The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 173

"The environment suitable for the growth of fairy circle fungus is almost the same as here."

Julius took a breath and looked at the river bank worriedly: "But these fungi are used as spell-casting materials to delete specific memories under some special rituals. It is a very rare material, and only a few existences know how to cultivate and use it. It, there are very few fairy circles that grow naturally."

If the tomb thieves were really interfered by this fungus, there must be an existence with extremely special abilities behind it.

The wizard came to a conclusion: "The one who can do this must be a spellcaster."

"Could it be the man who was watching us?" Clayton asked him.

"I'm not sure. The ability to oversight requires a lot of mental strength, but not only wizards can do it."

Julius often talks nonsense, but when he encounters real troubles, he is not hesitant to be more cautious. For this reason, he would rather give a vague answer, and it is better to be prepared, even if the two preparations are not sufficient. I only made one kind of preparation, but because of bad luck, I ran into another kind of situation.

"Then how many people can this kind of spell affect at one time?" Clayton asked again.

"It's hard for me to explain to you, but at least it won't affect here, and it won't affect the town—if the caster stays by the river."

Clayton was relieved by the wizard's conclusion, which meant that the information they obtained from the town should not have many mistakes.

This also means that the people in the town should also remember the third person on Easter Island, but those tomb robbers seem to have arrived in Rewo only today, and they are not familiar with the locals, so no one may notice their abnormality.

As for what the person who erased their memories wanted to do. Creighton decided to deal with the matter here first, and think about it after dinner.

He looked up at the sky, it was still a day when the sun was covered by dark clouds, and it was evening, the sun's restraint on him was not so strong.

"Let's go down." He ordered.

Between the colorful tents at the foot of the slope, they didn't see many people coming in and out.

Because of the poor lighting, lights were lit in the tents, but only the largest white tent was like this. It seemed that everyone was concentrated inside. Clayton saw a few figures outside the glowing tents through the cloth, surrounding a Something is standing.

The direction of the opening of the tent was opposite to the way they came from. Clayton and Julius had to go around to see the people inside, and the same was true for the people inside.

When there was still a distance, they heard the people inside talking, so they couldn't help slowing down.

In the tent, a man whose age was unclear said in a low voice, "I found nothing again. Have you really searched everywhere?"

The hoarse female voice answered him: "I must have searched all the directions I am responsible for, and you should ask other people."

"Of course I do too," said the man who sounded rather oily.

The last man sounded rather tired: "I have nothing to say, Commander, but do you want to see the blisters on my feet?"

"That's enough," said the first man to speak.

There were sighs one after another in the tent.

The hoarse female voice sounded again: "It seems that we have to wait"

"We can't wait for a few more days." The head of the group interrupted her again, with a loud voice: "Those bastard detectives are actually going to buy this piece of land, they all have guns, and who knows how many are behind them?" People want to come? The chance to find that beast is only this month. We have changed several places, but this must be the closest place to the beast’s lair, otherwise”

Both Clayton and Julius turned their ears to listen, but the woman in the tent suddenly hissed.

"There are people out there," said the woman,

At the same time, see her shadow pointing in their direction.

Julius stepped back quickly to avoid his fingers, but in doing so stepped on a dead branch and made an irrefutable noise.

They were discovered.

There was a sudden silence in the tent.

Clayton and the wizard simply let go of their pace and went around to the entrance of the tent. The curtains on both sides of the front were lowered, forming a closed door.

A man with long, greasy hair squeezed out from the slit in the middle of the curtain. He was dressed colorfully and had pointed boots. He was obviously a clown in a circus.In fact, the clown costumes are usually taken off, but it is winter and they live in such a windy area, so they have to work harder to keep warm.

"Sorry, but we don't perform anymore," he said wearily.

Julius replied, "We're not here for the show."

"Then what are you doing here?"

The captain's voice sounded, and a thick and strong black robe came out, rolled up and tied the curtain, revealing the arrangement inside the tent.

In the middle there was a table with an oil lamp on it, and nothing else was placed on it, and a base of crates was piled up in the corner, and a Gilda woman in a cloak with only her chin exposed was leaning on it. , holding a crystal ball in his hand, two strands of curly long chestnut hair grow from under the hood and hang down to his chest.Beside him is a man in a black suit, but he is tall and thin, with a soft whip tied around his waist. He looks like an animal trainer in a circus. He puts on his bowler hat whenever he sees outsiders, Protect your bald head.

The leader turned around. He had a smooth porcelain mask on his face and gloves on his hands, which made people feel that he seemed to be trying to cover up something. It is worth mentioning that his belt buckle was extremely exaggerated, palm-sized, like It was a silver mirror with two precious stones—or stained glass—inlaid on one side and one on the right.

Clayton's wolf eyes swept over them one by one, trying to find the malicious figure.

Each of them is suspicious.

"We're looking for someone," Julius said. "There was a man standing on the hillside and staring at us rudely just now. My friend and I wanted to come and reason with him."

Clayton got the most attention, and the circus employees looked in unison at the ax slung over his shoulder.

It is rare to see a reasonable man with such a large axe.

Julius looked back at his companion, and he emphasized it again with some doubts: "We really just want to reason with him."

"So, did you see anyone else around?" Clayton asked grimly, he was getting hungry.

"We haven't been out much recently," said the head of the group.

This is clearly a lie.

"But we just heard you say that you've searched everywhere - I don't know what you're looking for, but you must have been out, and if there's no one else here, the rude person we saw could only be one of yours gone."

"The bastard also made a pretty nasty gesture to us."

To increase his persuasiveness, Julius raised his right hand, curled his middle finger and ring finger together with his thumb, and made a "devil's horn".

This gesture has the meaning of castration.

"Sounds like what Reisman could have done," said the woman, who might have been of the Gilda tribe.

The tamer gave her a savage look.

"I've never been on the hillside, how could they have seen me."

This subconscious answer aroused another person's dissatisfaction, and the team leader turned to look at him very unhappy: "You are in charge of the east side, why don't you check it?"

The animal trainer spread his hands, twisted his waist and walked towards the leader: "Please, the grass over there is so high, if there are any big beasts passing by, it will definitely leave traces, I can see it from a distance here , not at all wrong."

It seems that without Clayton and Julius pursuing it, the problem of the circus will become an internal contradiction.

Julius took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, his face twisted, and his palms tightly clutched his chest.The glorious hand he put in his pocket regained his strength at some point, struggling desperately to jump out of the pocket.

Seeing him like this, the people in the circus turned their heads in amazement.

"What happened to him?" asked the head of the regiment.

Clayton replied curtly: "He's wearing a corset and he's a little out of breath."

"I have medicine here!" The circus leader suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran into the tent.

This sudden enthusiasm is amazing.

Clayton's excuse gave Julius more time to turn around and deal with the live hand, but the strength that erupted from that hand was beyond his imagination, and the sticky wax on the surface made him unable to grasp it steadily It just relaxed a little, and the hand jumped out of his encirclement and fell to the ground.

The people from the circus and Clayton and his party were silent.

The hand of glory rests on Julius' crotch, but it doesn't move, as if struggling to get acquainted with everyone here.

It worked.

The Gilda woman stopped leaning against the glove box, straightened her back, and looked at the sallow human hand in amazement.

"That seems to be"

The head of the group came out with the ointment and saw the man's hand fall.He froze briefly, but reacted quickly.

"You also received an entrustment from Professor Christopher?"

"Strictly speaking, not really." Julius picked up the hand awkwardly and put it back in his pocket.

This response had already revealed that they knew Christopher. Clayton frowned. He felt the need to teach the young man how to speak.

"You were not attracted by that mine like those idiots, but you found it all the way here. It seems that you have some skills. Why don't you cooperate with us."

The head of the circus continued as if he didn't hear Julius' explanation: "We have searched around here several times, and although we haven't found the beast of doom, at least we now know that it won't Where. With you two more as helpers, we can completely surround it, the hunt is a great success, and we'll split Professor Christopher's pay per head—what do you think?"

He stretched out his hand, the porcelain mask lowered slightly, Clayton shook his hand without opening a word.

They should have reached a partnership.

The circus master turned around happily and walked towards the tent, rubbing his head against the curtain.

"Come on in, and I'll show you our map markers, so you'll know where to go and keep looking."

Clayton glanced at the other circus members, their positions were still scattered, their faces were indifferent, and seemed to support the group leader's decision 100%, and the female fortune teller was even more engrossed in looking at the glass ball in her hand, no longer watch them.

Seeing that he was still standing in front of the tent, the clown stretched out his hand to guide him inside again.

The lieutenant turned his eyes back, walked in first with the ax on his shoulder, but gestured to Julius with the hand behind his back.

"He found out!"

The Gilda woman holding the crystal ball suddenly raised her head and screamed, "Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)