The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 169

"Professor Christopher probably released this reward to other extraordinary people, but it accidentally fell into the hands of the tomb robber you met. When I first saw this information, I was taken aback." Zhu "What he's describing is very much like Akzi," Liles said.

Seeing Clayton's puzzled look, he had to add an explanation.

"Akeqi is a devil owl."

So Clayton immediately understood what he meant, and also solved some previous confusion.

Devil owls are a mysterious race characterized by superficially large giant owls that can even grab horses and are also rumored to be attracted to misfortune.

So far, there is still a saying in the vast villages that hearing owls cry will bring bad luck, and this is the reputation promoted by the devil owl.

Clayton could easily kill Akeqi, not only because he had the advantage of a sneak attack, but also because Akeqi had no intention of strengthening his body, and his own reaction speed and physical strength were not enough to dodge or directly fight bullets.

The infants of devil owls are the same as human babies, and they also have a certain ability of mimicry. Like cuckoos, they will replace human children with their own infants, and let humans raise the infants for themselves until they grow up gradually. The characteristics will gradually appear after they become adults, first a piece of feathers, then a deformed skull, elongated eyeballs, until they are replaced from a human to a complete bird.

Akeqi has served in the Presbyterian Church for many years, and his will is firm, but he has not accepted the curse ceremony many times, but chooses to suppress his own power all the time.

This is all because the curse has accumulated to a certain amount, and he will turn into a bird, unable to continue activities in human society.

"Damn it, I'm going to keep this a secret for a while." Julius regretted his showing off. This information should have been exchanged for more benefits. "Oh, forget it. This hand of glory should be given to the grave robber by Professor Christopher. I can tell from the mana mark on it that they must have met each other, but I can't tell what the magic spell on it does. , it must not be just an ordinary revitalizing spell, otherwise it should attack its own holder first, and you have always been fine when you are carrying it." He fell into thought.

The lieutenant ignored it, crumpling the paper and letting the sinister hints roll into the folds.

"It seems that this beast is the so-called Rewo beast. Apart from it, I can't think of anything in the local area that may be linked to extraordinary power. We should quickly solve the bad luck on our bodies, and then go back early, so as not to be targeted by it .”

Julius woke up, took the ball of paper from his hand and flattened it: "But it is also a way to make money, as the price for my help to you, now I also need your help - to help me become rich. "

"I'm not going to start new troubles," Clayton said.
The wizard's expression reminded him of the tomb robber who died in his hands, and he felt a little unhappy.

Julius shook his head: "You don't need to take the initiative to do anything, we still do our business, if it doesn't come to us, we will go back to the city directly according to the original plan. But if it comes to us by itself, You have to help me."

If he was really targeted by such a beast, Clayton certainly couldn't stay out of it, so he agreed.

The vigilance in Revo Town has not been lifted.

Although last night's silverware incident and the holy salt wine verification method failed to achieve the desired results, they were not abandoned. Instead, the temporary failure mobilized people's unyielding spirit, and they were intensively preparing for another test.

By afternoon, the town elders and priests had finally worked out a protocol for people to be tested again before lining up for church.

For the same reason as last time, Clayton and his party were able to stay in the hotel to rest because they had not been suspected of being a "werewolf" since they came to Revo not long ago.

It was at this moment that Donna Bello finally woke up from her sleep.

Clayton and Julius were scouring around the table and continuing to check the accounts, but when she just yawned, Clayton stopped what he was doing and looked over.

"You are all here."

Donna sat up watching them, feeling a little shy.

Clayton only took off her boots, and now she was still wearing the skirt she was going out with, and only covered her body with a quilt. At this time, she lifted the quilt and felt a little cold on her body.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Clayton asked with concern.

"It's okay, in fact, it didn't hurt much before."

Donna said as she pulled up the hem of her long skirt, exposing her injured calf.

On the fair skin, a scarlet crack spread from the ankle to a little below the knee. Fortunately, this long scar has already scabbed over at this moment. If this continues, it will not take long for the skin to recover.

"Is my medicine working well?" Julius asked proudly.

"Thank you this time, I remember your kindness." Clayton answered him, and then looked at Donna. In fact, he really wanted to keep some privacy for her, because he himself had deeds that he didn't want to tell others, but this idea was in the It's not suitable right now.

"Girl, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Now there was no one else in the hotel but them, and when no one spoke, the room was eerily quiet.

Because of this, Donna's heartbeat was very clear to the werewolf's ears.

He listened to the sound of his heartbeat, and a picture of a bird fluttering its wings seemed to appear in his mind.

"Uncle Clayton, what do you want me to say?" Donna blushed a little, but this time it was no longer because of embarrassment.

"Like, are you a witch?"

Clayton sat on the edge of the bed, stared into her eyes and asked each word after a while.

Julius only hinted at him a little, but it was enough for him to deduce the truth.

Donna was exposed to what was in her heart, and her shoulders drooped in frustration. She didn't admit it on the spot, but silently bent her uninjured leg, hugged her knee and turned her head to look at the wall. She stared blankly at the white wall for a few minutes. Seconds, he suddenly cheered up again, and turned his head to stare at Clayton.

That pair of beautiful fluorite-like eyes just stared at the lieutenant, looking at him evenly without blinking.

She was so focused that Clayton began to doubt himself.

"Donna, what are you doing looking at me like that?"

The girl raised her chin proudly: "My dear Uncle Clayton, I am also waiting for you to confess."

Julius moved the chair over with great interest.

"I can answer for him."

It's a pity that the uncle and nephew were staring at each other, as if they didn't hear his proposal.

"I'm a werewolf, and our Bello family is the descendant of the sealers." Clayton tried his best to keep his tone calm so as not to bump into Donna.

He failed.

The girl's expression had obviously changed, this fact deviated from expectations, and completely exceeded her imagination.

Seeing her expression, Clayton sighed inwardly.After a while, she asked tremblingly, "Does mom know about this?"

"she does not know."

"Then my dad"

"Oh, I'm the only one in the whole family who knows about it, and I only discovered it this year." As soon as Clayton finished answering, Donna's expression was as relaxed as before.

She let out a melodious sigh of relief, opened her arms and fell backwards, her upper body falling on the soft mattress.

This state lasted only a few seconds, and she bounced up again, exclaiming:
"Sealer? So I also have wolf blood on me?!"

The word father was too far away from her life, and she realized now that she would inherit some things from her father.

"You just thought of it?" Clayton frowned his bushy eyebrows: "Then what were you worried about just now?"

Donna blinked and smiled awkwardly.

Afterwards, her smile was quickly and involuntarily distorted into a wry smile. There was no other reason. Even if the person who inherits the blood of the sealer fails to wake up for a while, there is a possibility of transforming into a dark child for the rest of his life.And werewolf's moon mania is too famous, no one wants to fall into uncontrolled madness from time to time.

Turning into an ignorant beast is simply a great punishment for the caster.

If there were no outsiders here, she would have cried on the spot.

"So, this was the reason for your admonition in the house?" Donna asked weakly.

Clayton sighed: "Yes, I am afraid that you will see another version of me, and I am afraid that I will hurt you on a full moon night."

The "Werewolf. Werewolf" girl still couldn't control her emotions. She murmured in despair. Clayton couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw her like this. He stretched out his arm to pat her on the back, but was caught. Donna grabbed it.

It's just that after the girl grabbed his hand, she didn't know what to do for a while.

She stared blankly at her uncle, and finally grabbed him with one hand, and dragged her eyes with the other without ladylikeness, and wiped away the tears that were about to well out of her eyes with her sleeve.

"Miss, where did you learn magic?" Julius asked, which attracted the girl's attention.

Clayton turned his head and gave the wizard a grateful look—no matter what he wanted to talk about, just let Donna stop being sad now.

The girl looked at Julius with melancholy yellow eyes, and told him with sobs: "Bracola."

This name seems to violate some kind of taboo.

Now Julius stopped talking, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be in trouble.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Three minutes later, Donna was still holding her hand, but Clayton couldn't take it anymore, and he said loudly, "Can someone explain to me what this name means?"

"It's really nothing." Julius turned his head faintly, with complicated eyes: "That is, the great pied piper, the owner of the candy house who loves to eat lambs, the fairy who turned the prince into a frog, and hundreds of years ago. The lucky witch who cursed the people of a country to sleep is just a classmate of the lady beside you."

At this moment, the werewolf felt something worse than becoming a werewolf.

"Isn't that all a black mage?!" Clayton exclaimed in horror.

Donna finally stopped crying. She raised her head, opened her eyes and said angrily at Julius, "Don't mislead my uncle, they have been expelled by Principal Fatia long ago!"

(End of this chapter)