The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 90 Common Language
While Hook Detective Diesel was waiting for the priest, he suddenly saw a face that shouldn't appear through a gap in the poplar bushes.

Short-to-medium hair, tawny eyes, and a bushy king beard.

Although it was only for a moment, he quickly recognized the person.

Clayton Bello.

However, there was a dark red scar on the werewolf's face, across the entire right cheek, and Diesel felt ominous from that scar.A priest wearing a priest's robe was leading the way for Clayton Bello, walking towards the invisible group of tombstones.

This is how the same thing?How could werewolves sneak into the sacred cemetery?
This is the area under the jurisdiction of the church!
Diesel couldn't wait to stand up, walked a few steps and stopped.

He couldn't get too close, the werewolf would smell him.

He watched as Creighton disappeared from view.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, we can start." The priest approached from behind and reminded.

Diesel turned around, and his attitude changed completely from the beginning:
"Maybe it's better if we just dig a hole and send him in, I'm in a hurry."

He was sincere, and if he dug a pit at once, or buried the body, he would have an excuse to keep up with Clayton Bello.

As for Cooper's belief - he can be dug up afterwards and then held a grand funeral in another house. It is very normal for a traveler to leave his hometown to have two funerals.

The priest said slowly: "If you are in a hurry, you can leave directly. I will ask other priests to assist me to complete the funeral. Recently, the southern area of ​​the cemetery responsible for the new funeral is not open to the public, so you don't need to worry about burying the corpse. We will Take care of your friend."

Diesel was silent for a moment, then changed his words and continued.

Along the stone brick aisle, the god attendant's cane tapped rhythmically on the ground, and his footsteps passed the rows of cross tombstones.

Clayton keenly heard a popular tune from the tapping of the cane, but the melody was not too restless, which was quite friendly to the deceased.

Priests, priests, priests.

The difference between these three is that priests have a fixed place of work, while priests are transferred more frequently and tend to serve in areas without churches, while priests do not need to deal with believers at all, as long as they study theoretical theology, and in Appearance to assist in certain public ceremonies is sufficient.

In layman's terms, the job of a servant of God is to study theology.

They knew more about supernatural things and theological writings than ordinary priests.

"Can you tell me how it feels to transform from a normal person to a werewolf? I guess it would be itchy? After all, there is so much hair. Or is it like hair, which is easy to be pulled and hurts?" Like To pass the time, the acolyte asked kindly on the road about Clayton's transformation. He's in his early 20s, the age when he's unafraid and loves everything.

Usually no one comes to the cemetery, even in the daytime, they can talk freely.

Clayton followed his footsteps and answered very unaccustomed.

"Actually, it's okay after getting used to it, but the hair gets dirty more easily."

"So does your tail go inside or outside your pants after transforming?"

"Werewolves don't wear pants."

"Then have you tried cocoa fruit? I heard that it is also poisonous to werewolves, but some phenomena indicate that werewolves do not seem to be poisoned by eating cocoa products, and they have no special reaction to it." God attendant tried his best Adjust the wording so that it doesn't upset Creighton.

Cocoa fruit has a very lethal effect on many canids. The church even considered adding cocoa fruit to the Holy Communion to prevent werewolves from coming to the church. For this reason, they did some experiments.
Clayton doesn't like the subject: "Cocao is bitter, I didn't like it as a human, so I don't try it now."

"That's a pity, I've heard it makes a particularly delicious pastry with sugar and cream."

"That has nothing to do with me, for the reason, as you say, that it may be a poisonous plant to me now."

The God Attendant was silent for a while, but not for long.

Because their destination has arrived.

Near the edge of the cemetery, a tall and gloomy yew forest surrounded the border and blocked the sunlight, making the grass and tombstones look gloomy.

It is worth noting that several tombstones here are skewed and the earth pits are turned outward.

The coffin was exposed from the ground, and some animal violently tore off the lid, leaving serious wounds on the bones and internal organs, and obvious canine teeth marks on the wounds.

Fortunately, the guys lying here are already dead, so they won't cry out for pain.

"The last time that beast appeared was here. Please catch it quickly, our cemetery can no longer be closed." The servant said, pointing to a tombstone that had been completely laid down.

It was for this that the bishop of Talos had invited Creighton.

The watchdog of Wandering Street Church has been alienated. It doesn't know what it has become. Now it is lurking in the cemetery, and it will sneak out at night to dig up corpses and eat them.

It may be because it has been raised for a period of time. At first, the dog did not take the initiative to attack people, so others just thought it was missing.

However, a series of corpse robbery incidents in the cemetery raised the vigilance of the priests here. They found fresh feces and a broken old collar behind a broken tombstone, because there was a dog's name on it. The child recognized what the monster was.

It is against the teachings to allow your own dog to eat people.

However, Wandering Street Church is a very small church in terms of administrative scale, and the resident priests are not capable of dealing with dark descendants, and handling the funeral consumes almost all of their manpower, so they can only temporarily close the new burial area of ​​the cemetery and stop the public. Visiting services, canceling the family members of the deceased to participate in the steps of carrying the coffin during the funeral process to avoid contact with the vicious dog.

During this period of time, they tried to drive away the mutated beast by sprinkling holy water on the cemetery, but unfortunately, the dog had been living on the leftover holy water and sacrament, so it had already developed antibodies against it, and the holy energy was completely restrained. Not to it, just to make it more restless.

Just a week ago, they invited several soldiers to encircle the dog, but the dog attacked and bit two of the soldiers, and then it hid again.

The cemetery on Wandering Soul Street extends all the way to the outside of the city. There are many scattered groves here, and there are some spare stone coffins that can be used as hiding places. It is very difficult to find a dog in such a large area.

Because of the toxins on the corpses, the wounded soldiers quickly fell into a coma and had a persistent high fever. Seeing this situation, the soldiers' chiefs transferred them back and refused to help.

This is why the Church turned to the Darkin for help.

But they have faith in Creighton.

Because Clayton is a werewolf, he and dogs have a common language.

Clayton squatted at the edge of an abandoned burial place, stroking the lines of the tombstone with his palm, identifying the smell in the air, and a smell different from living beings hit his nostrils.

He looked back at God Attendant: "I do smell a rotten smell that is different from the smell of corpses. Are you sure there are no other animals coming in here except that dog?"

"Never, and it's not ordinary animals that can break in." The servant said worriedly.

Although it was just a dog who was cursed by the dark moon, this event meant more than that in the eyes of the church people.

If dogs are transformed here into supernatural evil creatures, so are people. Many young clergymen fear that the power of the Holy Land will not be enough to protect them, so they retreat from their faith and are no longer pious.

But the actual situation is that this year there has been no case of a priest with blessings being transformed into a darkin.

As for the most recent believer who received the curse of the dark moon in a similar case, it was the ancestor of the vampire thousands of years ago.

The servant of the Wandering Street Church still chooses to believe in the power of the Holy Land.

He believed that the only reason the dog had been converted was because it wasn't religious enough.

"I heard that Father Petty of St. Mellon Diocese baptized the dog of the mayor's family. Now it seems that he really has the foresight. The baptized dog must be able to resist the dark curse." The watchdog expressed sympathy. "Poor William, we can't save him. If he tries to hurt you, kill him."

"I will."

Clayton responded simply.

He searched the area until he came into the woods.

The servant watched him work with interest, and looked forward to Clayton speaking the common language of werewolves and dogs.

But it's really an ability that doesn't resort to the vocal system.

Clayton communicates with canines by changing his scent, and although he is a werewolf, he knows how to do it without a teacher.

Smell conveys a clearer message than sound.

Smell is also a language in the eyes of particular beings.

He can even detect how stressed a person is, whether he is afraid or angry, through his smell.

With canines, or other animals with scent glands, he can appreciate even more.

Of course, there is also the possibility of mistakes, but generally speaking, the interference factors are related to the environment, not his sense of smell.

The mutated dog that roams the cemetery smells rather strange.

The mood it shows after drinking and eating is quite sad.

And thanks to it, the whole cemetery is sad.

After walking for half an hour, Clayton finally felt the anger of being hopeless. He punched the trunk of a yew tree, turned to look at God Attendant, his lips bumped violently up and down under the thick beard that hadn't been trimmed for a month. :

"Your dog has been urinating on the tombstone for a long time, do you usually ignore it?"

(End of this chapter)