The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 159 Misunderstanding
Julius stood on the street in the center of the town, next to the bakery.

Because of the martial law, there were only him and Clayton on the big street.It's not surprising that Clayton could find him so quickly. Even after being weakened by the alien curse, it's still easy for a werewolf to do this kind of thing with his sense of smell.

"I'm back so soon, did the werewolf trial make you bored?" He turned his back to Creighton, holding his new discovery in his hand and kept researching.

Clayton paused for a moment, his tone still steady.

"No, but if the silver they're testing with is fake, that's a different story."

Because the test failed, the assembly was immediately disbanded, but many of the crowd remained in front of the church, seeking the only priesthood in the town for tips on identifying werewolves, but in his view, this was all useless, Priest Louis was not a transcendent person, His suggestion can only have the effect of psychological comfort.

Julius still didn't look back: "It seems that the martial law will not end soon."

"On the contrary, the locals will maintain the martial law for at most two days, otherwise they will not have enough wood to burn."

Clayton took out Ian's memo and shook it: "I got the clue from Detective Hook, and we'll go directly there tomorrow. Besides this, I have another question for you."

"Ah, I guess you must be saying that I can recognize you without my eyes." Julius is happy to show his superiority to others: "I released my spiritual eyes, This is the crystallization of highly concentrated psychic knowledge, and the invisible eyes of spiritual vision are not affected by light, and you can see things around you even if you close your eyes."

He explained it very clearly, but after killing Athena, Clayton studied related content in order to dispel the curse, including the gnosis part.

The lieutenant gave a flat 'hmm': "I know that, it's not this question. Are you looking for something with the eyes of spiritual vision now?"

The mage was a little embarrassed, but it was not enough to disturb his interest, and the new discovery was enough to dilute this unhappiness.

"To be precise, I have already found it, and now it is the identification process."

He turned around and showed Clayton the object in his hand, which was a conch the size of the palm of half an adult man.Its shape is like a horn, the shell is like enamel, and the whole body is crystal yellow. The sharp corner at the top of the spiral has been broken at this moment, and about one-third of its length has been broken.

"Have you heard of the 'conch that records the tide'?"

Clayton certainly knew about the rumors about the phonograph conch, but he didn't expect to see it here.

His yellow wolf eyes watched the conch, which was lifeless and unremarkable,
Clayton picked up the conch and put it to his ear, but nothing happened. He seemed to be holding back a smile when he saw Julius' face.

"Just tell me if you have something to do."

"Haven't you thought of it? Then let me remind you a little bit-the culprit that makes the street so bright."

"Can it make such a loud sound? It's not like the legends."

The lieutenant looked at the conch again, but still couldn't see the peculiarity of this little thing.Just a fresh river bank smell.

Regarding the legend of the phonograph, it is generally believed that you need to get close to hear the sound it records.So he couldn't react immediately.

"Magic also needs to keep pace with the times, and it's damaged by excessive force, right?" Julius spread his hands: "But I'm not sure how this strange thing got here. Maybe someone The mischief of the caster may also have been here long ago, influenced by your bad luck and inspired by the natural environment."

"But don't expect me to explain this clearly to the locals. They will definitely not lift the martial law, and they will not listen to my explanation. They will only understand that I am a wizard, and my wizard companions manipulated all this, and then treat you as my tortured with your accomplices—even though you were."

"In fact, the status of the village witch is very high. You live in Sasha City, so you can be regarded as a half-local. If you are willing to provide some services for free."

Clayton tries to explain to Julius that witch hunting is a stereotype, but he's still unwilling to take the risk.It wasn't his fault, the town patrol had told them to hunt wizards, and the first look was always impressive.

The lieutenant did not dare to declare himself responsible for the dangerous incident caused by doing so, so he had to give up.

"By the way, what's your problem?" Julius adjusted his breath and asked.

The lieutenant casually put the conch into his pocket and sighed: "I was just a little skeptical at first, but your news confirmed my guess just now."

"What guess?" Julius had an ominous premonition.

"I thought someone was blocking communications from the town," Clayton said.

Although the street they were on was brightly lit by the fire, most of the windows were dark, and the crowd was still concentrated in the church to listen to the priest's words, and no one would hear their conversation.

When this conjecture was thrown out by the lieutenant, Julius's expression twisted—because the conjecture was absurd.

"I think you're thinking too much. This small town is the most dilapidated place I've ever seen. It's not profitable at all. Who would want to do this?" He paused, and found a stronger reason: "Didn't the military and the church come here just now? They also took the initiative to search for the converts here. If there is anything abnormal, they should have discovered it earlier than us."

"Don't be superstitious about authority, that's all I can say." Clayton used his own life experience to refute the mage: "I was one of them, so I can tell you that they are often more incomprehensible than you think. "

Julius completely lost interest, he crossed his arms: "Then I'll just assume you're right."

Clayton was noncommittal about the young man: "You may wish to think about what transportation is available in the town for us to leave now."

That sounded worth arguing, the mage rolled his eyes, and got the answer quickly.

"Don't they still have donkeys?"

"Everyone who can pull the cart has been taken away by the priest." Clayton said: "Now there are only old donkeys and some bad-tempered cows. Instead of counting on them, you might as well think about yourself and practice running from now on." Is it still possible?"

All this information was obtained by asking him along the way while he was carrying the wounded. As for the fact that Julius did not do anything but did not inquire about the information, and he knew nothing about the situation in the town so far, he did not agree. Feel very surprised.

Julius became exasperated: "Damn it, can't the locals raise more animals that can pull carts?"

He realized that it was only luck for the two of them to return to Sasha City at the normal pace of travel.

Either the people who worked in the city rented a carriage and came back, or the local priest was able to finish the job quickly and bring back the donkey from the town.

In response to his complaint, Clayton replied: "The town is next to the river, and the water mill works day and night, and it doesn't cost money. They don't need to keep so many donkeys and horses."

Under the orchestration of bad luck, everything makes sense.

"Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

Lawrence repeated this sentence many times, and when he returned home, he still thought of it repeatedly in his own voice.

Even if the jeweler is a person of status in the small town, he has to humbly ask others to forgive him.

But there is no way, after all, the "silver" candlesticks used by the elders for testing were provided by him
The consequences were simply unspeakable.

He sat down in embarrassment at the main seat of the restaurant, and then he gradually calmed down, and ordered his wife Jane to boil some hot water.

"What a disgrace, I'm ashamed in front of other wives!"

His partner, whom he married 20 years ago, filled his cup with a teapot and complained, "My God, you have been making the real thing all your life. How could you think of using fake silverware to deal with the elders? Everyone I know there shouldn’t be a little mistake at this moment, everyone is afraid of that beast, the fake silverware didn’t catch it, but created a lot of new wounds, how should I explain to them?”

Lawrence was not in a hurry, and he was a little more airy than when he was outside:
"That's not my problem. I just kept it and donated it when the elders asked for requisition. Besides, I have explained it to the men, and they all believe in me and are willing to forgive me. So you don't have to worry about those Ladies, they naturally listen to their husbands."

He raised his neck and drank the contents of the cup, but soon coughed because of it.

"Why is the water still cold?!"

It's winter now, and it's still snowing outside!
The wife looked at him with her arms akimbo: "My dear husband, do you remember how much firewood our family contributed to light up this town?"

Apparently hot water was out of the question.

Danny opened the door and entered the room. He left the party a little later than Lawrence. He looked tired at the moment. He took off his hat and took a pair of shoes from the shoe rack to change.

Seeing their son enter the door, they stopped arguing.

"Danny, would you like some hot soup?" Jane asked.

Lawrence glared at her, but there was nothing he could do.

The young man pulled out a smile.

"No."

He went upstairs quickly to his room, and was no longer seen.

"The girl from the Lacks family made him very sad." Jane said regretfully, holding the jug: "She was also fascinated by foreigners. It's not like she doesn't know how scary the city has been recently. There are many sheriffs in Sasha. She has given up her post, but she still dares to follow them, maybe."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lawrence suddenly raised his voice.

The wife was intimidated by his attitude: "What's the matter?"

Lawrence realized something, his breath stagnated, and he raised his head to signal upstairs: "I just want to say, don't let the children hear you talking bad things about that girl behind her back."

"I didn't fall for you like this when I was young."

The woman grunted and went into the kitchen carrying the pot.

The jeweler picked up the cup, but remembered that it was still cold water, so he had to put it down.

Sitting in the empty hall and sighing, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. He hoped to announce something frankly with his son.

Danny's door was closed.

Lawrence wanted to open the door to have a manly conversation with him, but hesitated a few times before putting his hand down.

For no reason, he felt a kind of fear.

Perhaps it was a premonition, or an inference from past experience, but he always felt that something terrible might happen if he announced it completely and honestly, so he just stood in front of the door and called him softly, so that it was not very formal.

"What's the matter, Father?" He heard his son ask calmly inside.

The old jeweler put his hand on the door, summoned up his courage and whispered at the door: "I just want to tell you that no matter what you become, we will still love you."

There was silence in the room for a while, and Danny's voice sounded again.

"Father, you must have misunderstood something, stop thinking about it, you just need to leave me alone."

This didn't match Lawrence's memory, so he couldn't help asking: "Then last month, why did you see the priesthood of the church in the city...? It's impossible that you are really sad for that girl now, right?"

"Leave me alone!" Danny's voice hardened.

Lawrence's hand left the door panel, he felt lost but relieved by the answer.

"Yes, it's a misunderstanding, that's fine." He went downstairs talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)