Werewolf hunting rules

While Hook Detective Diesel was waiting for the priest, he suddenly saw a face that shouldn't have appeared through the cracks in the poplar bushes.

He has medium to short hair, tawny eyes, and a thick king's beard.

Even though it was only for a moment, he quickly recognized the person.

Clayton Bello.

However, this werewolf had a dark red scar on his face, crossing his entire right cheek. Diesel felt something ominous from the scar. A divine attendant wearing a priest's robe was walking in front to guide Clayton Bello, towards the invisible group of tombstones.

This is how the same thing? How could a werewolf sneak into the sacred cemetery?

This is an area under the jurisdiction of the church!

Diesel picked up his feet impatiently, walked a few steps and then stopped.

He couldn't get too close, the werewolves would pick up his scent.

He watched as Clayton disappeared from sight.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, we can start." The priest approached from behind and reminded.

Diesel turned around, his attitude completely different from the beginning:

"Maybe it would be better if we just dig a hole and send him in. I'm in a hurry."

He meant it sincerely, and if he dug a hole immediately or buried the body, he would have an excuse to follow Clayton Bello.

As for Cooper's belief - he could be dug up afterwards and given a solemn funeral in another house. Holding two funerals is a very normal thing for a traveler who has left his hometown.

The priest said slowly: "If you are in a hurry, you can leave directly. I will let other divine servants help me continue to complete the funeral. Recently, the southern area of ​​the cemetery responsible for new funerals is not open to the public, so you don't need to worry about burying the corpse. We will Take care of your friends.”

Diesel was silent for a moment, then changed his words and continued.

Along the stone brick aisle, the priest's cane tapped rhythmically on the ground, and his footsteps passed by the rows of cross tombstones.

Clayton keenly heard from the tapping of the cane a piece of music that was popular but not too restless, which was quite friendly to the deceased.

Priest, priest, priest.

The difference between the three is that the priest has a fixed place of work, while the priest is transferred more frequently and is more inclined to serve areas without churches, while the priest does not need to deal with believers at all, as long as he studies theoretical theology and works in Just showing up and assisting in certain public ceremonies.

In layman's terms, the job of a priest is to study theology.

They know more than ordinary priests about supernatural things and theological works.

"Can you tell me what it feels like to transform from an ordinary person to a werewolf? I guess it will be very itchy? After all, there are so many hairs. Or is it like hair, which can be easily pulled and hurt?" Like To pass the time, the divine attendant asked Clayton friendly on the road about his transformation experience. He was only in his early twenties, at an age where he had no awe and loved everything.

No one usually comes to the cemetery. Even during the day, they can talk freely.

Clayton followed closely in his footsteps and answered unaccustomedly.

"Actually, it's okay after you get used to it, but the hair gets dirty easily."

"So after you transform, do you put your tail inside your pants or outside your pants?"

"Werewolves don't wear pants."

"Then have you tried cocoa fruit? I heard that it is also poisonous to werewolves, but some phenomena indicate that werewolves seem to be not poisoned after eating cocoa products, and they have no special reaction to it." The Divine Attendant tried his best. Adjust the wording to avoid upsetting Clayton.

The cocoa fruit has a very lethal effect on many canines. The church even considered adding cocoa fruit ingredients to the Holy Communion to prevent werewolves from coming to attend services. To this end, they did some experiments.

Clayton doesn't like the topic: "Cacao is bitter, and I didn't like it when I was a human, so I won't try it now."

"That's a shame. I've heard that with sugar and cream it makes a really delicious snack."

"That has nothing to do with me, because as you said, it might be a poisonous plant to me now."

The divine attendant was silent for a while, but not for long.

Because their destination has arrived.

Near the edge of the cemetery, a tall and gloomy yew forest surrounded the border and blocked the sunlight, making the grassland and tombstones look gloomy.

It is worth noting that several tombstones here are crooked and the earth pits are turned outwards.

The coffin was exposed from the ground. Some animal violently tore off the lid, leaving serious wounds on the bones inside. Bones and internal organs could be seen, and obvious canine marks were left on the wounds.

Fortunately, the guys lying here are already dead and won't cry out in pain.

"That beast was last seen here. Please catch it quickly, our cemetery can no longer be closed." The priest pointed to a tombstone that had completely lay down.

The bishop of the Diocese of Talos invited Clayton here for this very purpose.

The watchdog of the Wandering Street Church has become alienated. It has become something unknown. It is now lurking in the cemetery and even sneaks out at night to dig up corpses and eat them.

Perhaps because it had been raised for a while, the dog did not actively attack people at first, so others just thought it was missing.

However, a series of corpse thefts in the cemetery alerted the clergy here. They found fresh feces and a broken old collar behind a broken tombstone. Because there was a dog's name on it, they immediately He immediately recognized what the monster was.

It is against the teachings to allow your own dog to eat people.

However, Wandering Street Church is a very small church. The resident clergy are not equipped to deal with dark descendants. Handling funerals consumes almost all their manpower. They can only temporarily close the new burial area of ​​the cemetery and stop public visit services. , canceling the participation of family members of the deceased in carrying the coffin during the funeral process to avoid contact with the vicious dog.

During this time, they tried sprinkling holy water on the cemetery to drive away the mutated beast. Unfortunately, the dog had always lived on the leftover holy water from the Holy Communion, and had developed antibodies to it, so the sacred energy was completely restrained. Without it, it just makes it more restless.

Just a week ago, they invited several soldiers to suppress the dog, but the dog attacked and bit two of the soldiers, and then it hid again.

The cemetery on Wandering Street extends to the outside of the city. There are many scattered groves and some spare stone coffins that can be used as hiding places. It is very difficult to find a dog in such a large area.

Because of the toxins on the corpse, the injured soldier quickly fell into coma and had a high fever. Seeing this, the soldier's commander sent them back and refused to help.

This is why the church turns to the darkspawn for help.

But they have faith in Creighton.

Because Clayton is a werewolf, he and dogs share a common language.

Clayton squatted beside an abandoned burial ground, running his palms along the lines of the tombstones, identifying the smell in the air, and a smell that was different from living things hit his nostrils.

He turned back to look at the Divine Attendant: "I did smell the smell of decay that is different from the smell of corpses. Are you sure there are no other animals coming in here except the dog?"

"Never, and it won't be an ordinary animal that can break in." The Divine Attendant said worriedly.

Although it was just a dog that was cursed by the dark moon, this matter meant more than that in the eyes of the church people.

If dogs will be transformed here and incarnate into supernatural evil creatures, then people will probably be the same. Many young clerics worry that the power of the holy place is not enough to protect them, so they retreat from their faith and no longer be pious.

But the actual situation is that there has been no case of a blessed cleric being transformed into a dark descendant this year.

As for the most recent believer who received the curse of the dark moon in a similar case, he was the ancestor of vampires thousands of years ago.

The priest of Wandering Street Church still chose to believe in the power of the Holy Land.

He believed that the only reason the dog was converted was because it was not religious enough.

"I heard that Father Petty of St. Mellon Parish baptized the mayor's dog. Now it seems that he is really prescient. The baptized dog will definitely be able to resist the dark curse." He sighed, expressing his gratitude to the church's dog owners. The watchdog expressed sympathy. "Poor William, we can't save it anymore. If it tries to hurt you, just kill it."

"I will."

Clayton responded simply.

He searched the area and walked into the woods.

The Divine Attendant watched his work with great interest, looking forward to Clayton speaking the common language of werewolves and dogs.

But this is actually an ability that does not resort to the vocal system.

Clayton communicates with canines by changing his scent. Even though he is a wild werewolf, he knows how to do this without any teacher.

Smell conveys information more clearly than sound.

In the eyes of special creatures, smell is also a language.

He can even detect how stressed a person is, whether he is fearful, or angry, through his scent.

With canines, or other animals with scent glands, he can experience more.

Of course, there is a chance of error, but generally speaking, interference factors are related to the environment and are not the fault of his sense of smell.

The smell of this mutated dog wreaking havoc in the cemetery is quite strange.

The mood it showed after having had enough wine and food was actually quite sad.

And thanks to it, the whole cemetery is sad.

Clayton walked for half an hour, and finally felt the anger of being unable to track him. He punched a purple tree trunk, turned to look at the divine attendant, and his lips collided fiercely under the thick beard that had not been trimmed for a month. :

"Your dog has been peeing on tombstones for a long time. Do you usually ignore it?"