The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 63
In the dressing room, Clayton quickly found a notebook.

The handwriting in the notes is still cursive. The prostitutes here have obviously received a good education, but they have fallen to this point due to various reasons that cannot be publicized.

In the notes, he found Athena's influence here.

On those few pages, the edges of the paper were curled up, leaving traces of finger kneading, obviously it had been flipped through a lot.

There are several different handwritings on it, more like a memo than a diary.

He sorted out what the dancers had to do under Athena's arrangement, which had quite religious significance and a clear purpose-to conceal themselves from the audience.

The title given to this process by the dancers is "purification".

"Prepare pure candles, salt, holy oil, citronella grass, and a silver decoration."

"At six o'clock in the evening in real time, when the moon is seen, light all the candles in the room, burn the citronella grass on the stage, and bathe the body in the smoke. Um, at the same time apply jewelry."

"Pray to the Heavenly Father for self-confidence during the fumigation process, pray to the Heavenly Father for courage when applying salt, and pray to the Heavenly Father for luck when applying holy oil to the forehead."

"Pray indoors, but you need to face Changyue."

"Walk clockwise around the edge of the stage after praying and turn on stage lights."

"Every half an hour, open for business."

These are just the main steps in the notes, with details such as white candles only, how to mix the holy oil, and what posture to use when praying.

Clayton glanced over these conditions for a while, and soon realized that he didn't need to worry about it.

He found the remaining materials on the table in the dressing room, and the materials prepared by the dancers were not exhausted.

Only the silver ornaments were missing, which had been taken away, but Clayton had a silver clasp to replace.

He touched the button of the notebook and made up his mind.

If you want to know the reasons for the change of the dancers, it is a good way to follow the steps.

Since werewolves were more resistant to mind control, and the dancers showed no signs of being controlled at Notre Dame, he thought there should be no risk in following the notes.

As for what the Blood of Desire ritual will change, he doesn't care.

He is already a werewolf, can he become another kind of monster?
Clayton almost sincerely lit all the rooms and the sconces on either side of the auditorium.

This work should be done by multiple people, and it took more time for him alone. After finishing the preliminary work, his position changed significantly every month, and he needed to go out for proofreading at the end.

There were half bales of lemongrass standing in the corner of the warehouse, and he stuffed them into an empty barrel, carried them to the stage and lit them.

Because there is too much water, the fire is not big, but there is a lot of smoke.

Clayton spread his arms in the white smoke, trying to let the smoke touch all places.

The unusual aroma of the smoke did not upset his nose.

Although not religious, Clayton was also born in the smoke of citronella.

Symbolism aside, the plant has a wide range of medicinal properties and is arguably more popular than tobacco in the medical field.

However, it is also widely used for processing food.

This made Clayton uncomfortable when rubbing salt on himself, always feeling as if he was making bacon.

He tried his best to empty his mind and follow the thoughts in his notes.

Those prayers go straight to the gods.

Clayton didn't believe in God, but he was looking forward to it, eager to get a response from the superior.

He does not believe in God's benevolence, but he believes in God's wisdom, and believes that inhuman wisdom can solve some problems.

After the triple prayer, he walked slowly along the stage, listening to the crunch of the planks echoing under his feet.

The stage of the club is recessed, and the dark curtain is pulled up to give people a sense of closure.The stage is like a box, Clayton is inside, and the auditorium is another world.While the light on the stage comes only from the burning citronella and candles in the center, the aroma and ritual behavior make this small place even more sacred.

During this process, Clayton's mind gradually relaxed.

He could vaguely understand why the believers were so keen on praying.

When a person entrusts all of himself to another being, responsibility and pressure disappear.

After walking four times around the stage, Clayton stopped and looked up in disbelief, but could only see the ceiling.

As precise as the hands of a clock, after completing these steps, there seemed to be a sound in his heart, a feeling of restlessness that was different from that after exercise flowed in his blood, but it was very slight.

Something is calling him.

A hidden connection emerged.

Clayton looked down at his hands, his palms were a little black, which was the sign of werewolf transformation that would only occur under a full moon night.

He could feel that power coming from the sky, warm and sweet, making him subconsciously long for more.

But if you have the heart to restrain it, this restlessness will soon subside.

Is it Changyue?Or something else?
Clayton's instinct told him that if he was in a complete werewolf form, he could experience that feeling more clearly.

He thought it was worth a try.

But there is one more thing left undone.

He went backstage, climbed the ladder to the iron frame overhead, and manipulated the mirror device to light the stage.

The complex installation uses a mirror design similar to that in gem-cutting technology, and only one candle can illuminate the stage.

Back on stage, he prepared a bit, then released himself in a flash of light.

The smooth and vigorous werewolf torso rose in the smoke.

As the shiny black hair pierced the skin, and the human eyes transformed into animal eyes, he felt more and more that his soul was floating to a higher place, which was an experience he had never experienced in previous transformations.

That feeling is extremely reassuring.

He hadn't felt it for many years after leaving his hometown of Batnu.

Garrid once said that some darkin would think they came from another world, and that world is called Wonderland in occultism. Clayton didn't believe it at first, but now he believes it.

This is more comfortable than being in your own hometown, as if the baby is in the mother's body.

He lay down on the ground, almost intoxicated by this dense sense of happiness.

He even thought that even if he couldn't find any clues today, it would be good to sleep here.

After an unknown amount of time, strange odor molecules broke into the nasal cavity with a well-developed sense of smell.

The werewolf woke up from a dream, and angrily pursued the source of the smell.

The curtain in front of the stage was closed tightly, but with his ears pricked up, he could hear the sound of scattered actions.

who is there

With startled anger, the werewolf pulled back the curtain and poked his head out.

In the auditorium, men whose faces could not be clearly seen poured in from the front door in an orderly manner, sat down in the front row, and looked down at the direction of the stage. There were still some people poking their heads in the back, and when they saw no staff checking tickets, they swaggered in too. , and sit down with the person in front.

Clayton's sanity returned.

He remembered that he had destroyed the main entrance when he entered, and the people who were affected by Athena and the layout here could finally come in, as well as those who would evade fares.

What a terrible mistake!

He is still a werewolf now, if he is seen by ordinary people
He quickly shrank back, but he also knew that this action was obvious, and the most urgent task was to regain his human form, put on his clothes and find a way to slip away.

Through the curtain, Clayton's ears flicked.

He suddenly heard strange discussions.

"Old Buck, you're here too. Why didn't this club sell tickets recently? I thought they were closed, but I found out today that it was changed."

"Probably because of the downturn in business, I want to get straight to the point."

"Hahahaha. But seriously, how are the girls here? It's the first time I've been here, but the black-haired beauty just now is really nice, I don't know what the asking price is."

"I didn't have any money to come here for a while, and it was the first time I saw her. She might be a newcomer, she shrank back after seeing us, hehehe, she's really shy."

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Clayton, he had captured a message, and the idea of ​​leaving was shelved again.

"Black-haired girl, where is such a person?"

He has searched the place all over, and found no other living people at all, and those dancers have all moved away.

Had someone evaded his detection?
You can't see it, and you can't smell it. Even Athena can't do both at the same time, so she needs to shift her real body all the time.

Or is it another ghost-like cursed person?
Is she an enemy?
The werewolf, who didn't care about putting on clothes, was thinking in confusion behind the curtain, stroking the snout unconsciously with sharp animal claws, smoothing out the hair. In this reassuring atmosphere, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Wait, that black-haired girl wasn't talking about me?!"

(End of this chapter)