The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 145 Doom Jewel
By the time Clayton arrived to rust the silver coins the next day, Julius had arrived.

"The man with the green hair is waiting for you." Charlotte said reluctantly from behind the counter, trying to keep her voice down.

Clayton nodded to her, and went to the studio on the second floor by himself.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, or the amulet donated by Donna really had its effect, but he felt that his luck had returned to normal.

The way home last night was smooth, the smell was fragrant, and even the sound of people knocking on the window passing by the next street seemed less harsh.Perhaps the long list of encounters that occurred yesterday afternoon was just a once-in-a-lifetime coincidence, and everyone has a day in their lives when they are particularly unfortunate.

So, he suddenly felt that he might not need Julius that much anymore.

Pushing open the door of the studio, a young man with long dark green hair was sitting on his seat, fiddling with Clayton's unfinished fake medal with great interest. This kind of uninvited attitude almost made the other party Get in touch with Tritis.

"Why can't you move a stool yourself?" Clayton kicked a low stool to the table and motioned for Julius to move quickly from his seat.

The latter got up from the chair without haste, without feeling ashamed at all.

"How was your last night?" His tone didn't sound caring.

"not bad."

Clayton went to the window and threw it open for air.

This answer was a bit unexpected. Julius sat opposite him for a moment, but his expression soon returned to normal.

"That's not bad. Now we can continue yesterday's topic. I brought a crystal ball, and I can quickly find out whether you are cursed or not."

He took out a familiar small crystal ball and put it on the table, let Clayton smear a little blood on it, and then muttered, and soon, this small crystal ball with a diameter about the size of an ordinary person's thumb glowed with colorful streamers. But the core is faintly black.

Clayton looked at it, the omen looking ominous.

"What does it mean?"

Julius frowned tightly, he looked up at Clayton, and then lowered his head in disbelief.

"It shouldn't be like this, you should be unlucky."

"I think you're cursing me right now." Clayton took off his coat and hung it on a side rack, then sat down and put his hat on the table.

A white bug crawled up the side of the table and caught his eye.

This is a termite.

Squeaky——

The chair under Clayton let out a mournful sound. The wood eaten by insects cracked and bent under the weight of more than 200 pounds. The two chair legs at the front twisted into the shape of kneeling human legs at the same time. tilted forward.

His body tilted synchronously, and his entire face was slapped heavily on the table, causing the debris on it to jump up.

Seeing this scene, Julius, who was opposite him, breathed a sigh of relief holding the crystal ball.

"That's what it sounds like."

"I think maybe you are cursing me." Clayton stood up with the table on his back, and he looked at Julius with a bad expression.

Julius spread his hands: "It's an honor for you to think so, but unfortunately, my level is not so high."

Clayton couldn't speak, so he had to kick the damaged chair all the way to the side corner, but then he suddenly thought of something, went to the coat rack, put his hand in his coat pocket, and pulled out a straw doll. Attached to the belt.

The mage's eyes were attracted by this little toy.

"what is that?"

"A gift amulet. I think it should be useful. I was safe until I took it off just now." Clayton fiddled with it.

Julius's expression was quite different from before, and he became unusually serious.

"Where did it come from?"

"The ladies bought it at the bazaar."

The mage held out his hand: "I need to see it."

The lieutenant had to take it down and give it to him again.

The straw doll was tossing and turning obediently in the mage's hands, but he never gave any explanation.

Eventually, he returned the doll to Creighton.

"I think this is an illusion, there is no power of blessing on it."

"Is there no possibility of seeing it wrong?" Clayton asked with some regret, he naturally had expectations for Donna's gift.

Julius snorted coldly: "Its weaving method does use the straw weaving skills taught by the Druids, but unless the vendor who sells this doll is a priest of the Druids, there is no possibility of hiding it from my eyes. "

The lieutenant still put the doll away carefully and listened to the mage's summary.

"I'm sure your luck has been hoodwinked, but that's not the same as a curse," Julius concluded, crooning the golden words left by the ancient sages: "Even the powerless, the sun and the moon judge Fate, the execution of its life palace can also save people from punishment and keep their lives forever."

"Only newborn babies don't have luck, which is why they are prone to accidental death. After one year old, their luck starts to grow."

"Your current situation is that the life palace is empty, and there is something that blocks the grace of the moon and makes you return to the original state. It may be that the person you killed formed a demon spirit after death, or it may be that you took the initiative to contact Items that contain the mist of doom, so the Palace of the Four Beginnings is blinded and unable to connect with nature."

Clayton has been reading books related to the occult during this time, so it doesn't take much time to understand them.

He began to doubt the first possibility. Nearly ten people died in his hands last month. If someone lingered and wanted to take revenge on him, it was a matter of course.

However, he remembered that the conditions for forming a demon spirit were relatively harsh.

In order for the deceased to become a demon spirit, he must have resentment towards the murderer and what happened to him before he died.

And as long as you have predicted and understood your own fate, the grievances will not be so pure. Only those who think they are innocent and die of grievances can be transformed into demon spirits. Soldiers who know that they may die at any time did not turn into demon spirits. spiritual qualifications.

Clayton felt that none of the people he had recently killed died unjustly. Even if they were enemies, they knew what would happen to him in the future.

The only uncertain factor is Athina Prugget, whose arrogance may feed resentment.

However, this guess was rejected by Julius after he raised it.

"The spider priest is the least likely person to turn into a demon spirit. She has already traded all her existence to the demon. If she dies, all the memories and emotions will be swallowed up by the demon, and the remaining soul will be transformed into them. like, into the abyss."

"Then it can only be a matter of the fog of doom, or are there other possibilities?" Clayton said, but he hadn't learned the entry for the fog of doom.

"Of course there are other possibilities. But demon spirits and fog of doom are the most common ones. I can't observe the fog of doom, so I can only rely on questions to rule out impossible things. Have you come into contact with any new gadgets recently? For example Something that looks a bit older—”

Julius rubbed his feet against the ground, dragged the low stool around half a circle, and his eyes took in all the decorations in the room, so the sound gradually died down.

The antique dealer is full of things that look old, he seems to be asking nonsense.

"Actually, there are."

Clayton opened a drawer on the left side of the table with a key, and pulled out a rectangular decorative box lined with red velvet soft cloth. He opened it, and there were three different jewelry in it, among which the ivory pendant was The necklace was picked out by him.

"I have only received such a piece of jewelry since I resumed my business."

He offered the necklace, but Julius not only didn't take it, he jumped up and took several steps back, kicking the stool over.

"Are you still trying to kill me? Don't bring it here!" he screamed.

Clayton withdrew his hand, and he suddenly remembered the scene where the grave robber sent this jewelry.

The same was true of the fat old man, who broke the glass with the slightest touch of his hand on his counter, and was obliged to lose money, and was almost taken away by the sheriff when Charlotte notified him.

This is of course a bad omen, but before Julius explained the possibility to him, he subconsciously thought it was his own misfortune—it was his counter that was broken by the grave robber.

Seeing that Clayton didn't insist on reaching out, Julius regained his composure, and returned to the low stool to sit down.

"Don't easily hand over the item with the mist of doom to others. If the other party doesn't refuse, it means in mysticism that he will accept the item and any attachments attached to it. This is the same as not opening the door to strange creatures. The logic is the same."

He said fortunately: "I almost reached out to catch it just now, but luckily I reacted quickly."

Clayton didn't listen to Julius' last words, he suddenly understood the existence of the necklace in his hand at this moment.

"Isn't this the doom jewel? Damn it!"

"You know it?"

"Which antique dealer doesn't know about this kind of thing?" The lieutenant asked angrily.

Doom Jewels are known for being bad luck, and it is said that these jewels were once worn by their famous but tragic original owners, thus inheriting the extraordinary quality of bad luck.Dealing with such antiquities was taboo in his line of business, and the few money-grubbers who dared to touch the doom jewels soon lost their families.

Even in the past, when he hadn't discovered the extraordinary world, he had already kept a respectful distance from this kind of jewelry with a dangerous reputation.

Creighton hadn't thought of the necklace as doom jewels until Julius reminded him.

Because it's so cheap.

Even if it is such an evil thing, there are many collectors who do not believe in evil, or have special interests. Continue to add value.

The owner of this ivory necklace doesn't look like a celebrity, but if Clayton were dead now, it would double its value.

To put it mildly – ​​he was in the early stages of shaping the legend of the Doom Jewels.

Knowing that Clayton understood something similar, Julius relaxed a little. He leaned back slightly, but sat up straight again when he realized that there was no chair behind the low stool.

"Looks like I don't need to talk too much, do you know how to deal with it?"

"I'll find an evil rich man with very different interests and sell him this necklace."

The mage coughed.

"Great, don't forget to remind your family to post your obituary before you die, and I will visit your funeral at that time."

　Please take a leave tomorrow, I will adjust my schedule again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)