The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 337 Ending
In the dim utility room, the light came from candles placed on an empty wine barrel. Donna sat leaning against it. She had changed into a new dress and looked a bit ladylike again, but she sat on the floor without any scruples, just because it was more convenient for her to read.

In her hands was an open book with the words "The Book of Sartaki" in gold-plated cursive on the cover.

This book was found in Edwards' body. Except for the title on the cover, the entire content is written in ancient language. He himself recorded his "great achievements" and various magical rituals. The witch is responsible for studying it.

Sataki seems to be Edwards' real name, and it must contain many secrets about this country.

She watched with great interest, and only frowned slightly when she heard screams outside.

The scream naturally came from Chud Osmar, who was tied to a cart and felt the pain of his body being torn apart repeatedly.

"Why can't you wait two more months?"

"If you had waited another two months, you might have been able to come in on your own without any help. Look at yourself, you've messed up everything!"

"You made a mess of shit of yourself! And you made a mess of shit of us!"

The werewolf returned to human form, but his malice did not subside in the slightest, instead it continued to burst forth.

The barrier between the fairyland and the real world is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe in a while, the monsters from the fairyland will appear in the city center. But the guy in front of him insisted on entering the fairyland this year. His unscrupulous means seem like a joke now, but they killed many people.

Although they only learned this news after entering Wonderland, it did not prevent Clayton from venting his resentment.

Clayton let go of the scissors and let it stick in the red-headed man's chest, then wiped his bloody hands on his clothes and sat down to rest. Father Louis hurried over with a hammer to take over. Chude Osmar was a sensitive person who could never learn to shut up no matter how many times he was hurt, which was a good singer for a werewolf.

The priest looked at Osmar's face, raised his hammer and smashed it down.

When Clayton heard Osmar's screams, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. This was the effect of wolf blood on him.

The screams meant a fresh catch, and he instinctively felt happy. Just like his many powerful ancestors whose names were unknown, the heritage of generations of hunters was engraved in his wolf blood, exerting an influence on him from ancient times.

Compared to Clayton, Louis's technique is not professional and he does not enjoy it, but he is able to persevere.

Hammer after hammer.

The sound of bones and flesh breaking never stopped.

Osmar is not a human being. His body is extremely strong, but that strength is nothing compared to the iron block on the hammer.

Louis' face was splattered with blood, almost blurring his eyes. He raised his arm and swung the hammer hard, hitting Osmar's flesh and blood, but his face did not show any pleasure. He even looked more and more painful, and his throat began to make a heavy hoarse sound when he breathed.

The muscles under his eyelids were bulging upwards and the corners of his mouth were pulled back, but he wasn't smiling. Instead, he looked like he was trying hard to inhale while suffocating.

This is the face of a drowned man.

He looked extremely weak, but he still swung the hammer with great force. Even those warriors who had lived in the fairyland for thousands of years would feel sorry for the fruits of his labor.

He is not a very strong person, and the long process of revenge will only make him constantly think of the face of his dead adopted son and the warm past, which makes him feel tormented. But he must do this, because revenge for his children is the responsibility of parents.

The force that drives his actions now is not just hatred, but also love for his deceased adopted son.

The screams continued for an hour. Clayton felt that he had rested enough, so he stood up again and walked towards Osmar, but the door next to him was suddenly pushed open.

Behind the opened door, the witch looked at them angrily.

"How long have you been making trouble? Are we going back or not?!"

As she spoke, her eyes quickly swept over Osmar's tattered torso, and a trace of pity appeared on her face.

Trudeau Osmar almost killed them all, but even so she felt it was too bad.

A certain story in the Book of Sartaki made her feel pity for Osmar.

Clayton jumped onto the edge of the cart, blocking most of Osmar's body. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the house? What are you doing out here?"

He was just getting into the mood and didn't want to end it so early.

What's more, the priesthood was banging and hammering behind him, and the noise made him itchy.

Donna sighed helplessly, and she also saw Louis's expression. Seeing Clayton's appearance, she could still say it was a curse, but she found it hard to accept that the originally solemn priest Louis had become like this. She finally understood what the "power of hatred" was, and that excessive hatred would also hurt herself.

"Three hours have passed. How long do you want to vent your anger? Don't waste any more time. Just kill him quickly."

Peng!
Father Louis did not stop and continued to swing the hammer mechanically.

Clayton looked back at him, jumped off the cart, and walked towards the pit. "Let's go, gather the dwarves and start working. When the sacrifice is ready, wake him up and deal with the monkey."

Donna followed Clayton with Clara in her arms. Before leaving, she looked back worriedly. The image of Priest Louis swinging his hammer was reflected in her yellow eyes.

"He won't be like this again in the future, will he?"

"How could that be?" Clayton paused. "Osmar will have no enemies in the world when he dies. When he thinks about how beautiful the world is, he might even become more cheerful and kind."

Donna thought about it and felt that what he said made some sense.

"I hope he can start a new life in the future." She whispered a blessing and left with her uncle.

Clayton easily convinced the dwarf to help.

After all, he only had to present the facts and they would know how to choose.

Now, there are at least three evil creatures wandering deep in the dwarf tunnels. If you want to seal Edwards underground, you may encounter them. If you ignore this matter and just hide Edwards' head, maybe one day he will be able to escape because of a lucky accident.

The dwarves hated Edwards and were afraid of him. No one was willing to carry Edwards' head all day long just to keep an eye on him.

Clayton's method was simple and clear - bring Edwards' head to the human world and leave his body in fairyland. Separating the two would inevitably take his life and eliminate future troubles.

The dwarves had no reason to refuse this offer.

It was surprisingly easy to get the red-headed people to move, and they completely obeyed Clayton's words and took Pan's body with them. Although they did not like the status of slaves, they were willing to obey the judgment result from the ancient gods thousands of years ago - to obey the orders of every free man, and they did this only because they respected the gods.

This respect continued until they reached the open-air sacrificial site and saw the ancient wooden stakes still stained with their own buttock blood.

Clayton hadn't told them what he wanted them to do.

The red-headed people began to flee in all directions, but they had already come this far. Clayton, the dwarves, and the wizards all tried their best and successfully achieved their goal.

After working hard for half a day, they wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the red-headed people strung on the wooden stakes, feeling the joy of a good harvest. From a distance, they looked like tall red ears of wheat.

In the eastern part of the modern world, there is still a rumor that the wolf god can bless the wheat harvest. This may be the remnant of the faith left by the former First Empire. The people of Terles also weave wolf-shaped dolls for their children with grass. For some reason, Clayton suddenly remembered this and felt that it was very appropriate to the scene in front of him.

Only one sacrifice was still on the ground, and Clayton would wait for Father Louis to arrive before he could stake him.

The seven dwarves looked at Clayton, "Looks like we have to say goodbye."

Dwarves are a stubborn race. They have no interest in the real world and plan to stay in Wonderland to continue their mining business.

Clayton sincerely thanked them and said goodbye to them, and asked Pileg to inform Father Louis to bring Osmar over. Then they turned and left, getting farther and farther away.

Looking at the seven short figures, the werewolf's smile faded a little. He secretly hoped that Hohom and Bathum would not recover too quickly. It would be best if Clara's spiritual fire kept them unconscious for a few hundred more years. Otherwise, their actions of telling the truth might destroy this short-lived comradeship.

Donna hesitated for a moment, but still waved goodbye to them.

The experience of fighting side by side before made the seven dwarves no longer hate each other. As for who will be the future king, they have not yet decided, but they agreed to resurrect everyone for a second fair competition after the poisonous gas in the castle dissipates.

By the way, “everyone” does not include farmers.

"The result is not bad." Clayton held Edwards' head and whispered to himself, while letting Clara climb onto his shoulders.

Although the process was a bit confusing, his goals were basically achieved.

Besides making a little money in Geves.
"Kerry." Donna called softly from behind.

Clayton turned around subconsciously, he almost thought it was Tristana's voice.

They were about to return to the real world, but Donna didn't look happy. She stood there, all alone.

"I have something to show you." She came over and held the open Book of Tatsaki close to Clayton's face.

"Chud Osmar was also a victim of Edwards."

Clayton took the book and saw many unfamiliar black characters squirming slightly on the paper, like duckweed in the water.

The witch reached out and touched it, and the characters began to flip, changing from the Old Language to Dornish.

"Trude Osmar," she whispered.

The words on the paper were instantly disrupted. Clayton saw these black symbols flowing rapidly on the white paper. Some disappeared, and others moved from the subsequent pages to the current page.

"Today a little monkey came. It looked like the same creature as the pets of the Dinon people, but it knew very little about its own tribe and actually asked me for advice."

"It was very alert. Although I said a lot, it didn't believe everything. So I had to use illusion to let it see the appearance of its people before being impaled on the stakes. As a result, it believed it right away. How pitiful."

"The time is almost up. I wanted to drain its emotions as tuition, but it said it would come again in the future. When it comes, it will present gifts to me. I have to admit that I was touched by its words. So even though I know how unlikely it is for a person to dream of entering the fairyland twice in a row, I still didn't do it and let it go. This is the right choice. Compassion is also a necessary virtue for a monarch."

"Blood Duke has been wandering around the border for six years. No caravan is willing to pass through here. I can't find a foreigner to trade emotions with, and the people at home make me tired. I'm beginning to regret letting that monkey go."

"I know that the passing of emotions is a blessing, and only complete rationality can bring out all my wisdom. But I can't stand this feeling, even if thousands of years have passed, I can't stand it, I have to eat a little more, it's not my problem, my children also need to be provided for, this is all for it"

"It really came again! How did it do that? It must be the power of the Twins of Fate! If I want to leave here, I must obtain its power!"

"Those red-headed people in the fairyland are stupid, but they have strong faith. They are unwilling to lend me their power, but if it is a small creature like this, I am sure I can control it. It really wants to see its own kind, and I may be able to use this to my advantage."

"But the barrier between the fairyland and the real world is too thick. I have to find a way to make it pass through completely."

"But it's in some trouble in the real world. If I don't help it, it will die soon. I have to help it first."

"Although I have been lost here for thousands of years, I still left some legacy in the world, which it should be able to use. Now it owes me more and more, and it must pay it back."

"It's here again, and it looks a little bigger than before."

"Aging. Humph, I almost forgot how pathetic these mortals in this world are. But that's why they need a great man to save them."

"Speaking of this monkey, I found that it has some magical talents, but I can't let it learn too deeply, nor can I let it develop an interest in this area. Otherwise, it may be aware of my intentions, which is good for it, but it won't understand now. I must teach it step by step until it becomes what I need it to be."

"In order to bring us closer together, I gave it the last name from its old name. Now it's called Chud Osmar."

"It couldn't wait to see its own kind again. I was prepared and immediately used illusion to create an illusion. It was made from its own beautiful dreams and some real information. There would be absolutely no flaws - even if there were, it wouldn't believe it."

"It's been almost twenty years. I think I have completely gained its trust, so I taught it a ritual and a method of collecting emotions as sacrifices. I hope it can come here in person one day in the future, rather than meeting through dreams. The ritual I gave it can't open a two-way passage, but after it comes, I can use the divine favor in the red-headed man's body to open the door to the real world."

"It looked a little confused and started to doubt my motives, and that wasn't okay."

"I once again showed it visions of other red-headed men, persuading it to come to Wonderland itself, and these visions encouraged it."

"It looks like it's getting older. If I hadn't often observed those red-headed people, I probably wouldn't have noticed the age difference of its species. Red-headed people can only live forty years in reality. When will it take action?"

"I tried to ask it about this, but it was still hesitant. Where is the determination it showed before?"

"It told me that it has also picked up a student in reality and is now teaching him wholeheartedly, so the process of collecting sacrifices may have to be delayed."

"traitor!"

"I released the illusion again, and it seemed determined this time."

“It’s finally here.”

Clayton closed the Book of Sataki and looked at his niece with a complicated expression.

"Do you think we went too far before? Do you want me to sympathize with him?"

Donna stood there stiffly, looking at him stubbornly. Perhaps she took it for granted. It was obvious that this stubbornness derived from a sense of justice did not come from either Cuitis or Bracora, but was shaped by both of them at the same time, neither of which was indispensable.

"Yes, I know he must die, and I am willing to kill him if necessary. I just hope that you can cultivate a little more compassion through these words. I am very worried about your condition now. The werewolf curse has affected you too deeply. It is no less than the influence of the devil on the devil warlock. You already enjoy torturing people. If you don't try to actively retain the most precious qualities in human nature and let them slip away, can you guarantee that you will still be Clayton in ten years?"

"Even if you are still alive by then, you will become a completely different person due to the influence of the curse. Then I will never talk to you again!"

She tried to make a strong threat, but found that there was very little she could do, so she was not as confident as she had been at the beginning.

Clayton closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, then opened them and handed the book back to her.

"You talk just like your mother," he said with a smile.