The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 42 Tempting flesh and blood

What some people don't know is that besides the sun and the dark moon, the most inconspicuous ever moon also bestows blessings.

Although astronomers and astrologers have discovered that the moonlight of the perennial moon comes from the refraction of sunlight, the blessing of the day has indeed acquired new properties after being refracted by celestial bodies.

Those who receive the blessing of Changyue are the least conspicuous,
Their bodies are weak and will not be restrained by silver and other holy objects, and only a few of the extraordinary powers they have acquired can be improved through practice.

But some natural abilities are even more treacherous than the cursed among the darkin.

The Beast Walker is a manifestation of a lunar blessing.

They have similarities with the shapeshifters in Darkin, such as the ability of beast language, but there are more differences.

Werewolves have three forms: human, werewolf and wolf form.

Creighton hasn't been able to master the last one yet, but anyway, these changes are made on his original human body.

But beast walkers are different, they have two separate bodies.

One is a human, and the other is their corresponding animal, but neither possesses extraordinary powers—except that the animal body can enjoy the benefits of the same lifespan as a human body.

When one of the bodies loses consciousness, the beastwalker's soul attaches to the other body and continues to act.

Haun looks like a rat walker, and Clayton just killed his human body, which means that Clayton looked at the densely packed black rats in the mansion, and he had to kill Haun once.

But it is hard to imagine the difficulty of finding the one with a human soul among these thousands of ordinary mice.

The rats rushed towards them like a black tide.

"Clara is going to be eaten!" Clara yelled in horror from the cage.

The wires of the birdcage were tightly packed, but silver was not a solid metal, and the rats certainly wouldn't mind grinding their teeth on it.If it was eaten by rats, it would be impossible for the body to recover anyway.

"Clara, don't underestimate Creighton."

Clayton remained calm, and the rats surrounded them, but this did not mean that Haun could cause him much trouble.

The reason is because his life experience is richer.

In the southern part of the kingdom, some people are surprised to find that when a mint arrangement is placed in the house, those pesky rodents don't want to visit that room anymore.

Natural mint has the ability to repel mice.

Since Clayton developed the habit of eating raw meat, in addition to more frequent oral cleaning, he often carries oral deodorant with him, which happens to contain a large amount of peppermint essential oil.

He took out the glass bottle of deodorant from his coat pocket, held it high with his right hand, and crushed it. The irritating liquid containing the fragrance splashed out and was randomly smeared on his body and the birdcage.

The scent evaporated quickly, and the rats fled back as fast as they had come.

For at least three hours, no rat would dare to attack Clayton.

When the swarm retreated, only one mouse stood in place.

Of course, it also feels a natural aversion to the mint aroma, but human rationality made it restrain its nature for the first time, and still wanted to command other mice not to retreat, but was knocked off balance by other mice instead, and failed to imitate their actions in time , become a "social" mouse.

This courage and uniqueness did not pay off.

Of course, the speed of the mouse cannot keep up with the werewolf, and its ending is very clear.

Clayton didn't expect the effect of oral deodorant to be so good. He held the Horn rat in his hand to observe.I don't know if the mouse's pure black eyes are staring at him, but this body is much cleaner than its human body.

The lieutenant's face is now a giant compared to it: "Now we can see together what the Holy Grail will leave here."

He mocked and stuffed the Horn rat into the cage, and it squatted on top of the human head, chewing Clara's blond hair angrily, causing her to protest violently.

Open the door of the basement. The structure of the basement here is quite similar to Clayton's house. It is still a slope that requires him to bend down and bow his head to enter, but the collection inside is even more amazing than his house.

A horrible blood-red sarcoma protruded like a plant with thick and long blood vessels, deeply rooted in the concrete floor.

Other than that, nothing else.

Its height was too high, and the place where it topped to the top of the basement was completely flat, and the piece of meat slowly expanded and contracted as if it was breathing.

Strangely, Clayton smelled a seductive fragrance from it.

He couldn't believe that he could still have an appetite for such an ugly and profane thing, but after thinking about it, he had eaten Clara, and he felt less uncomfortable.

"What is this?" He asked the Horn rat, but the latter's body was just an ordinary mouse, its intelligence was greatly degraded compared to that of a human body, and the structure of its vocal cords did not allow it to answer with a human voice.

"Clara, do you know what this is?"

Clara played normally: "Clara doesn't know."

"It seems that no one can explain to me what this is." Clayton said to himself, keeping his eyes on the weird sarcoma.

This thing doesn't seem to grow and attack organs, so it can be eaten.

Although it looks rough on the surface, on the other hand, no poisonous glands were found, so it should be edible.

Haun said before that this is a sacred object, an important thing that "mother" asked him to guard.

Clayton doesn't know what it is, and doesn't need to know what it is. As long as it is something that the Holy Grail cares about, it is revenge, and eating it is also a way to destroy it.

Also, he's a little hungry now and wouldn't mind eating something.

The werewolf wasn't sure if he was conscious or not, but he began to justify eating the thing unconsciously.

In the end, it is the "eat" side that wins.

Clayton has already lost control of his emotions once today, and has taken the special medicine given by the elders.

But this time, the special medicine failed to overcome the natural desire. He took off his clothes, transformed into a werewolf, and ate on the lump of meat.

Nails and teeth digging into the flesh, blood flowing,

But it doesn't seem to have pain nerves, and it maintains a uniform expansion and contraction movement during the process of being eaten.

When Clayton felt a strong sense of fullness and took the initiative to stop eating, the mass of meat was less than one-tenth smaller and still active.

"How I lost control."

He licked his teeth, and there was no nausea at all, he only felt the fragrance on his lips and teeth.

After turning Clara around, Clayton put on his clothes again, thinking seriously while regretting.

This thing is too weird, just general cutting may not be able to destroy it.

Maybe it could be set on fire, or maybe he could come a few more times
"I found something strange."

That's what Clayton told Elder Grogne.

He didn't know where Grogne himself was, but Grogne himself rushed over after he announced the loot at the Pulitzer family mansion.

Before the conversation, Elder Grogne had hinted to him not to say that the source of this thing belonged to the Holy Grail Society. If he knew the source and accepted Creighton's spoils, it would be equivalent to the Elder Council supporting him in attacking the Holy Grail Society.

Their contract with the Holy Grail will not allow this to happen,
Even if everyone knows it well, they can't say it.

Grogne picked up a piece of wriggling flesh brought back by Clayton, observed it carefully under a magnifying glass, then tore off a little bit with his own hands, put it in his mouth to chew, and nodded in satisfaction.

“very incredible”

Clayton asked him, "So what is this?"

"It's a placenta."

"I wonder what's so special about it?"

Gronie simply put the whole piece of flesh into his mouth, chewing with blood spattering:

"It's very nutritious."

Clayton stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the table in dissatisfaction: "Elder, you know that's not what I want to know."

"But it's not a bad thing to know more. It's particularly nutritious. It means that it can enhance your ability and help you master the power of werewolves faster." Grogne swallowed the flesh and blood, not joking with Creighton: "I I suggest you go to the vegetable market to buy more, they are really useful to you.”

"This placenta is not available for purchase, it just looks extraordinary, and I couldn't control my appetite when I saw it," Clayton said.

Grogne pondered for a moment: "The placenta has a sacred image connected with life. Many rituals use fresh placenta. If it is a placenta from a powerful strange beast, the effects of the spells it possesses will be terrifying, and even contain a certain amount of Blessings and curses, it's normal to attract your appetite. By the way, how much did you eat?"

"Less than one-tenth."

"It seems that you have good self-control."

Clayton knew he had misunderstood something: "That placenta was higher than me."

For the first time, Elder Grogne lost control of his expression. He frowned and began to try hard to recall the taste in his mouth.

"That must be a very powerful beast!"

(End of this chapter)