The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 404 What happened in the past is happening again now

The Darkins in the Historical Dressing Club are relatively civilized, which may be related to the close connection between their lives and humans.

If you want to live longer, you don't necessarily need strength, hiding is also a way.

The banshee, Ms. Miriam, who had a secret conversation with Julius, answered truthfully what he wanted to know.

As for the kind druids, the last time they arrived in this land was at the invitation of the Konglione family of Berdalabik, to purify the town land and river water polluted by Wei'odi's industrial waste, but in the end they returned in vain.

She hadn't seen such people recently, but a group of bad-tempered druids had come to Weiodi. They were led by Elder Gregory, a typical traditional priest who still followed the traditional way of sacrifice, catching people in wicker cages and burning them or sinking them to the bottom of the water to worship the gods. One had to be extremely careful when dealing with them.

About Alexander - in all of Weiod, there are probably not many Darkin who understand how machinery and electricity work. Julius came to the wrong place.

As for the foreign werewolves
"I've never seen it. Is it ferocious?" asked the banshee.

"They are very ferocious and often eat people. They eat wherever they go," said Julius.

"If it comes nearby, I will definitely know it, because I will cry loudly," the Banshee vowed.

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly filled with tears that could not be stopped, smudging the black eyeliner under her eyes. Two lines of tears mixed with black medicinal charcoal flowed down her cheeks, making her look miserable.

Julius frowned: "Okay, no need to show me your abilities, I know what you are."

He tried to stop him, but the banshee did not stop crying. She was also surprised to stretch out a finger and wiped the corner of her eyes to observe the water marks there, but there was no sign of control at all. The tears accumulated on her face more and more, and soon covered her cheeks.

This was an unexpected event.

The wizard was shocked: "He's coming now?!"

“No, I don’t know.” Miriam’s voice began to cry. Her ability as a banshee quickly allowed her to sense what had happened: “But Mr. Mark is dead.”

Julius had never heard of the name, but everyone else in the villa fell silent.

“Who is Mark?”

Another darkspawn answered him solemnly, "A member of the Historical Dress Club committee."

Miriam was still reading the names: "And Mr. Franklin, Mr. Peterson, Marilyn." She sobbed as she read, and soon she was crying so hard that she couldn't speak.

The music stopped at some point, and only her crying sounded harsh.

This time, Julius knew that the Darkspawn were also members of this club without them having to answer.

There is no need to think about how they died anymore.

"Damn it, it happens again!"

A gentleman with snake-like tongue and dark eyes stood up, cursing, and quickly and skillfully gathered his personal belongings. His movements served as an example for others, including the musicians. They all stood up and packed their bags, and their inhuman faces under the heavy makeup were twisted into a ball.

Only Ms. Miriam was still crying in fear, and even forgot to ask Julius for payment.

Julius didn't leave because he didn't sense any danger.

Not at all.

"Where did all these dead people go before?" he asked Miriam.

"They went to a banquet. Deputy Mayor Turo Orenste invited them to a meeting." Miriam kept trembling, and her nature made her face show an exaggerated expression of grief: "It's terrible, really terrible, just like forty years ago."

"Forty years ago?"

Because of the tears and snot on her face, Miriam's luxurious dress could no longer make her look noble. She sobbed and nodded, saying something that Julius had heard before:
"If there are more than three, one of them must be removed."

While they were talking, the others had already escaped from other exits of the villa, but the so-called danger still did not appear.

"Well, it's time for you to go." Julius pushed Miriam, and she ran away as if she had just woken up from a dream, leaving Julius alone in the empty villa thinking about the meaning of the "proverb".

He sat calmly on the sofa in the most comfortable position, not worrying that the person who came in later would threaten him, which was indeed the case.

After the Darkspawn left, the first people to come in were the [Guards].

There was more than one guard, and they all wore the same uniform and carried guns. When they saw Julius, they immediately pointed their weapons at him vigilantly because he was the only living thing in the house.

The wizard sighed, and before they decided to open fire, he raised his arms that were resting on the back of the sofa:
"Don't shoot, Hazel asked me to come here." "I inherited everything I have, and I may inherit things from others in the future. It's easy for me to make a fortune. At my level and in my circle, I know all the operating methods very well. Nothing can stump me."

“But I’m still in pain.”

Most people cannot feel Norris' pain, but Clayton can.

"Because you have no way to realize yourself," he said.

Norris looked at him with relief, as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.

"From the moment my father took me away from the army, my life reached another turning point. I easily left the front line under the most severe fighting conditions, left you comrades, and let you die. I have always felt the guilt of betraying others for this matter."

Clayton sighed: "You don't have to think like that. We don't expect a savior who can save everyone."

Norris smiled helplessly: "People always make stupid mistakes, but I didn't think so at the time. At that time, because of my extraordinary abilities, I always thought that I was the savior."

"Secret?"

"Blood Mystery," Norris said. "By the time I joined the army, I had delved deeply into the Blood Mystery. I could stay underwater for fifteen minutes, sleep only four hours a day, hibernate like a bear in a snowstorm, eat rotten meat and not get sick, and even if I was seriously injured, I could stop the bleeding with just a thought."

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"It's not easy to tell from the surface," Clayton said.

“Indeed, many people think that the superhuman mentality of extraordinary people comes from their intuitive destructive power, but in fact, we all know that it is this difficult-to-detect gap that separates us from ordinary people.”

The werewolf was thoughtful.

"I recently acquired the Blade Secret, which seems to be somewhat similar to the Blood Secret, but I don't know much about it."

His old friend had a much deeper understanding of the occult than he did: "The Blade Mysticism controls dead things, so many of the Blade Mysticism's extraordinary people are weapon masters, blacksmiths, or craftsmen in other fields. The Blood Mysticism is better at controlling living things, and it is more suitable for survival than fighting."

"What will happen if the esoteric power is studied to a deep level?"

"Do you have offspring?" Norris suddenly interrupted him. "If you plan to raise children, then don't continue to study the secrets, and leave it at the initial stage. This is not a power without a price. The stronger the reaction of the secrets in a person, the weaker the fertility. The children of the nobility may inherit the secrets of their parents, but before they give birth to offspring, they are not allowed to study the secrets, otherwise they will lose their status as heirs."

"This is also why many noble children live a dissolute life when they are young, and they will not stop until they have three or four illegitimate children."

"As extraordinary beings, they are often not that strong. Because of this law, they are not much ahead of those who have acquired the secret teachings later in life. This gives people like me the opportunity to surpass them."

Clayton was slightly surprised: "I didn't know there was such a phenomenon."

He suddenly remembered what the old werewolf Maxim had said, that Elder Dais must be having a headache.

"Otherwise my father would have given birth to another child instead of taking me back." Norris said, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Do you know what makes me most painful?"

He obviously didn't really want Clayton to answer this, so he said it himself.

"Although I felt guilty about leaving the army, I enjoyed everything after returning to my family. The wealth and status that I had worked so hard to get were now within my reach. When I wore a suit that I couldn't buy with all the money I earned in the previous 20 years, and I could easily break open several bottles of the wine that I only dared to drink once a year, a thought suddenly came to my mind - if only I could come back earlier."

"I even thought about the day I left home and regretted not begging for mercy. Maybe if I had begged for mercy, they would have let me stay and I could have lived happily in that mansion for so many years, even if I was just a servant."

"From the moment I had those thoughts, I knew I was completely defeated."

The cold wind outside the window blew into the house through the gap between the window frame and Norris's body. Although the city scene that gave them a sense of ambition before was still there, it seemed that it no longer belonged to them.

"You can't think like that." Clayton said, "Everything you've experienced is irreplaceable. You haven't forgotten the skills you learned, right?"

Norris stared at the werewolf, looking even more troubled than the last moment.

"The skills I mastered in the past, no matter how hard I studied, were only for the purpose of serving others. I could not have become someone like me." He said sadly, "Those things and my current life are like two parallel lines. I could not have reached my current level by relying on these acrobatics alone, no matter how hard I tried. What really made me successful was a wish of my father."

"Everything I enjoy now has actually completely destroyed the person I was in the past, but I still enjoy it all."

Clayton didn't think there was anything wrong with him: "As long as you don't actively hurt others, I think there is nothing wrong with just enjoying the wealth you deserve. You are your father's son, and it is only natural that you inherit the estate."

"Without hurting others?"

Norris smiled.

"People like me hurt others just by existing."