The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 178 First Sighting
The front door of the hotel is wide open, the lights are bright, and people gather to celebrate the new night.

They didn't care about the arrival of Clayton and his party. They were obsessed with wine bottles and cards, preparing for a new night of intoxication.

The same measure yesterday failed, but this cannot affect their determination to fight to the end, but whether their purpose of finding out the werewolf has changed now, no one knows.Maybe they'd rather have a werewolf lurking around, so they'd have enough morals to get through the nightly hangovers.

Clayton asked Pei Lun for a basin of hot water to wash his booty in the backyard.

Both the blood-stained coin and the activated snakeskin belt needed to be cleaned properly, especially the latter. He planned to give this belt to Donna for protection tomorrow, and it was still stained with the blood of the previous owner. No way.

And the new glorious hand, each finger of which he bound together with a fine cord, lest it should suddenly make a fuss again, before he put it in his pocket.

When it was time to fall asleep, Donna ran down.

"Do you need a bed?" She asked sheepishly: "I heard that the kind of existence I will become in the future does not need to sleep. So."

Clayton always felt that something similar had happened, but he didn't remember Donna ever coming to the backyard.

"That's right." He nodded and admitted, "Why, is there something wrong with your room?"

"I don't know." Donna said dejectedly. She had already taken off the sweater on her upper body, and she was scratching vigorously through the single clothes from the back of her hands: "Just now, I suddenly felt dizzy in my room, and my breathing was weak. It was itchy and painful, and I suspected that some kind of bug had entered the room, but I couldn't find it when I turned on the lights."

This is a bit strange, it is winter, and Creighton has never heard of such a cold-resistant poisonous insect.

However, considering that the cooling is only the beginning of this month, and the people of Rewo have been lighting fires in the streets recently, this may not be impossible.

"Sit here for a while, I'll go to your room and have a look."

Clayton was going to go upstairs to deal with this matter, and let Donna go back after finishing. A room with a brazier is better than a bed next to a haystack. The smell of sheep here is too strong.

He went upstairs, and the door to the penultimate room was still open. When Donna left the door in a hurry, she didn't have time to close the door. This detail made Clayton frowned, and planned to educate her later.

Heavy footsteps pressed on the floor, creaking non-stop, and the damaged railing next to it still hasn't been repaired, giving people a crumbling sense of crisis.

He stood in front of the door, his body couldn't help shaking, the influence of the smell of sheep on the sense of smell gradually faded, and a strange smell followed.

It's hard for a werewolf to describe the smell,

It is neither a fragrance nor a stench, but if anyone can smell it, he will immediately feel sick and sick, as if his whole body is soaked in a bucket full of castor oil.

Clayton took a few deep breaths, and even a feeling of numbness spread over his skin.

The strangeness that Donna felt was obviously caused by this smell.

Clayton felt that not only the nasal cavity, but also his own skin could not breathe, and he couldn't even distinguish the source of the smell.

He endured the nausea and walked into the room, the window inside was also open.Ventilation didn't do much to improve the smell, so he suspected it was coming from outside.

He walked to the window and looked out, and saw a strange thing on the roof of the opposite house.

It looks like a deformed human leg, white and slender, with no hair on the outside, but it has the same anti-joint structure as the werewolf's leg. Its subject hides behind the chimney, and only this smooth and reflective leg is exposed. He wanted to observe again, but the thing moved quickly, and disappeared behind the chimney without a sound in the way of a gecko.

Clayton could clearly see that the thing's feet were exposed when it raised its legs and moved. The color on them was also similar to that of a human, but the structure was more like a rabbit's feet.

Subconsciously, he wanted to flip out to catch up, but when he put his hands on the outer edge of the window frame, he felt a piece of greasy.He put his hand close to his nose and sniffed lightly, and he was immediately sure that the grease was the source of the sticky smell.

Clayton's face changed, and he reached out to bring the lighting candlestick to the window sill.

Under the light, he could clearly see that in the greasy patch, apart from the traces he had just caused, there were also strange scratch marks, which seemed to be left by human fingers.But ordinary people obviously wouldn't lean on such a high wall, and they didn't have the strength to do such a thing while fixing their body with one hand.

The answer was clear, and Clayton spit at the direction in which the strange thing disappeared, anger welling up in his heart.

Although he didn't know why this ghost thing did this, it obviously had bad intentions for Donna, otherwise why would it need to paint this evil oil on the outer wall?
He leaned out to shine a candle on the outer wall, and found that there were also reflective oil stains under Julius' windows. Obviously, both rooms had been marked by that guy.Now Clayton is almost certain that it is the beast attracted by bad luck. Donna was targeted precisely because he shared his fate, and the reason why the other party did not follow him is also easy to explain. The Hand of Glory is working.

Julius was right, it had indeed come to the door.

Clayton closed the window, went out of the room, and turned to Julius' door. He wanted to discuss with his mage advisor how to deal with the "beast".

However, as soon as he opened the door, the pungent aroma inside made him retreat.

"What are you guys doing?!"

The windows in the room were closed tightly, and even the curtains were drawn. The four corners of the room were filled with incense, and several overlapping geometric shapes were painted on the ground in the middle with weird paints. The innkeeper Pei Lun was sitting inside, and Julius took a paintbrush and added details to the pattern.

As soon as he saw Clayton come in, Pei Lun jumped up, but he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Julius added the last stroke quietly, and then raised his head: "I'm just looking for something meaningful to do in my spare time. Mr. Pei Lun is troubled by lovesickness, and hopes to find a mate through divination."

Of course, this is certainly not a gratuitous service.

"I can come back tomorrow." Pei Lun choked out a sentence, bypassed Clayton and quickly walked away from behind the door.

Clayton was about to discuss serious matters with Julius alone, and it was very good that Pei Lun was willing to leave voluntarily.

When Pei Lun walked away, he immediately closed the door and shared new information with the wizard:
"Julius, you are right, the beast has already set our sights on us."

The wizard sighed, he was looking for a light and interesting job to refresh his mood, but he didn't want to deal with those heavy topics all day long.

"When did this happen?"

"Probably when you were drawing."

Clayton strode to the window and drew back the curtains to show him the greasy marks on the outside edge of the frame.

"Donna said the room was uncomfortable, so I came up to check it out, and I saw that son of a bitch lying on the roof across the way, and you and Donna had this disgusting painted under the windows of fat."

Because he had to close the window to smoke incense before, Julius didn't notice any abnormality in the outside world, and this change surprised him very much.

He frowned and put some oil under his nose with his finger. As a human, although his sense of smell was not as good as that of a werewolf, it was still much more sensitive than other ordinary people.

The experience of studying pharmacy also played a role at this moment, which allowed him to make a sufficiently accurate judgment.

"It smells like some sort of bio-grease. It has a slight paralyzing effect. It's a good idea to apply it to the vents. The grease will evaporate naturally. People in the room will inhale it as long as they open the window, but this application will make the effect less effective." A lot, these amounts."

He probed out to see the area covered by the grease, and concluded: "Probably give me a sweet enough sleep."

It is difficult for ordinary people to detect this substance, but wizards are different. They have been trained to recite long strings of mantras since childhood, straighten out their breath and communicate with nature. Therefore, the strength of their lungs is similar to that of professional singers and sailors. You can feel the slightest discomfort in your breathing immediately.

Hearing what the wizard said, Clayton couldn't help frowning: "You mean, it's actually harmless?"

"It doesn't have the ability to directly kill people, but it has a way to let you be slaughtered. If you continue to ingest volatile oils throughout the day, even in a conscious state, you will be unresponsive and distracted. Well, I now believe it to be the 'beast' as the locals call it, and if it hadn't been so, it couldn't have been silent when it attacked the barn, and the watchdogs might have been stunned by the substance. "

Dogs are so small that fewer doses are required for intoxication.

If even the cattle and sheep under attack are drowsy, then the watchdog will not be spared.

Julius unscrewed a bottle and washed his hands with the potion inside. "As a beast, it seems too smart. Poisoning is not a skill that all animals can master. Have you seen what it looks like?"

Clayton replied what he saw, and he was impressed by the deformed humanoid leg.

"So you didn't see it in its entirety. Did it see you?"

"I don't think so."

The wizard was thoughtful. He rested his forehead and thought for a while, then told Clayton: "We should discuss it with Donna. Since it does this, it may come back tonight. We can prepare an ambush here. If not Success, make its existence public tomorrow and let the locals deal with it."

Julius wanted to make a fortune. If the locals were involved, even if they killed the beast in the end, there would be some disputes over the ownership of the body.

But after the afternoon's battle, he didn't want to take any more risks for the time being.

They went downstairs to see Donna, but the girl had already fallen asleep on the rough bed by the haystack.

(End of this chapter)