Werewolf hunting rules

The front door of the hotel is wide open, the lights are bright, and people gather together to celebrate the new night.

The arrival of Clayton and his team was not noticed by them. They were obsessed with wine bottles and cards, preparing for a new night of intoxication.

The same measure failed yesterday, but this cannot affect their determination to fight to the end, but no one knows whether their purpose of finding werewolves has changed now. Maybe they prefer that werewolves lurk so that they can have enough moral support to live a life of hangovers every night.

Clayton asked Little Perun for a basin of hot water and washed his trophies in the backyard.

Both the blood-stained coins and the activated snakeskin belt needed proper cleaning, especially the latter. He planned to give this belt to Donna for personal protection tomorrow, and it was still stained with the blood of the previous owner. But no.

And the new glorious hand, he tied each finger together with a tight rope to prevent it from making any sudden noise, and then put it in his pocket.

When it was time to fall asleep, Donna ran down.

"Do you need a bed?" She asked sheepishly: "I heard that um, the kind of being I will become in the future does not need to sleep. So..."

Clayton always felt like something similar had happened, but he didn't remember Donna ever coming to the backyard.

"That's right." He nodded and admitted, "What, is there something wrong with your room?"

"I don't know." Donna said dejectedly. She had taken off the sweater on her upper body, and put her hands behind her back to scratch through her single clothes: "Just now, I suddenly felt dizzy in my room, breathless, and my skin... It was also itchy and painful, and I suspected that some bug had entered the room, but even after turning on the light, I couldn't find it."

This is a bit strange. It is winter now, and Clayton has never heard of such cold-resistant poisonous insects.

But considering that the temperature drops started this month, and the people of Ghevo have been lighting fires in the streets recently, this may not be impossible.

"You sit here for a while, and I'll go take a look in your room."

Clayton was going to go upstairs to deal with this matter, and then let Donna go back. A room with a fire pit was better than a bed next to a haystack. The smell of sheep here was too strong.

He went upstairs, and the door to the second-to-last room from the end was still open. When Donna went out, she was in a hurry and didn't have time to close the door. This detail made Clayton frown, and he planned to educate her later.

Heavy footsteps pressed against the floor, making constant creaking sounds. The damaged railings next to it still had not been repaired, giving people a sense of crumbling crisis.

He stood in front of the door and couldn't help but tremble. The influence of the smell of sheep on his sense of smell gradually faded away, and a strange smell followed.

It's hard for a werewolf to describe the smell;

It is neither a fragrance nor a stink, but if someone can smell it, they will immediately feel bored and sick, as if their whole body is soaked in a bucket full of castor oil.

Clayton took a few deep breaths, and there was even a feeling of numbness spreading on his skin.

The smell was obviously responsible for the weirdness that Donna felt.

Clayton felt that not only his nasal cavity, but also his own skin was suffocated, and he couldn't even tell the source of the smell.

He endured the feeling of nausea and walked into the room. The window inside was also open. Ventilation didn't do much to improve the smell, so he suspected the smell was coming from outside.

He walked to the window and looked out, and saw a strange thing on the roof of the house opposite.

It looked like a deformed human leg, white and slender, with no hair on the outside, but it had the same anti-joint structure as a werewolf's leg. Its main body was hidden behind the chimney, and only this smooth and reflective leg was exposed. He wanted to make another observation, but the thing quickly moved and disappeared behind the chimney quietly like a gecko.

Clayton clearly saw that the thing's feet were exposed when it raised its legs and moved. The color on them was also similar to that of a human, but the structure was more like a rabbit's feet.

He subconsciously wanted to turn over and catch up, but when he put his hands on the outer edge of the window frame, he felt a piece of grease. He brought his hand to his nose and sniffed, and was immediately sure that the grease was the source of the sticky smell.

Clayton's expression changed, and he reached out to hold the lighting candlestick against the window edge.

Under the light, he could clearly see that in the grease, in addition to the marks he had just made, there were also strange scratch marks, which seemed to be left by human fingers when applying it. But the average person would obviously not be able to stand on such a high wall, nor would they have the strength to do such a thing while fixing their body with one hand.

The answer was obvious. Clayton looked at the direction where the strange thing disappeared and spat, anger rising in his heart.

Although he didn't know why the ghost did what it did, it obviously had bad intentions towards Donna, otherwise why would it bother to smear this evil oil on the exterior wall?

He leaned out and illuminated the exterior wall with candlelight, and found that there were also traces of reflective oil stains under Julius's window. Obviously, both rooms had been marked by the guy. Now Clayton was almost certain that it was the beast that was attracted by bad luck. It was because she shared his fate that Donna was targeted. The reason why the other party did not target him was also easy to explain. That beast The hand of glory is at work.

Julius was right, it was coming.

Clayton pushed up the window, walked out of the room, and walked to Julius' door. He wanted to find his mage advisor to discuss how to deal with the "beast".

However, as soon as he opened the door, the pungent aroma inside made him retreat.

"What are you doing?!"

The windows in the room were closed, and even the curtains were drawn. The four corners of the room were filled with incense. Several overlapping geometric shapes were drawn on the ground in the middle with strange paints. Pei Lun, the innkeeper, was sitting inside. Julius holds a paintbrush and adds details to the pattern.

As soon as he saw Clayton come in, Perun jumped up, but he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Julius added the last stroke calmly, and then raised his head: "I'm just looking for something meaningful to do in my free time. Mr. Perron is troubled by lovesickness and hopes to find a good match through divination."

Of course, this is certainly not a free service.

"I can come back tomorrow," Pei Lun muttered, walked around Clayton and quickly walked away from the door.

Clayton was about to talk serious business with Julius alone, and it was best that Perron was willing to leave voluntarily.

When Perun walked away, he immediately closed the door and shared the new information with the wizard:

"Julius, you are right, that beast has set its sights on us."

The wizard sighed. He was looking for a relaxing and interesting job to refresh his mood, but he didn't want to deal with those heavy topics all day long.

"When did this happen?"

"About the time you were drawing."

Clayton strode to the window and opened the curtains, showing him the greasy marks on the outside edge of the window frame.

"Donna said the room was uncomfortable, so I came up to check on it and saw that son of a bitch lying on the roof across the way, and you and Donna had this disgusting paint painted on the bottom of your windows. of grease.”

Because he had to close the windows and smoke incense before, Julius didn't notice anything unusual in the outside world. This change surprised him.

He frowned, dipped some oil in his finger and put it under his nose. As a human, although his sense of smell was not as good as that of a werewolf, it was still much more sensitive than that of other ordinary people.

The experience of studying pharmacy also came into play at this moment, which allowed him to make a sufficiently accurate judgment.

"It smells like some kind of biological grease and has a slight paralyzing effect. It's a good idea to apply it on the vents. The grease will evaporate naturally and people indoors will inhale it just by opening the windows, but applying it this way will make it less effective. A lot, these amounts.”

He poked his head out to see the area covered by the grease, and concluded: "It will probably give me a sweet enough sleep."

It is difficult for ordinary people to detect this substance, but wizards are different. They have been trained since childhood to recite long strings of incantations and straighten their breath to communicate with nature. Therefore, the strength of their lungs is similar to that of professional singers and sailors. The slightest discomfort in breathing can be noticed immediately.

Hearing the wizard say this, Clayton couldn't help but frown: "You mean, it's actually harmless?"

"It does not have the ability to directly kill people, but it has a way of making you at the mercy of others. If you continue to ingest volatile oils and fats all day long, you will become sluggish and distracted even when you are awake. Well, I now believe that it is the 'beast' that the locals call it. If not, it could not have made no noise when it attacked the animal shed. The guard dogs might have been stunned by this substance. "

Dogs are smaller, so the dose required for poisoning is smaller.

If even the cattle and sheep under attack are drowsy, then naturally the watchdog will not be spared either.

Julius unscrewed a bottle and washed his hands with the potion inside. "For a beast, it seems too smart. Poisoning is not a skill that any animal can master. Have you seen what it looks like?"

Clayton answered what he saw, the deformed humanoid leg that impressed him.

"So you didn't see it all. Did it see you?"

"I don't think so."

The wizard was thoughtful. He held his forehead and thought for a while, then told Clayton: "We should discuss it with Donna. Since it does this, it may come back tonight. We can prepare an ambush here. If not If it succeeds, tomorrow we will make its existence known to the public and let the locals deal with it.”

Julius wanted to make a fortune, and if the locals were involved, even if they killed the beast in the end, there would be some dispute over the ownership of the body.

But after experiencing the afternoon battle, he didn't want to take any more risks for the time being.

They went downstairs to see Donna, but the girl was already asleep on the simple bed beside the haystack.