The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 389: Sinking to the Bottom

Two werewolves sentenced to death fell from the sixth floor of the tower into the nearby moat, creating a huge splash in the night.

"They fell into the river," said Lind. "I'll go get them."

Opiros nodded and did not let the werewolves of lower status do this task. When it came to dealing with enemies, the strong men of the clan liked to do it themselves, and they also needed to hurry.

In order to facilitate water supply, they connected the moat to the river.

By tomorrow, no one will know where the body has drifted to.

Lind jumped into the window frame and looked down. The height from the sixth floor to the surface of the moat took a strong man like him a few seconds to make up his mind. As his figure disappeared from the window, Opiros also walked over and looked down outside the window. The distance between them was too far. Even with extraordinary vision, he could not see where Lind was. He could only hear the sound of dripping water.

His father also came over and observed the situation outside with him, but the combined effect of their efforts did not improve.

Looking at the clan leader and his son with their backs to her, and Elder Maxim who closed his eyes to pray again, Lydia pursed her lips and retreated to the corner in a daze. Everything that had just happened had a special meaning to her, and now no one knew what she was thinking.

The leisurely and quiet atmosphere did not last long, as some werewolves came from downstairs to inquire about the reason why the chief had just issued the summons. After learning that the guest and a tribe member were included in the hunting list, they also showed the appropriate surprise.

Opilus did not like this predictable reaction and urged them to check what the two men had left in the castle.

However, Lavine did not bring anything with him. The luggage of "Edwards" contained some cash, perfume, toothpaste, toothbrush and other daily necessities, but nothing to prove his identity.

The only thing that looked special was the carcass of a bird.

Opilus was confused about its location, he didn't recognize this bird. The bird was brightly colored and soaked in strong liquor, it seemed to be a specimen for viewing, but it was placed in an opaque pottery jar, and he knew that some alchemists would try to soak biological materials in strong liquor to preserve their medicinal properties for a long time.

Is it for viewing or for eating?
Or maybe this is just a code, and the real meaning lies in carrying it?

Opiros summoned the alchemists of his clan to study this item, hoping to gain some results. The remaining time would be enough for him to return to the ritual hall and continue his work.

But when everything was cleared, Lind brought bad news.

The bodies of Edwards and Lavine had disappeared. It might be that the temperature had risen recently, the snow along the waterway had melted, and the water flow was more turbulent than before. When he went down, the bodies had already drifted away.

Although Opilus was unhappy, he did not blame Lind. He asked the loyal Fang to send other human men to search for the body in secret.

After a werewolf dies, it will turn into a wolf or a human. They don't have to worry about the werewolf being exposed to the public, but if the corpse turns into a human, they must find it and destroy it.

These two werewolves are related to the Elders' Council of Sasha City and the Hutton family respectively, and their deaths need to be kept secret for the time being.

The missing two people were not a big deal. Maybe the church would intervene, but they could handle it.

Wei'aodi itself is an extremely chaotic city, where death and disappearance are the norm, even if the Black Claw clan does not exist.

The clergy have always suspected that the many disappearances in Wei'odi were the work of the Black Claw clan. Although some of them are true, most of them are unfounded speculations and have nothing to do with werewolves.

The recent frequent disappearances may be the result of the Dark Moon. Various newborn Darkin cannot control their own strength and reason, so they kill people indiscriminately and expose themselves.

The werewolves don't take this phenomenon seriously.

The Black Claw Clan is a settlement of werewolves. It will not and does not need to control the behavior of other darkspawn. Chaos itself is beneficial to werewolves because they are naturally united and can retain strong power at any time. They can also cast their "votes" at critical moments and make the chaotic situation develop in a direction that is beneficial to them.

But Opiros could still vaguely feel an imminent threat.

What exactly is it? Where is it coming from?
The dark cloud hanging over Wei Aodi's head seemed to never dissipate.

Even in the season with the most sunshine, the night here starts two hours earlier and ends two hours later.

At six o'clock, the streets were still dark and pedestrians had to carry lanterns when walking.

But this had nothing to do with Joseph, he did not leave his home far, because his sick mother always needed someone to take care of her. He was only seven years old, but he already had to contribute to the family, and getting food was his responsibility and job.

The northern district of Weiodi is the most resource-poor area in the city. The only reason for its existence seems to be a smooth road and a large number of cheap houses.

There is nothing worth mentioning here, but the population is still of some value, which leads to the rampant gangs here, all of which are engaged in the business of human trafficking and contraband trafficking, or operating the low-end market of the assassin industry. If you must seek some local characteristics, then there are only illegal things. The black market in the city is the most lively here. Every late at night, underground boxing matches and brothels that provide young prostitutes will also welcome a large number of guests wearing masks and high-end clothes every day.

Joseph didn't fully understand how complicated the world of these adults was, but he knew that a lot of garbage would be moved to the square in his neighborhood from late at night to early in the morning, and there might be some edible food among them. He came to the garbage dump in the dark, climbed over the pile of garbage, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he carefully searched through the fresh upper layer, while there were several thin black shadows doing the same thing next to him.

This kind of thing must be done as soon as possible, because when it gets light, the adults will come and take over.

However, after half an hour, he still couldn't find anything edible, so he could only take away some garbage that could be used as fuel.

But Joseph didn't just have one way to get food. With a mind smarter than his peers, he had discovered a treasure trove of resources near his home and learned to use it to get food and water.

But the reason we have to go to the dump first is because there are too many people in the family and there is never enough food.

Around seven o'clock, after bringing the fuel home, Joseph went out again. He squatted on the riverbank under the bridge opposite his home, picked up the net he had set under the bridge, and counted last night's catch, hoping to find something edible.

The river water has been polluted by toxic substances discharged from factories and turned black. Normal fish are rarely seen. The remaining aquatic animals are mostly aggressive and toxic, difficult to subdue, and have little meat. But Joseph does not expect meat. The large amount of algae floating on the water is his real target.

Not only did the local factories dump large amounts of sewage into the river, they also had the problem of whale oil leaks.

The nutrient-rich oils are absorbed by the algae, and they grow one after another. If there were not enough sunlight, perhaps one day they would cover the entire river surface.

Because of their easy harvest nature, they became Joseph's main source of food.

The algae tastes pretty good after being dried, just a little bitter.

The algae harvested in the net last night were a black mass that almost blocked the waterway under the bridge. It looked heavier than a person, but the amount was far less than Joseph had expected. The amount would decrease sharply after the algae were dried, and it would not be enough for his family to eat.

Joseph had to turn his eyes to the strange black "towers" in the bridge arch.

It was a tower made of densely packed palm-sized shells and hardened mud. There were so many of them that they almost occupied the sidewalks on both sides of the waterway in the bridge arch.

This shellfish is one of the few organisms that can adapt to sewage. Since the water quality has deteriorated, some of their habits have also changed. They used to dig holes scattered on the riverbed, but now they gather together. They use the mucus they secrete to solidify the soil, forming a "building" taller than Joseph.

There are many hollow tiny channels in the middle of the soil. They hide in the upper floors of the tower and absorb water from the upper floors through these channels as thin as blood vessels.

Of course, this shellfish is not suitable for consumption, otherwise there would not be so many of them.

But even if their meat is poisonous, they still have the ability to purify water. Just open the shell and gently press the white tongue meat with your thumb, and a large amount of non-toxic mucus will squeeze out. This can be used as clean drinking water. This is a survival skill that everyone in the North District knows.

Joseph, who had always considered the shells a source of water, now hesitated.

Eating shells can make you sick, but hunger is an enemy standing right in front of you that cannot be ignored.

If there is another way to get food
Yes, yes, these methods must exist, but none of them are something a seven-year-old child can do, Joseph thought confusedly. He was the best at finding food in the family, but now the food was not enough. He could only hope that his other brothers and sisters who were old enough could get food to make up for today's shortfall.

At least get through today.

At least don't let mom die.

A strange sound of water came from not far away. Joseph looked over and saw a large black shadow floating towards him.

The deep light reflected on the water surface, and he couldn't see clearly what it was, but based on past experience, it should be algae. Some aquatic creatures also eat algae, and they will swim along with the floating algae, so the sound of water is not surprising.

Such a large piece of seaweed is enough for one person. Joseph cheered up, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground next to him and poked at the shadow, preparing to scoop up the seaweed.

Snapped.

There was more than just the sound of water splashing.

The algae is very soft, but the stick feels like hitting a solid object.

Joseph was stunned for a moment and did not stir the floating object with the stick again.

The black shadow continued to drift with the current until it hit the rope net he had put back earlier, and then stopped. As the water waves rose and fell slightly, the true face of the thing also surfaced.

This is a pale, naked, adult man.