The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The night fell quickly, and at this moment Creighton hadn't even been able to speak to Priest Louis.

They went to church, but Priest Louis was currently the only priest in the town. Once the townspeople regained their composure, they picked out a few exceptionally strong and trustworthy men to protect him and prevent outsiders from contacting him.

Clayton and Julius were still waiting near the church, and were soon told to return to their temporary residence and not to go out. They had no choice but to return to the hotel again.

The snowflakes from the sky were falling one after another, and they saw many familiar faces on the way back.

The group of people who went out together to send the priest away outside the town just now were considered safe and reliable. The men among them formed a patrol team, a group of several households, holding torches, pitchforks, or shotguns and bows and arrows to search back and forth on the street. He tried his best to pull out that damned werewolf and beat him to death.

Even though he knew that they were not targeting him, Clayton couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw such a big battle.

After confirming that the "beast" is not just a wild beast, but a shape-shifter that can blend in with the crowd, the townspeople made sufficient preparations. They set up huge crosses on the streets and squares before the night really fell. Wooden stakes were lit with grease, and the blazing holy symbols were everywhere. The early snow on the ground shone brightly under the light of the fire, while the fluttering snowflakes melted just by approaching them.

There is light shining everywhere, and this form makes it impossible for monsters to hide at night.

Some traditional coping methods hidden in superstitions and customs are activated at this moment. People panic, but look at this crisis with excitement.

Except for the selected defenders, everyone else was ordered to stop going out on the streets, even those who were working, and had to stay at home and wait for the next order from the elders or priests.

Clayton and the other guests of the hotel had to stay indoors, and it was the first time he saw other guests besides Master Chude.

The two guests sat at the edge of a table, both wearing round felt hats, and their clothes were mainly light and thin sweaters, without coats, and the thin sweaters were dyed a lot of colors.They seemed to be doing something that required concentration before, and they were all irritated by the sudden interruption of the notice. After complaining a few words, they were bored cutting sausages on the plate in the hotel.

Clayton walked over to say hello, his tone relaxed.

"Good evening, both of you, it seems that you are also painters? Just like Mr. Osmar next door?"

He originally wanted to ask Ian to find out the results of the investigation, but the other party dispersed with other townspeople after hearing the howl of wolves, which made him very helpless.

The two strangers looked at each other and nodded at him, and the one on the left asked back.

"How did you know?"

The lieutenant smiled: "I have also learned a little painting, so I know what kind of painting will stain the clothes."

Apart from the paint on their clothes, their fingers and wrists are thick and powerful, their eyes are bright, but the muscles of their necks and shoulders are very stiff. Apart from painters, he can't think of any other occupations that can create such a body.

Both painters also laughed.

"You have good eyesight. We are here to work in Gerwo at the invitation of the priest."

"To restore the frescoes in the chapel?" Clayton asked.

They nodded without hesitation: "This is the only job in this small town. Although the salary is average, this job is respectable."

Clayton showed a knowing expression.

"That's really good. Is Mr. Osmar with you?"

"He's not." The artist who answered his denial added: "He did come here to look for a job before, a little earlier than us. But his servant is too fat, and he can't paint, so he can't be a mural restoration assistant. job, so the priest ended up giving the job to us."

"So it is."

Clayton made a posture of being devoted to being taught, quietly praised the other party's skills a few times, and then took advantage of the situation to chat with the two painters.

The business of antique dealers is very broad. In fact, the lieutenant prefers to call himself a rare item dealer. He can get involved in any worthwhile business. Talking with these painters can not only understand the popularity of different painting genres, but also learn A little experience in identifying fakes.

Julius waited impatiently, hoping that Creighton would be more concerned about lifting the fog of doom instead of chatting with strangers here.But he also knew that there was not much they could do right now.

The young owner of the inn, Pei Lun, sat behind the counter and was worried. He lost a clerk, and the cook was locked up at home. Today's dinner was made for the guests. Fortunately, there were not many guests tonight. The entire first floor of the inn was empty There were only five people, and it was very deserted.

After worrying for a long time, he finally made up his mind to take out his ancestral two-handed sword, and then sat down at the guest table holding the sword.

There are still some sheep in the backyard, but those low-level animals can't give him a sense of security.

Clayton caught a glimpse of his movement from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but reach out to his waist to check the old man in the holster.

But to be honest, after thinking about it, the lieutenant decided that the 'beast' raging in Revo was not a werewolf.

Today is not a full moon, and the werewolf can completely shut up and eat. It would be superfluous to reveal his identity through wolf howling, unless he was showing off his strength—in such a stupid way.

The townspeople thought that the shout belonged to the werewolves, purely because they thought the patrols had completely enveloped the periphery of the town, and no foreign beasts would break in, so they blamed the shapeshifters who could disguise themselves as humans.

But everyone ignored the possibility that the howling of wolves that carried through the sky above Rewo might be made by humans, and had nothing to do with the 'beast' at all.

Of course, this is just the lieutenant's guess. He hasn't learned howling yet, so he can't criticize the meaning of howling wolves from a linguistic point of view, but he has seen operas a few times, and the skills of those popular singers amazed him. Therefore, he knew that such a loud and clear voice is something that humans can do after training.

The best outcome is that the wolf howl came from someone's silly prank, and martial law ends soon.

It's not impossible, there was once a fool who burned down the greatest library of all time in order to leave his mark in history.

Clayton sincerely hoped that the townspeople could find out the truth quickly, and he was anxious to see Priest Louis.

Another hour later, the town's alarm bells rang again.

They sat in the hotel and saw the moving firelight outside the window, followed by the loud announcement of the patrol.

"Everyone, everyone! Elder Bip and Priest Louis have summoned you! Go to the square in front of the church and assemble, everyone!"

The door of the hotel was forced open, and three men with guns stood guard at the door, telling them to get out.

Pei Lun let them go out first, and he went upstairs to remind Chu De and Quoke, the master and servant.

The lieutenant and the others waited downstairs for a short time before they came down together, but Clayton was a little surprised and dissatisfied when he saw Trud's burnt face, and he didn't understand what happened in the town at all. misfortune.

His servant, Quok, was very quiet and steady, as if following Trud would allow him to gain extraordinary wisdom and enlightenment.

This pair of master and servant almost never go out, and they are still in a daze at the moment.

They followed the patrol to the square in front of the church, where many people were already waiting.

A huge burning cross stood in the middle of the square, and the light shone on the entire square.

The crowd gathered together in the firelight, chatting while waiting, lively, but also chaotic.On the outskirts of the crowd were armed militiamen standing by, staring at the crowd, but still pointing their guns straight at the sky.

The two most experienced and oldest elders in the town and Priest Louis stood on a high platform made up of multiple wooden cargo boxes, and there were people standing beside them holding torches to illuminate them.

One of the elders raised his hand and rang the bell to silence them, and solemnly announced the current situation.

"Guys, for the past month a beast has been rampaging in Jewo, killing our livestock and destroying our property, and we have been helpless and have never even seen its tail. But this time, it revealed itself Himself, let us find an opportunity to judge it."

"This afternoon, when our priest left town to escort the wounded, the beast thought his time had come, and screamed like a wild dog in the town, but he didn't realize that his howling with excitement happened just right. Expose the identity of the werewolf."

"If some other beast that howled like a wolf had sneaked into town, would our dogs not smell it, and be indifferent to it?"

"In past attacks, the victims' dogs barely barked, or only barked once or twice, especially Jarvis' Peel, who was known to be loyal and even fought dragons for his master's safety. But before the family calf was eaten and wiped clean, it was silent. And some people may remember that the werewolves had the ability to command wolves and dogs in the old stories passed down from generation to generation. The reason why they can succeed repeatedly at night."

The elder’s reasoning was well-founded, and Clayton’s original thoughts were somewhat convinced.

He saw a man come to the edge of the table and handed over a gleaming silver candlestick, so he immediately understood what they were going to do.

The elder took the candlestick and held it up: "The werewolf usually changes into a human form, maybe it is among us, so everyone needs to be tested. We know that these monsters hiding in the dark are afraid of silver, and here is a silver candlestick, As long as a small cut is made on the arm, the difference between a human and a werewolf will be immediately apparent, and it will definitely scream, and the wound will have a burning quality."

He touched the back of his left hand as he spoke, and then raised his left hand high, so that everyone could see the red blood sliding down his skin.

"We can't test all the residents tonight, but by tomorrow at the most, we'll get this all sorted out."

"Now, this werewolf who is still hiding can come out and explain all this by himself. For the sake of not hurting the neighbors and folks, we will not execute you. You can use labor to offset your sins-this is Mr. Lewis allowed it."

Creighton was also a little surprised by this kind of lenient treatment, but he didn't want to accept this test at all.

He is a werewolf from other places, and he will definitely be discriminated against more than local werewolves, so there is no need to take risks.

He stopped a guard with a gun: "Your werewolves seem to have been active for a month, and I just came here the day before yesterday. Obviously, this has nothing to do with me, so can I skip this detection step? There is a saying 'Don't flow' Unnecessary blood', no?"

The guard was on edge, and the accidental touch nearly caused him to shoot himself off.But when he saw Clayton, he recognized that this was the person who helped carry the wounded back and forth in the afternoon, and his expression eased a lot.

"Of course, I think the boys must not know that you have just arrived, so they called you out. I will tell the elders later that you and other guests who have only arrived in town this month are not required to participate. test."

This promise came very timely, and he didn't delay, and went directly to the edge of the high platform to whisper to the elder.

After a while, Clayton, Julius, and Hook's four detectives were immediately given the authority to go home.