Werewolf hunting rules

"I'm afraid this reward was announced by Professor Christopher to other extraordinary beings, but it accidentally fell into the hands of the tomb robber you met. When I first saw this information, I was shocked." Zhu "The person he was describing looked very much like Akzi," Leers said.

Seeing Clayton's confused look, he had to add an explanation.

"Akchi is the devil lord."

So Clayton immediately understood what he meant and solved some of the previous confusions.

Devil Owls are a mysterious race whose surface characteristics are that they are extremely large giant owls that can even capture horses, and there are also rumors that they are attracted to misfortunes.

There is still a saying in the vast countryside that hearing the hoot of an owl will bring bad luck. This is a reputation spread by the devil owl.

Clayton was able to easily kill Akzi not only because of his sneak attack advantage, but also because Akzi had no intention of strengthening his body, and his own reaction speed and physical strength were not enough to dodge or directly resist bullets.

The babies of Devil Owl are the same as human babies, and they also have certain mimicry abilities. Like cuckoos, they will replace human children with their own babies and let humans raise them for them until they grow up. Characteristics will gradually emerge as they reach adulthood, first with a patch of feathers, then with a deformed skull, elongated eyeballs, until they change from a human to a complete bird.

Akzi served in the Presbyterian Church for many years and was strong-willed, but he did not undergo many binding rituals, choosing instead to always suppress his own power.

This is entirely because when the curse accumulates to a certain amount, he will turn into a bird and will be unable to continue living in human society.

"Damn it, I'm going to keep this secret for a while." Julius regretted his showing off. This information should have been exchanged for more benefits. "Oh, forget it. This Hand of Glory was probably given to the tomb robber by Professor Christopher. I know from the mana mark on it that they must have met before, but I can't tell what the magic spell on it does. , it must not be just an ordinary activation spell, otherwise it would attack its own holder first, and it was always fine when you were carrying it." He fell into thinking.

The lieutenant paid no attention to this. He crumpled the paper into a ball and let the sinister implications roll into the folds.

"It seems that this beast is the so-called beast of Jevo. Apart from it, I can't think of anything else in the local area that may be linked to extraordinary power. We should get rid of our bad luck quickly and go back early to avoid being targeted by it. .”

Julius woke up with a start, took the paper ball from his hand and flattened it: "But this is also a way to make money. As a price for helping you, now I also need your help - help me become rich. "

"I'm not going to cause any new trouble," Clayton said.

The wizard's expression reminded him of the tomb robber who died in his own hands, and he felt a little unhappy.

Julius shook his head: "You don't need to take the initiative to do anything. We will still do our business. If it doesn't come to us, we will naturally go back to the city according to the original plan. But if it comes to us on its own, You have to help me.”

If he was really targeted by such a beast, Clayton certainly couldn't stay out of it, so he agreed.

The vigilance in the town of Gevo has not been lifted.

Although last night's silverware incident and the holy salt wine verification method failed to achieve the results that people wanted, they were not abandoned. The temporary failure actually mobilized people's unyielding spirit and made intensive preparations for another attempt. test.

By the afternoon, the town's elders and priests finally worked out a plan to have people line up to be tested again before going to church.

For the same reason as last time, Clayton and his party were able to stay in the hotel to rest because they arrived in Gevaux not long ago and were not suspected of being "werewolves".

It was at this moment that Donna Bello finally woke up from her sleep.

Clayton and Julius were frowning around the table and continuing to check the accounts, but as soon as she yawned, Clayton stopped what he was doing and looked over.

"You are all here."

Donna sat up and looked at them, feeling a little shy.

Clayton only took off her boots, and now she was still wearing the skirt she went out with, with only a quilt covering her body. When she lifted the quilt, she felt a little cold.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Clayton asked with concern.

"It's okay. In fact, it didn't hurt much before."

Donna said as she pulled up the hem of her long skirt, exposing her injured calf.

On the fair skin, the red crack spread from the ankle to a little below the knee. Fortunately, this long scar has scabbed at this moment. If this continues, it will not take long to restore the intact skin.

"Is my medicine effective?" Julius asked proudly.

"Thank you this time, I remember your favor." Clayton answered him, and then looked at Donna. In fact, he wanted to keep some privacy for her, because he himself also had deeds that he did not want to tell others, but this idea It's not suitable at this moment.

"Girl, do you have anything to say to me?"

There was no one else in the hotel except them, and once no one spoke, the room became eerily quiet.

It is for this reason that the sound of Donna's heartbeat is very clear to the werewolf's ears.

He listened to the heartbeat, and the image of a bird flapping its wings seemed to appear in his mind.

"Uncle Clayton, what do you want me to say?" Donna's face was a little red, but this time it was no longer because of shyness.

"Like, you're a witch?"

Clayton sat on the edge of the bed, stared into her eyes and asked every word.

Julius only hinted at him a little, but it was enough for him to deduce the truth.

Donna was exposed, and her shoulders slumped in frustration. She did not admit it on the spot, but silently bent her uninjured leg, hugged her knees and turned to look at the wall. She stared blankly at the white wall. Seconds later, he suddenly cheered up again and turned back to stare at Clayton.

Those beautiful fluorite-like eyes stared at the lieutenant, staring at him evenly without blinking.

She was so focused that Clayton began to doubt himself.

"Donna, what do you think of me like that?"

The girl raised her chin proudly: "My dear Uncle Clayton, I am also waiting for you to confess."

Julius brought the chair over with interest.

"I can answer for him."

Unfortunately, the uncle and nephew were staring at each other and seemed not to hear his suggestion.

"I am a werewolf, and our Bello family is the descendant of the Sealer." Clayton tried to keep his tone calm so as not to bump into Donna.

He failed.

The girl's expression obviously changed. This fact deviated from expectations and completely exceeded her imagination.

Clayton saw her expression and sighed inwardly. After a while, she asked tremblingly: "Does mom know about this?"

"she does not know."

"Then my dad"

"Oh, I am the only one in the whole family who knows about this, and I only discovered it this year." As soon as Clayton finished answering, he saw that Donna's expression was as relaxed as ever.

She let out a melodious breath, opened her arms and fell backwards, her upper body falling on the soft mattress.

This state only lasted a few seconds before she bounced up again and exclaimed:

"Sealer? So I also have wolf blood?!"

The word father was too far away from her life, and only now did she realize that she would inherit some things from her father.

"You just thought of it?" Clayton frowned with thick eyebrows: "Then what were you worried about just now?"

Donna blinked and smiled awkwardly.

The hidden red eyelids are the traits of a demon seducer, a madman, or even a lycanthrope with the tendency to eat corpses. Combined with the smell coming from the study of the Marlin Street mansion, she previously thought that her uncle was the first type of person.

Human beings who make a deal with the devil will have part of their emotions eaten, and then gradually give up more in order to obtain more powerful power, in order to break through the threshold of the last sacrifice and obtain a more twisted alien mind.

Sacrificing blood relatives is the only way for the fallen to pursue alienation.

But during this period of getting along, she didn't feel the malice caused by going astray. It was only now that the truth was revealed to her.

Then, her smile quickly twisted into a bitter smile involuntarily, for no other reason than that even if the person who inherited the bloodline of the Sealer failed to awaken for a while, there was a possibility of transforming into a dark descendant at any time for the rest of his life. The werewolf's moon mania is so famous that no one wants to fall into uncontrollable madness from time to time.

Turning into an ignorant beast is simply a great punishment for the caster.

If there weren't any outsiders here, she would have cried on the spot.

"So, was this the reason for your warning in the house?" Donna asked weakly.

Clayton sighed: "Yes, I am afraid that you will see my other side, and I am also afraid that I will hurt you on a full moon night."

"Werewolf. Werewolf." The girl still couldn't control her emotions. She murmured in despair. Clayton couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw her like this. He stretched out his arm to pat her back, but was stopped. Donna grabbed it.

But after the girl grabbed his hand, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

She stared at her uncle blankly, and finally grabbed him with one hand, dragging the other hand across her eyes in an unladylike manner, and used her sleeve to wipe away the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.

"Miss, where did you learn magic?" Julius said, which attracted the girl's attention.

Clayton turned his head and gave the wizard a grateful look - no matter what topic he wanted to talk about, just let Donna stop being sad now.

The girl looked at Julius sadly with her yellow eyes, and told him with a choked voice: "Bracola."

The name seemed to violate some kind of taboo.

Julius stopped talking now. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be troubled.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Until three minutes later, Donna was still holding her hand, but Clayton couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted: "Who can explain to me what this name means?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Julius turned his head faintly, with complicated eyes: "That is, the great pied piper, the owner of the candy house who loves to eat lambs, the fairy who turned the prince into a frog, and hundreds of years ago The good-luck witches who cursed a country's citizens to fall into sleep are just classmates of the young lady next to you."

At this moment, the werewolf felt something worse than becoming a werewolf.

"Aren't they all black magicians?!" Clayton shouted in horror.

Donna finally stopped crying. She raised her head, opened her eyes and said angrily to Julius: "Don't mislead my uncle, they have been expelled by Principal Fatia long ago!"