The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 60 Just Act Like Nothing Happened
When Clayton walked back, he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind.

But it turned out to be Mary coming from behind.

She was in good spirits, and seemed to be doing better than Clayton, and the horse she was riding on suddenly had a saddle, which was obviously the military doctor's horse.

Clayton told her to stop, or she would rush forward again, unable to recognize him.

"Get something?"

Mary shook her head: "They didn't take away Charles's body parts, that part of the meat was directly thrown into the hospital's stove, and it was too late when Achill called us."

"Is the doctor still alive?"

Clayton asked a question that most people would find inexplicable, but Mary understood it immediately.

She frowned and asked, "Fathlag is dead too?"

"I think so."

Clayton also got the information that the military doctor was dead, and couldn't help being a little discouraged.

He still has some confidence in hand-to-hand combat, but he knows nothing about magic.

He served in Laurent in his early years, and he met shamans and priests elected by the local resistance army. They all claimed to be witchcraft, immortal, and able to curse the kingdom's garrison for bleeding and sores. Children in the country are also trapped in sudden illness.

Clayton didn't believe it at the time, and his subordinates were half convinced.

In order to avoid dealing with these nagging enemies and avoid low morale, his usual practice at that time was to first detect the enemy's stronghold, and then immediately apply for artillery support.

At a distance of three kilometers, the salvo of the cannon can easily tear apart the enemy's position. The only disadvantage is that they cannot pick up the complete loot.

Thinking about it now, this may be the reason why he has not found a local transcendent in Lauren.

Relying on cannons and muskets, weapons that are not suitable for operation in the city, also indirectly led to his current dilemma of being helpless with magic.

"Go back together?" Mary asked him, reaching out her hand.

Clayton didn't have the idea of ​​two people sharing a horse. He wanted to go to Grogne, but he couldn't ignore the current situation, so he told her: "You quietly let the horse go and go back on foot. If anyone asks, you just say I haven't seen them, and I don't know what I'm doing. Also, let everyone else go first, and treat it as the end of the matter."

Surprisingly trusting him, Mary withdrew her hand and dismounted, then asked, "Is it necessary to tell the church people? They may be able to help."

Clayton waved his hand: "They already know this is unusual."

Now that Marie Etta was doing the job, Clayton never went back to the military hospital, nor did he go back to the General Security Department.

He turned around and rented a carriage to the Pulitzer House in the city center.

But this time Grogne didn't come to see him, because the servants here didn't know where Grogne had gone, so they only let him rest in the waiting room.

When there are four people, the waiting room is crowded, and when there is only one person, it is too spacious.

Clayton picked up a cigarette and held it between his fingers, hesitating whether to have a long-lost one.

He had to admit that he was a little scared.

He has seen people who have been directly hit by a shell, but this is the first time someone has been killed in front of him by that invisible force.

That kind of power is too evil, it's really frightening, it's just like the demons in hell. Demons
He was lost in thought.

The door of the waiting room was knocked open, and an old man of the same size holding a large beer glass stood at the door, looking at him with one arm on the door frame.

"Wolfman?"

Clayton was not annoyed by being called out for his identity. He felt a familiar military temperament from the old man, which was not comparable to those soldiers in the military hospital who had never been on the battlefield.

He stood up naturally and replied, "I am."

"Then you don't have to wait, Grogne won't be back today."

The old man's physique almost filled the door frame. Even Clayton was a head shorter than him, and his muscle mass was far inferior. His jacket was no different from a coat to ordinary people.

Clayton asked him back, "Who are you?"

"I'm Daisy, another elder." Daisy raised his glass and saluted him, but didn't drink any more.

Clayton was taken aback, he didn't expect to see the second elder so soon.

However, he thought about it again, and it was probably the same as what the elder said about the Holy Grail Society, so he opened his mouth to tell what he had experienced.

However, the elder was indifferent, and interrupted after hearing him say a few words: "Don't tell me these things, Grogne likes to hear this, he is in charge of local affairs."

Clayton was pretty sure no one wanted to hear that, and he wasn't just trying to tell.

"Actually, I'm here to ask about the means to deal with magic. A wizard from the Holy Grail Order crushed a person's head through the air. I need a way to counter magic."

The old man emptied his wine glass in one breath, with a disdainful expression on his face: "Magic. Why don't you shoot before they chant the spell? The range of magic is farther than bullets."

"The problem is that I saw people chanting spells, and the wizard was not there."

"A person who can affect reality without being present is a summoner."

Creighton doesn't see the distinction as bad.

"Warlocks are all sensors. Dealing with them is more difficult than dealing with wizards. But the spell you see should be the power of demons. It requires a very complicated ritual to work, and it cannot be used on the battlefield immediately."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, and focused more on finding out Athena's real body.

Elder Dais came in and sat opposite Clayton, occupying the entire sofa by himself.

"I heard that you are dealing with Athena Pruger now?"

"Yes, she always has a way to change her identity, how can I find her?" Clayton humbly asked for advice.

"You are in trouble. She is both a parasitic demon and a summoner. Her natural ability and spells work together. Even I can't catch her."

The old man pondered for a moment and gave a solution: "However, it should be very convenient for werewolves to deal with her. You have a closer connection with the moon than other dark descendants, and mental abilities generally cannot work against you. If you use the battle cry in front of you, the warlock's mental resistance is stronger than that of the wizard, just kill all the unaffected people in your vision, and you will not miss her."

He conceived very well, this method is simple and fast, and has a very high operability.

The old man couldn't help being proud of his unswerving tactical thinking.

"Okay, do you have any questions?"

"Now there is indeed a new problem." Clayton responded.

"You said."

"What's the battle cry?"

Clayton had heard that some natives or Icelandic residents would use roars to deter the enemy, but he had never personally encountered them.

If it was just a simple roar, he didn't feel any special change in his werewolf voice.

Hearing this question, the old man put the wine glass on the table and made a loud noise: "Battle roar is the only spell-like talent a werewolf has. Why, don't you know it?"

Clayton is a feral werewolf who can be said to know nothing.

He put his hands on his knees and shook his head: "I won't."

"You can practice your voice, just like singing." Elder Dai Si calmly suggested. "You should try to sing to the moon more at night, maybe you will find the feeling."

Clayton doubted the effectiveness of this approach,
More than once he whispered in the bathroom toward the window, but got nowhere.

"Does this really work?"

"How can I, a human, know how to hone the talent of a werewolf?" The old man felt impatient. He had no desire to teach newcomers. The answer just now was just a temporary interest, and now his interest is exhausted:

"Don't be so surprised by my identity, it doesn't matter. Now listen, all my experience about werewolves comes from the few ones I killed. They all know how to fight, so you should too, if you can't learn Yes, that's your problem, simple as that."

(End of this chapter)