Petty held the mouse in his hand, but did not move a step.

He didn't know how long it took before he suddenly realized that Haun had died after holding the cross, but he was too immersed in joy to notice it at the time.

Another familiar sibling died.

"Are you okay?" the cook asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Peidi returned to his normal expression, and his hands naturally dropped, holding the mouse's body in his right hand, and sighed in a low voice: "That's fine, that's fine."

"I left some food for you, it should still be hot now."

"I'll go."

Petty returned to the building. The walls blocked out the cold wind from the outside world. His body gradually regained its warmth as he walked, and he felt the Rat Walker's corpse in his hands getting colder.

"The only person who knows my real name now is probably Clara," he thought.

Those were also the "sisters" he had not seen for a long time, one of the few still alive among the original batch of children.

Petty's reason for not visiting her was the same as Haun's.

They were once brothers and sisters, but when they meet again they are heretical enemies.

And the Holy Grail Society that caused all of this is back. This year is really a year without good news.