The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

In the middle of the night, the hotel became lively again.

Both Clayton and Julius were attracted downstairs by the strange noise and the smell of alcohol, and neither of them happened to be asleep.

The lobby on the first floor was full of people, lit by oil lamps, and people exchanged drinks as they did on the first day they came.But instead of drinking strong tea, the drinkers really began to drink now. Clayton noticed that the smell of the wine was obviously stronger than before, and the high wine barrels in the corner proved that this was not an illusion.

The drinkers chattered enthusiastically, and phrases like "To Papa Socratic!" popped up at every table.

Socrates was the pioneer of Baijiao in the ancient empire era. Because he was good at alchemy and medicine, he was respected as the god of medicine and wine by the world.

But now it is still the month of Ramadan to sacrifice to the Creator. In order to keep sober and firm will to welcome the light, even the believers of Socrak will not drink alcohol at this time.

But Clayton saw the beaming faces of the drinkers, not violating taboos at all.

"What happened to them?" He asked Pei Lun who was cleaning the counter. He didn't stay in the square until the last moment, so he couldn't understand this phenomenon.

"Ah, you left too early. You didn't hear the secret recipe for detecting werewolves that Priest Louis told us." The innkeeper wiped the table and rolled out a wine glass to fill Clayton. "Let the werewolf drink wine mixed with salt, so that when he is drunk, he will show his original form."

Salt is a sacred substance, but is more often used to dispel the invisible, or to reveal invisible demons.

Shapeshifters are practically immune to salt.

Clayton was even more sure that the trust of the townspeople in Priest Louis had been completely betrayed, but this was a good thing for him. He smiled at Pei Lun, raised his glass and drank it down.

Pei Lun handed Julius another cup, and the latter didn't hesitate.

"So tonight is a carnival night?" Julius tapped his index finger on the table and asked with great interest.

It seems that the people in the town intend to drink everyone, but even if there is a werewolf here, he will really show up because of this method, I am afraid that other people will already be drunk and unconscious at that time, unable to catch him Demon.

Julius just liked this kind of absurd but unrestrained carnival, which reminded him of the regular gatherings of wizards.

Wizards of different levels and backgrounds come together to test their new spells. It may not work, but everyone enjoys it.

Pei Lun also poured himself a glass of salty wine, and his tone couldn't hide his joy.

"It's probably like this. The elders paid for all my wine storage rooms. But I can't get drunk, otherwise no one will pour you wine."

Clayton responded with a smile, and then very naturally reported the address on Ian's memo.

"How is the temper of the owner of this family? I heard that he has a good product in his hand, and I plan to go and have a look tomorrow."

Pei Lun's cheeks were flushed, and he nodded repeatedly. It could be seen that he had fallen into a slightly drunken state.

"Aha, that's my uncle Perot's house. Of course, he has a lot of good goods there, which are all my grandfather's relics. As for him, he has a happy life and is a dutiful person praised by everyone. In the past few decades, he has been I work in the city and brought my wife home last month, maybe he can still feel the feeling of fellow countryman when he sees you."

Clayton felt that the name sounded familiar, but he was sure that he had never seen such a person, otherwise he would immediately think of the other person's face.

This trace of doubt was quickly thrown behind him.

Now that he and Julius had ascertained that there were no werewolves in the town, and that everything was the sound of phonograph conch shells, there was no need to pay any further attention to the matter.

The townspeople's revelry doesn't last long, and the general tension shields them.

Clayton felt that there was no need to remind them now, and he could just tell Priest Louis about the conch when he was about to leave.

He and Julius ordered a few words, and the two shuttled through the crowd, each collecting information.

The drinkers were all chatting because of the smell of alcohol at the moment, and they were more than happy to let the two friendly outlanders know their status and connections in the town, which even triggered a competition, and people rushed to tell them what they knew , for fear that I would fall behind and appear less well-informed than others.

Rhevo is just a small town. If a person has lived here for more than 30 years, he can know at least one-fifth of the people in the town.So when Clayton mentioned that he had picked up some things by the river, he only briefly described them, and before he even took them out, the owner's name was immediately reported.

The only exception is the fishing rod. Many people in Rewo like to fish, but the fishing rod has few characteristics.

Sadly. Sadly for Creighton - most of the owners of the items returned home after losing them, no one has ever been missing since.

After eliminating these possibilities, they mentioned the "patients" who were taken away by the church.

The number of "patients" is surprisingly small, only four, and their illnesses have been widely circulated in the town long before the arrival of the priesthood in the city, but only some physical changes, no vicious attacks Events appear.

And after that, people gathered around the roadside to watch them being taken away by priests and soldiers just like today.

So the possibility of loss of control proposed by Julius was also ruled out.

As for guns, this is not different from Clayton's original understanding.

The sources of guns in rural areas are very extensive. Urban people may trust a well-known gunsmith, or declare and purchase guns from well-known gun companies, but rural people don’t care about these at all.As long as they can accurately control the bullet's landing point within thirty yards, then this gun is qualified for them.

Six shillings can be exchanged for a flintlock pistol, and a single young man can collect so much money in a month or two, so guns are common in Jervo, and they are one of the most difficult things to identify their owners.

Clayton wanted to show the drinkers the bad gun he picked up, but he realized he left it with Ian Lazarus and didn't get it back in the plaza, a mistake that made him Very regretful.

These topics gradually caused a storm among the drinkers.

"If that werewolf can also shoot, how should we deal with it?" A young man had a whim.

The drinkers next to them all laughed, and one of them raised his glass: "Werewolves can't shoot, they only want to eat meat and drink blood in their heads, how can they operate such a delicate thing, don't you think so, Bei Mr. Lue?" He asked the stranger for advice.

Clayton Bello smiled stiffly.

He saw Julius hiding in the crowd laughing loudly.

Another drinker retorted: "Why not? Let me tell you, this werewolf is so cunning that he may not know how to use a gun. Maybe he is better at riding a horse than you."

He was still very serious in the first half of the sentence, but he couldn't hide his smile when he said it. He laughed out loud first, and the people around him immediately applauded and celebrated this successful joke.

Correspondingly, Creighton was even more embarrassed.

He sincerely hoped that these strange friends would stop making such werewolf jokes, but things backfired.

Another bizarre question was raised.

"But a werewolf can't transform during the day. Does it have to ride a horse and carry a shotgun to and fro on the path at night?"

"That sounds like a sheriff," someone at the next table commented.

Julius, who knew the details of the werewolves present, was already lying on the table, his shoulders shrugging endlessly.

Clayton's face was extremely dark.

The oldest gentleman at the table said slowly, "That's right, it will come to our town on a night like this." His eyes were as wide as copper bells, his voice was deep and magnetic, and he seemed to be particularly good at speaking The kind of person in the story, just opened his mouth, and attracted the attention of everyone other than the werewolf.

"It will hold a lantern, choose the fat lamb it likes in the animal shed, and even enslave our faithful watchdog to show it. But tonight, there is a lamb that is fatter than the lamb and has been cured with salt and wine. The creatures are gathering together, causing it to change its target—that pair of bright yellow wolf eyes are looking right here!"

The story lifted the mood nicely, and the crowd burst out laughing again.

Claddagh - Claddagh -

Amidst the roar of laughter, Clayton's ears moved first, and then he looked towards the door suddenly.

It was clearly the sound of the horses, the rhythm of the hoofs hitting the ground that no other animal could imitate.

The drinkers were still a little delirious, even those who heard it just suspected that someone was imitating the sound of the werewolf riding a horse in the story, so they laughed again, while other people who didn't hear the sound of the horse's hooves continued to laugh along with the atmosphere with.

It wasn't until the sound of horseshoes approached the door that they finally realized that it wasn't someone's ventriloquism.

The lobby fell silent.

Everyone looked at the door. The smell of alcohol made them unable to figure out whether werewolves could ride horses. At this moment, they held their breath and waited anxiously for the visitor to open the door to reveal their identities.

A moment later, the door opened, and there stood a girl in a red hood and a white skirt.

She was sweet, with topaz eyes and shoulder-length black curly hair.

People collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a gust of wind blowing in the lobby.

Clayton stood up in the wind, his face tensed, and he raised his right hand and pointed at the girl.

"Donna, why are you here? This is simply nonsense!"

The girl took a step sideways to avoid his fingers.