The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 155 Sharp turn down
Mr. Trud Osmar's irascibility made a deep impression on everyone.

Clayton finally understood why the locals didn't like him anymore.

However, the matter between master and servant is not worthy of sympathy. Now there are no slaves. Quoke is a free man. If he does not plan to leave Chude, outsiders can't say anything.

Compared with outsiders, the lieutenant is now more concerned about his own physical condition.

As soon as he entered the room and closed the door, he didn't suppress the pain anymore, his pupils dilated again, and the blood-red liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth again.

He took off his shirt, and several spots of his muscular, pale body were hot and swollen from internal bleeding.

Trembling, Clayton reached for the table knife from the table, walked to the empty wastebasket in the room and knelt down, aimed at the abnormally raised part and stabbed fiercely, thick blood shot out along the blade , quickly flooded the bottom color of the empty bucket, but also fell a little on the floor.

The shock of falling from the second floor penetrated deep into his abdomen, causing the foreign flesh and blood to rub against the original flesh and blood again. The pain made him suffer in every possible way, but he could not die.

Heartbreaking pain bursts from the part where the flesh and blood grew like a tide, causing his muscles to spasm endlessly.

The water level in the bucket gradually rises until it reaches a third of its height.

After bloodletting himself, Clayton leaned against the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for the pain to go away.

The wound healed quickly, but weakness followed. It became more and more arrogant, and even suppressed the werewolf's violent instinct.

Clayton made up his mind to perform a spellbinding ritual.

On the way to Revo that day, he asked Julius about the spell.Although the green-haired mage is a human being, he has been swayed by the elders and knows far more information about the darkborn than him, including the ritual of the curse.

In this regard, Julius has nothing to hide.

As the main way for darkin to seek transcendent power, the ritual of confinement is not complicated, but it needs to be used with extreme caution.

There is a premise that has to be explained here. Darkborn is a very general term.

It is not the existence inspired by the dark moon that is called darkin, but the existence that cannot inherit the power of the great sun is collectively called darkin. Wizards and some special extraordinary creatures do not belong to darkin. They can accept the white religion Healing miracles, just because of pagan beliefs, as heresies are also crowned with the same title.

In general, excluding the general pagans, the darkin who are cursed and alienated from the body to the spirit are divided into three categories according to the source of power and lifestyle.

The family of the moon, the family of nature and the family of the void.

Of course, their distinction is sometimes not very clear.

The "dark descendants" in the popular sense generally refer to the family members of the moon, which are also the most widely distributed, and are the main audience of the curse ceremony.

The werewolves that Clayton belonged to were a pure group of dark descendants inspired by the dark moon, and they had the most prominent characteristics of the family members of the moon.The curse is their main source of strength and the source of life.

And the curse is just the way to absorb the excess curse into the body to gain strength.

Under the joint induction of spirit and body, the Darkborn traced back to the ancestors of blood, and guided the power of the curse once borne by his deceased ancestors into his body.

Because the source of the bloodline is closely related to these curses, its descendants inherit the same resistance while inheriting the bloodline, so they can bear more shares, and can also accept part of the information buried in the curse.

But mass infusions of curses through rituals skip the steps of accumulation and run a greater risk of getting out of control.

Especially for groups like werewolves who rely more on instinct, before they perform the curse ceremony, the cursed must be fully prepared, otherwise it is easy to indulge in the remaining hunting memories of ancient ancestors and cannot extricate themselves.

The weight of the curse absorbed by the binding ceremony cannot be adjusted, but it is generally the share of the cursed person for five to ten years under the natural efficiency.

After clearing the Mists of Doom, Creighton decided to perform a spellbinding ceremony near Revo.

He wanted to completely get rid of the imprint left by the spider priest on his body, and the massive werewolf curse brought about by the curse would drive away the alien curse at once, so that he would no longer be weak.

To do this, he must restore his luck to normal and eliminate all external interference.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, took a few breaths, then got down and dragged out the brazier under the bed, and lit the fuel inside with a lighter made of flint.

When the blood is lost, it also takes away part of the temperature, and he feels a little cold now.

Grabbing the coat he took off casually, Clayton wrapped it around his waist, intending to lie on the bed for a while, but the warm flames made his nose get rid of the cold air, and his sense of smell returned to normal.

This made him instantly smell another person's fresh scent in his own bed.

He went to the oblique corner of the room by the window, where the ax had the same smell.

Someone has turned over his room.

When Ian Lazarus returned with good news, he saw his employer and the innkeeper discussing a very unpleasant topic.

"Pei Lun, do you have a spare key for the guest room?"

Clayton asked, standing at the counter, with Julius standing behind him.

Pei Lun was sitting in the back eating biscuits. He sat up straight when he saw them, and put down the food when he heard the question.

"Of course there is a spare key, here it is." He took out a whole bunch of keys from the compartment behind the counter where the two-handed sword was placed and put them on the table, looking at Clayton in puzzlement: "Did you lose your keys?"

Clayton shook his head. "No, I just wanted to know if you had the guy come in and clean while we were out?"

Pei Lun replied: "It's nothing. You haven't booked here for a long time. If you need to clean the room, I can ask the clerk to do it now. There is no extra charge for this service."

"Free" sounds like a good thing, but the stubborn customer in front of him still shook his head.

"No, Pei Lun, I just want to say that there may be a thief among your buddies. Although he didn't steal anything, he turned my room into a mess."

Ian Lazarus stopped behind Clayton, wondering if he should remind his employer of the good news he had brought.

He couldn't see Clayton's expression, but he saw the innkeeper, Little Perun, stunned for a while.

"Besides the cook, I only have one guy here," Pei Lun said.

Clayton Bello's voice was calm and steady, and there was almost no anger, but it made people feel that something was wrong: "That's him."

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was joking, Pei Lun took a deep breath, turned around and greeted the young waiter loudly.

"Bill!"

The sound was heard upstairs, and Mr. Chu De went downstairs again.

Bill still didn't come out yet.

The painter didn't go down the stairs completely, he still stepped on the steps with one foot, turned half of his body and looked suspiciously at the people around the counter.

"What happened."

Clayton didn't tell him what happened, he just brushed it off.

"It's a small matter, we can solve it soon."

Since he was unwilling to speak as the person involved, Pei Lun had no intention of explaining. They were just waiting here for Bill to come out.

Seeing that they were all silent, Chu De Osmar simply came down from the stairs and stood by the counter to wait for the development of the matter.

But after about ten seconds, there was still no response from the back of the kitchen.

Pei Lun called the young waiter's name again, and finally there was a panicked response from the backyard.

"Sorry sir, I'll be right over!"

"This kid..." Pei Lun turned around and sighed in front of everyone.

Of course, this boy could not be his child, but an apprentice recruited from the city. The workhouse inspector of St. Sollot paid a fee of 8 pounds as a tuition fee to let the boy learn to cook with him. And the ability to settle accounts.

In the past, they got along pretty well, but the guests were so swearing that there might indeed be a case of theft.

There were no other guests in the hotel during the day. When he was sweeping snow, he hid the spare key in the grid on the counter. There were many grids on the counter. Only Bill and the cook knew his habit and could find the key at once.

But the cook went to find his lover after making breakfast, and he hasn't come back yet
"If he did it, I'll teach him a lesson, I promise," Perron said to Clayton, who swore he was telling the truth.

Clayton is noncommittal about such claims.

They waited for another ten seconds or so, but Bill still didn't come out.

Pei Lun couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you shitting in the yard?! Why are you so slow?!" He snarled and got up, and left his stool angrily, and if he caught Bill in a while, he ordered the kid to slap him a few times to make him remember.

Ian Lazarus stopped him.

"I'll go take a look."

Pei Lun looked at him, and finally gave way to the aisle.

A man with a gun all over his body might let that bastard know the seriousness of the matter.

Ian walked through the gloomy, greasy hallway, and a few mice flashed by in the corner. When he reached the open-air backyard, the light got rid of the dimness and returned to a blinding white.

Bill was there, next to the pile of firewood waiting to be split.

He half-kneeled in front of the stake, and desperately pulled out an ax that was inserted into the firewood. When he saw Detective Hook coming, he paused his movements, with a panic expression on his face.

Ian walked over and saw that a piece of the boy's scattered shoelace was smashed into the firewood to be split by the axe, hindering the blade of the axe, making it stuck only half way down.But his strength was too weak, which made him unable to pull out the axe, and could not continue to split the firewood to remove the shoelaces. If he wanted to return to the hall, he had to drag this heavy piece of firewood across.

"You don't move." Ian whispered.

He took out his dagger, pried a few times at the crack in the firewood, failed to break it open, and had to cut the shoelace.

"Boss Pei Lun is calling you, go quickly."

"Thank you, sir. He must be mad at me for not putting the dishes away in time." Bill gave him a grateful look, and ran to the back kitchen. Ian didn't have time to tell him why, but he thought it didn't matter— He always needs to know.

The detective walked slowly behind, watching the teenager move a tall stack of plates and move in front of him with difficulty.

The stack of plates was so high that Bill had to poke his head out from behind to see the way.When he walked into the lobby from the aisle next to the counter, he saw everyone looking at him, and stopped in fear.

Mr. Trud hooked his fingers towards him, and then tapped Clayton with the thumb of the other hand:
"This new gentleman wants to see you."

The boy looked at Clayton, with a frightened expression suddenly appearing on his face. With a shake of his hand, several plates slipped down and shattered into pieces.

Hearing the sound of broken porcelain, he subconsciously looked down at his feet, but the shaking of his body caused more plates to fall off. He raised his feet in a panic to step back, but he heard Pei Lun's voice in his ear.

"Stupid, don't move!"

As a result, Bill's feet that had been lifted in mid-air stopped again, and the heavy plate in his hand made him unable to hold his balance. His body tilted and rotated backwards, and then fell to the ground.

Under everyone's gaze, he didn't get up again.

(End of this chapter)