The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Donna didn't understand what he meant and shook her head.

"But it's still a 'country snuff bottle,' isn't it?"

"Of course it is, but girl, you may have misunderstood me."

Clayton held the snuff bottle with one hand and raised the index finger of his right hand upward: "I have said before that my customers already know the authenticity of the so-called goods before they get the goods. This set of lies to deceive the world is not ours. It was themselves who brought it up. In this world, many wealthy people are ashamed of their less-than-perfect ancestors. They need to lie to embellish their family's past to make their ancestors look richer and more noble. This proves his family’s educational origins.”

After the Age of Discovery, many adventurers with dreams made a fortune overseas and stepped into the fringes of the upper class. These people who became rich overnight but had no family background were ashamed to talk about their bloodline, so they were in urgent need of help. These exquisite old objects containing traces of history decorate their ordinary, even pitiful, family history.

Today, old-fashioned enamel tableware and furniture rich in green patina are still easy-to-handle items on the market.

Donna pursed her lips. She could not understand this phenomenon, but this did not prevent her from having objections: "I think they should be proud of their achievements and use their actions to tell others who they are, not for themselves. The ancestors whitewashed it, after all, those ancients are no longer in this world, the only ones who are alive are themselves."

Clayton didn't refute, but just looked at her kindly. The word family is still too far away from Donna, but she will understand this feeling sooner or later.

However, he didn't intend to refute it bluntly, but had another explanation for it.

"Yes, it's not a good thing to do, but it's not entirely incorrect considering how many people do judge people by their ancestry. Many people judge a stranger by his ancestry. Whether he has been a nobleman or a celebrity, if not, he will feel that he has no tutor and is short-sighted, so it is very embarrassing. Although our client chooses to do this, it may be suspected of deception, but it is actually a kind of protection for himself. "

Julius snorted, probably because of his nose.

Donna looked back at him, then turned back to nod at her uncle, she thought this argument made sense.

"Shall we talk about what you got from the binding ceremony?" the wizard frowned.

Donna was indeed more interested in this: "I want to hear this too."

Clayton thought about it, and felt that this was a good opportunity to educate her to remember the family, but what his werewolf ancestors did was not in line with his educational philosophy, so he had to omit most of the content, and only explained that he was in the ceremony. Ability enhancements obtained in .

"I am more sensitive to the information brought by the wind. Through the flow of the wind and the cooperation of the sense of smell, I can perceive the time when other people stay in the upwind. When I don't want to be seen, I can fold myself some of the joints to compress the space it occupies, even the human form is able to perform uh-"

He snapped his hand and paused, because something went wrong temporarily when demonstrating the skill of folding the body. After all, those experiences were used in the body of his ancestors. His body has not been tempered, and its flexibility and strength are still the same level.

"It hurts to watch," Julius said.

Clayton flicked what seemed to be a broken arm, his arm was frozen into a stick like a whip when it was thrown at the straightest angle, and it seemed to be back to normal.

"It's not very important, I am sure that I have mastered the method of using the essence."

Swallowing the essence of flesh and blood to strengthen the body is the ability that most darkborn possess, but werewolves are considered to be the best in this regard, and they can use these energies more flexibly.Clayton has learned the skill of manipulating this part of power from the memories of his ancestors. He only needs to focus on the wound, and he can expend energy to speed up the recovery of injuries, including sword cuts and flame burns.

Similarly, his experience in this area can't be fully utilized, because his body has not yet adapted, but it is more than enough to treat the dislocation.

Donna's eyes widened, watching in disbelief as the thick arm recovered from its horrific bend.

"Can you do it again? I didn't see clearly," she begged.

Although it didn't fit the original purpose, it was also part of education. Clayton convinced himself to bite the bullet and show it again.

"I'm not going to have kids" - that's what Julius learned.

Clayton glared at him: "You go to the backyard and bring a sheep up, I'm just hungry."

Julius shook his head and went out to leave.

"Are you going to become a werewolf here?" Donna was even happier.

Clayton said helplessly: "No, I'm really just hungry. But go and close the curtains, and I can show you part of the werewolf's power."

The girl cheered softly.

As the room darkened, Clayton spread his right hand on the table and covered it with another blanket. Donna lifted the blanket and looked in. After a while, she put down the blanket again. Her delicate face turned pale, and she said in horror: "Your hair has grown!"

Clayton didn't know what she was nervous about: "This is the normal process of werewolf transformation."

Donna touched her lips subconsciously, and she remembered that terrible conjecture again.

"Women among werewolves grow beards too? Like...like the women of the dwarves?"

"None of our ancestors had dwarf relatives!" Clayton withdrew his hand anxiously and touched the back of his hand: "And I swear you will not become like this, if there is a way to prevent you from becoming a werewolf, I will anyway It’s too early to talk about that.”

The memories of his ancestors made him more attuned to being a werewolf than before, but he always kept the roots of the Bello family in mind.

Only by living in celibacy can the werewolf's habit of drinking blood be concealed, otherwise, he can only stay among other darkspawn so as not to be excluded.

He sincerely hopes that Donna can be a human being for the rest of her life, which will avoid the pain caused by the separation of many social identities, especially such a big event as marriage—otherwise, how can a monster girl seek her own marriage partner?Go find another monster, or pray that there is a gentleman in the world who will accept his werewolf status?
Clayton had to consider this for Donna. Uren had passed away, and he had to think for the whole family like his father did, treating Uren's daughter as his own.

What's more, part of the reason Uren joined the army was because of him.
Donna lowered her head, then raised it again, and Clayton was pleased by her reaction.

"I believe your choice is right. If you think so, I will also try to find a way to ask Principal Fatia if there is a way to suppress this change. Maybe I still have a chance to suppress the blood flow before the dark moon returns completely." Throbbing."

It's been a long time since anyone said to Clayton that he trusted him. He turned his head moved and happened to see Julius coming in with a sheep.

The wizard and him looked at each other, and said in surprise, "I'm not mistaken, you are so hungry that your eyes are watery!"

"You put the sheep down and go out," Clayton said grimly.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Julius closed the door, kicked the sheep again, and sat down at the table. "I have to remind you of one thing. Maybe you have seen it, maybe you haven't, but if your ancestor's memory is close to the present, then the information he left in his blood may not be true."

Facing Clayton's frowning and serious face, he explained: "The curse ritual has not been around for a long time. Some dark descendants know its effectiveness, but they don't want their privacy to be snooped by future generations, so if they are strong enough, or If you know a wizard who is proficient in the art of blood, you will leave spells in your blood in advance to prevent the sight of your descendants. Some people just block it, but others will even invest some false knowledge that may lead to death to retaliate against snoopers. .”

If a man lives long, sooner or later his love wears out, even for his own offspring.

Julius was used to this.

Hearing Clayton's heavy breathing, he knew he was right.

Clayton still shook his head. He felt that his ancestors were not that bad. After all, werewolves are creatures united by blood: "I don't think my ancestors are that bad. However, he mentioned a place, If nothing else, I think I might have relatives living there."

He named the place—Tianen Mountain.

The Sasha City Presbyterian Council does not have a strong control over the city. Maybe one day they will have to leave the city. At that time, if he wants to develop as a werewolf, it is of course the best choice to seek his own relatives to join.

Yet neither Julius nor Donna had heard of the place.

Julius sat up straight: "Can you be sure that your ancestors are there? Are there any special buildings or terrain around?"

Clayton recalled: "It is in a mountain range, and there is a temple of the god of the sky on it, and my ancestors guarded the frontier for King Solomon of the ancient empire on the mountain. He also has a noble title, but it seems nothing. use."

"That's the Silver Age," Julius said.

This does not match the history in Clayton's memory. He shook his head and said, "No, there is no ancient empire in the Silver Age."

After the western conquest of the Dinons, the empire created by the Ancient Mansis also suffered a major blow. Many generals of the army they sent to invade the Dinons rebelled and did not choose to return home. Instead, they continued the war in other areas and became independent. Many new countries were formed, and the empire was also caught in political struggles at that time, and there was no time to restrain the external army.Twenty years after the Dinonians fled their homeland, Solomon's great empire also disintegrated.

Julius showed a nasty smile: "In the early days of the Silver Era, the ancient empire only suffered a major blow, but did not completely perish. Even after the ancient empire died out in name, the werewolves of the Solomon family were still on that land again and again. It has been ruled secretly for hundreds of years, but the area under its real control is no more than ten city-states, your ancestors probably served them during that time, and the title of nobility at that time was really useless."

"There is one piece of evidence that proves my point. If Tian'en Mountain is on the border, then there should be no temple of the God of the Sky on it, because the Manses Empire would never build temples on the border. King Solomon ordered all temples to be built on the border. They are all built in provinces that the capital Diwuduo can completely control. There are usually a large number of soldiers guarding the temple, completely blocking the eyes of outsiders. At the same time, only priests appointed by the royal family are allowed to hold sacrificial ceremonies on behalf of believers."

He looked at Clayton and Donna's curious eyes, and his sense of vanity controlled him to tell the truth about that period of history that was different from the current records.

"Because if they don't, the secret of the Manses killing gods will be revealed to the world."

Restored, will be repaired later