Werewolf hunting rules

The legends about werewolves are quite uniform around the world, and this has a lot to do with the propaganda of the White Sect.

Werewolves are a very dangerous shape-shifting monster. It is said that they were originally humans. Because they were cursed, they can switch between beast and human forms.

They are extremely powerful and can recover quickly from injuries. It likes to eat raw meat and has a warlike temperament. At night, it often turns into a wolf and attacks the pasture. It has the ability to control a pack of wolves to coordinate attacks.

During the day, the werewolf will transform into a human and blend into normal society.

As a real werewolf, Clayton Bello can prove that most of these legends are true.

He turned into a werewolf on a full moon night half a month ago, and he also showed unusual signs before that.

Unusually strong appetite, growing taller again, and not feeling tired even after staying up all night

But in terms of social activities, there are no obvious benefits to becoming a werewolf, and being discovered is also troublesome.

Fortunately, we are no longer in those ancient times. The dark races have disappeared. People have long regarded them as legends. Even if Clayton shows any abnormalities, they will not think of them in the direction of monsters.

For example, the doctor he found gave him a diagnosis of pica and paranoia.

After realizing that he was a werewolf, he has been looking for traces of the legendary supernatural world, but because the time is too short, he has not gained anything so far. Unexpectedly, the first person to send clues was his comrade Joe Mani.

Clayton pulled out the ring along the hair, feeling surprised and worried at the same time.

Does this comrade know that the seal is unusual?

After all, Qiao Mani is a person who often goes abroad, so he should be more informed than him, but this may not be a good thing.

He plans to ask when they meet tomorrow.

The Big Tree House is a famous tavern in the city of Sasha.

Its owner, Jason, offers half-price services to veterans.

Seeing the familiar shiny shirtwood tables and chairs, and the bright gas lamps installed on the walls, Clayton felt a sense of intimacy. It was here that he and Joe Mani said their last goodbyes.

But his sense of smell has improved many times compared to before. The strong alcohol volatilizing in the air has a strong irritation to his nasal mucosa, so he doesn't look good.

Clayton had prepared several questions, but now he couldn't ask any of them.

Joe Mani and he were comrades-in-arms, but they didn't get along for long.

At the end of the Loren War, the cavalry company underwent a major change, and it was at that time that Joe was inserted into the cavalry company.

Only the Battle of White Creek was fought together by them, but at that time they had a superior-subordinate relationship. After retiring, they went their separate ways. The relationship between the two did not reach the level of talking about everything, not to mention that four years had passed.

Clayton picked a random topic, hoping to get the information he wanted out of the corner.

"Four years have passed, and you look younger. I didn't expect that traveling can take care of people."

Joe sat across from the square table. He changed into a tight-fitting shirt that highlighted his muscles, and his hair was oiled. He looked like a playboy. It seemed that besides Clayton, he had made an appointment with someone else tonight.

“Travel can’t, but wine and girls can.”

When the waiter poured beer into the large wooden wine glasses in front of them, he raised the glass and clinked it with Clayton.

"Honestly, after embarking on the journey, I realized how difficult it is to travel around the world. Just a small town on the border of Taunton almost left me behind forever. There are so many beautiful things in this world."

"You still dare to go to Taunton? Aren't you afraid of having your throat cut at night?" Clayton raised an eyebrow.

The opponent of the Kingdom of Dorne in the Battle of Loren was Taunton. The war for the colony finally ended with the victory of the Kingdom of Dorne, but the hatred between the two sides was settled.

Joe shook the cup: "I'm not stupid enough to reveal that I once joined the army."

Clayton pinched his nose and took a sip of wine. When he put down the glass, he had turned into a white beard: "Actually, it's okay if you say so. After all, you don't have any blood debt on your body."

Joe Mani coughed, but then burst into laughter.

When he entered the army, the cavalry company was short of men. Although he only had the experience of riding a mule, he stood out among the new recruits and was inserted into Clayton's cavalry company by his superiors.

Of course, a cavalryman who cannot ride a horse cannot go to the battlefield, so Clayton arranged for him to do logistics, which avoided fighting with the enemy.

"What you said is true. But your arrangement also made me suffer a lot. Samuel and Ken were jealous of me. During the period before the Battle of White Creek, I had to fight twice a day. , this is no easier than going to the battlefield."

"But you figured it out in your own way."

Clayton raised his glass: "Here's to Joe Mani and his impressive cooking skills."

Joe clinked glasses with him again.

After two more rounds of drinking, Clayton wanted to ask about the Inquisition Bishop's Seal in a sideways way, but Joe didn't give him the chance.

"What do you think this is?"

Qiao mysteriously took out two ticket-like things from his arms, but they were so crude that they were almost hand-drawn. This looks like the kind of ticket a traveling circus would sell.

Clayton read out the words on the ticket in surprise: "Angel with Broken Wings? I've never heard of it."

"Then I'll show you around in a moment. This time you've benefited from me."

People were coming and going in the underground theater, and the screams of young men and women could be heard in the confined space.

The rows of red seats use color to make people's emotions more exciting.

Joe Mani held a bottle of wine and asked his old friend Clayton Bello to follow him to the reserved seat.

Clayton's face didn't look very good as his burly body squeezed through the crowd that smelled of bad perfume and sweat.

He thought he would feel better after leaving the tavern and be able to talk about business, but he didn't expect to be brought to a place like this by Joe again.

"Broken Wing Angel" is a secretive strip club. Not only does it smell bad, the ceiling and floor are also tattered, and the red cloth on the outside of the seats is torn.

But the strange thing is that even if the environment is so bad, the audience who comes here to watch the performance is still overcrowded.

"What's the matter, Lieutenant? You look so ugly?"

Joe patted the armrest, and Clayton sat down next to him.

"It's nothing, I just feel a bit smelly here."

Qiao suddenly put down the green wine bottle: "Oh, this is actually normal. If you care, just be careful and don't touch the armrests and the backs of the seats in front of you."

Clayton frowned. He was sure that the topic the other party was talking about was different from his own.

"Stop talking about that, the performance is about to start." Qiao lifted his right leg and put it on his left leg, excitedly.

The staff signaled on the stage with a countdown card. As the card showing 1 appeared, all the lights in the venue were turned off.

Three seconds later, a bright light hit the blank stage.

Clayton looked up at the iron platform above the stage, where someone was operating a delicate mirror device that could be manipulated to move the lighting. It was very delicate. Just one lantern can illuminate a large area.

Amidst the exotic string sounds, the enchanting dancer in pink gauze appeared slowly to the rhythm.

She has curly long black hair, skin as white as snow, and a cloth wrapped around her body instead of clothes. Barefooted, her plump body twists like a snake under the light, which is particularly eye-catching.

In the darkness of the light, there were some unidentifiable backup dancers dressed in the same costume, swaying together.

Due to the veil, Clayton could not see clearly the appearance of the main dancer, but the cheers at the scene let him know how popular the dancer was.

"Rosa! Rosa!"

"Rosa! Queen of the Night!"

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To be honest, if Joe hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have known there was such a place locally.

Clayton is not surprised by this. Although he has stayed in Sasha City for four years, Joe is a local who grew up here. It is natural that he knows this city better than him, not to mention that he has no interest in this kind of place. , and will not actively search for it.

Just a little weird.

He looked around with his peripheral vision to make sure he saw it correctly.

There were not only men in the audience, but also some women dressed as men, which made him a little surprised.

Could it be that this striptease club attracts customers with its excellent artistic attainments, so it can be accepted by both male and female audiences?

But can you still be serious after doing striptease?

"How did you find this place?" he asked Joe.

The Grand Traveler had no time to talk to him, because the dancer was taking off her scarf and preparing to throw it to the stands.

Joe almost stood up and raised his hands in the standard military gesture used to signal friendly forces to airships.

His movements were not sudden, as the people in the two rows in front were all like this, and there were also people from behind who reached out, forming a wave. Clayton was unique in sitting calmly in his position. He was completely blocked and could not see what was happening in front of him.

Clayton couldn't understand them; this behavior seemed to him a little crazy.

He held his hat down to prevent it from being rubbed off by the hand from behind.

"I hit it, I got it!"

Joe Mani's hard work paid off, and he won the "laurel" among the competitors. He covered his shoulders with a pink gauze scarf, turned around and showed off to the people around him and even further away.

Clayton saw jealousy and envy in the eyes of others, but no one continued to take action.

It was as if the crazy scramble just now didn't exist.

People indulge freely here, but they also follow strict rules that are invisible in strip clubs.

After tidying up their clothes, they sat down again and continued to enjoy the dance performance.

Creighton was surprised by their training. He looked at the culprit on Joe and asked, "What's the point of getting the scarf?"

Qiao proudly picked up a corner of the gauze scarf: "Snatching the gauze scarf means that I can spend one night with Ms. Rosa."

Clayton's nose quivered and he sneezed.

In addition to the smell of perfume, he also smelled a strange odor from the gauze scarf, which was vaguely familiar.

As soon as he entered the theater, he smelled the smell, but the smell was particularly strong on this gauze scarf.

Joe also sniffed the gauze affectionately, but looking at his intoxicated expression, Clayton knew that he didn't smell anything other than perfume. After all, it was an ordinary person's sense of smell.

Something is really strange here.