The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The coachman at the city rental house didn't rent a room at the hotel. He was staying with a cousin in town, so he couldn't change rooms with Clayton or Julius.

They were not sure how bad the burnt face would be to the neighbor next door, but after all, Clayton asked the mage, so he decided to take the disadvantage himself and live in the outer room. They quickly packed their luggage—mostly The luggage was with the coachman, so they really had nothing to pack.

There are only six guest rooms in this small hotel, all of which are lined up on the second floor.

The three-foot-wide corridor is quite sufficient. Standing on the edge of the railing and looking down, you can see at a glance the low-rise residential buildings and the cross spires of the small churches in the town.

Werewolves like the all-wood structure of rural buildings. As a pure natural building material, it smells much better than buildings made of cement or bricks.

Julius is human, and because of his special dressing style, he was tired early and had to go back to his room to rest.

Clayton leaned on the railing to enjoy the night view of the town for a while, and then went back to his room. Although he didn't need to sleep, he still felt a little drowsy in the comfortable environment where the cold wind was blowing outside the window and the indoor brazier was bright. .

He paced the room for a few weeks, and finally sat down on the edge of the bed to rest as a human would.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

This interrupted Clayton's gradual rest steps, causing him to curse secretly, but he stood up and went to open the door.

The one standing outside the door was none other than that ugly burned face.

"What's your business?"

Seeing this face, the lieutenant's tone was not good, but the tone did not arouse the other party's disgust, and there was a bit of sincerity on that terrifying face: "My name is Chud Osmar, I am A painter. You should have heard about the choreography of me by those countrymen, right? It was purely their unreasonable associations and malicious speculations about my appearance, which caused great damage to my reputation. I feel the need to Clarify those rumors to you."

The serious guy. Clayton gave this Mr. Trud a label in his heart.

But he still didn't want to deal with the other party.

"Sorry, my companions and I won't be staying here for long. We're leaving after we settle our business matters, so you don't have to care about our opinions."

Chu De lowered his head slightly.

"I see." He didn't bother anymore.

As soon as the old man was seen off, Clayton closed the door and fell asleep soundly.

After breakfast the next day, he called Julius to check on the nearby river beach.

To be on the safe side, he not only brought a pistol and an axe, but also asked the mage to borrow a shovel from Pei Lun, the hotel owner, so as not to find any digging work on the river beach.

Outside Sasha City, the Nidalee River draws a zigzag line to the east, and the town of Rhevo is at the sharpest bend in that line.

For the convenience of fetching water and for different work needs, different people cleared several roads from the town to the forest by the river, and Clayton randomly chose an entrance to walk in. The tall old trees that lost their leaves in winter were shadowy. Standing together, surrounded by narrow narrow paths, excessive shadows and low light make their destination seem farther away than it really is.

When passing through the dense forest lingering with the roar of birds and beasts, the sky became bright again.

Today's sky is a forbidding pale gray, the sun hidden in the clouds, without a trace of warmth.

Julius, who was dressed in green, walked out of the rot-covered area with his legs raised high. After leaving the forest, the suddenly cold air by the river made him very uncomfortable.He stuck the shovel into the ground, folded his arms and sniffed, looking at the sky thoughtfully.

"It is going to rain?"

"It's going to snow." Clayton also raised his head.

Although the two people have different identities, experiences and ages, they still remembered the same day at the same time.

Now that it's snowing time, Genesis is not far away, the time for reunions to celebrate the successful end of the year.

Julius exhaled white smoke, untied his arms, rubbed his palms, and pulled out the shovel again.

"This winter is really deserted."

"Isn't your family still alive? Even Darkin have to celebrate the festival? As far as I know, St. John's Day has long been more than just a white religious festival. The way of celebrating in many areas is even blasphemous in the fundamental religion. Clayton retracted his gaze, and the sound of calm water was not far ahead. Although he could not see the river, the tall waterwheel belonging to the mill had already come into view.

It was turning endlessly, and the wooden skeleton of the main body creaked and creaked.

"Do you think Lin Jing's family is the same as ordinary people, except that there are more children?"

"if not?"

"My youngest brother is ten years older than me!" Julius walked side by side with the lieutenant, spitting on the ground like a rough man, as if it would relieve some pressure. "Several brothers and sisters who failed to inherit the blood of the forest spirit like me have died of old age, and those who are still alive are not in Sasha City." He did not continue.

Clayton understood a little bit, he didn't ask any more, but thought about what kind of presents he would prepare for Donna and Tritis in winter.

It's only November, and there's still plenty of time.

In order to find the original owner of the ivory picture frame pendant, they walked to the river beach, and Julius tried to use magic to trace the location where the grave robber picked up the necklace.

There were no animals on the pale yellow river beach full of gravel to gather water. This may be the reason for the gloomy weather, or it may be that the two men scared them away.

Just as Julius was setting up the magic circle on the river beach, it started to snow.

Clayton is not afraid of the cold, but he does not like air conditioning.

The cold air numbs his sense of smell, making it difficult to distinguish complex smells.

Julius lit the refreshing incense, and applied the oil extracted from verbena to the amethyst bracelet he was wearing. With his eyes closed, he waved his hands and turned around from time to time. The shaman in the ancient legend made all kinds of actions that Clayton couldn't understand.

The lieutenant waited impatiently. Julius didn't dare to touch the necklace, so he had to keep holding it because it was an important material.

Just as he was about to switch hands and hold the necklace, Julius stopped.

"Its original owner did die by the river, but not sure if it was the one that caused the Fog of Doom."

Clayton stuffed the necklace into his pocket and motioned for him to lead the way.

"Just to the west." The mage kicked the unburnt resin into the water without hesitation, then picked up the shovel and walked to the front.

Clayton followed him with confidence in Julius, and did not question until an hour had passed.

"How much longer do we have to go?"

"Wait a little longer, my gnosis will tell me when I arrive at the destination."

Julius was so confident in the results of his spell that he walked straight forward without even looking at the path under his feet.Clayton could only continue to trust him.

By the time he said stop, another hour had passed.

Their footsteps stopped in front of a wetland forest. The ground here is full of potholes, and there may be many gaps in the ground, causing the river to pour down from below and flood the road surface to form large and small puddles and pungent-smelling mud. All the trees look like they are going to fall.

Julius turned around and let out a long sigh of relief:

"The unlucky guy probably died here. In this swamp. But I want to rest for a while, and I will give you the shovel."

He threw the shovel to Clayton, who didn't take it.

The blade of the long ax in Clayton's hand was wider than the front of the shovel, so there was no need to change tools.

But it is not easy to find a corpse in such a large area, especially in the wild, the animals will devour the corpse completely, and even the bones that do not rot may be taken away.Clayton had little hope for this, he could only do his best.

After digging a few times in a place that looked like something was there, the werewolf suddenly felt a hair on his back, and he suddenly looked up into the depths of the dense forest.

A pair of glowing green eyes receded into the darkness.

Those were the eyes of a carnivore.

"What did you find?" Julius asked, leaning against the tree, not minding the rotting bark rubbing against his green silk coat.

"wild animals."

As Clayton said so, he dropped his left hand from the handle of the ax and reached for the revolver at his waist.Although he is a werewolf, he may not be able to defeat the sneak attacks of large beasts when he cannot transform during the day.

He doesn't want to die in the mouth of an ordinary animal, that would be a bit funny.

"Hold the staff, don't expose your back." He warned.

The two were fully on guard for a while, and the feeling of being watched gradually faded from the werewolf's intuition.