Werewolf hunting rules

The dark descendants in the historical clothing club are relatively civilized, which may be related to the close connection between their lives and humans.

If you want to live for a long time, you don't necessarily need strength. Concealment is also a way.

The banshee Lady Miriam, who Julius was talking to secretly, 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 Conglione family of Boda Labick to purify the land and river water in the townships that were polluted by Weiodi's industrial waste, but in the end they failed. And return.

She hasn't seen such a person recently, but a group of druids with a bad temper came to Weiodi. The leader is Elder Gregory, who is a typical traditional priest. He still follows the traditional way of offering sacrifices, including catching people in wicker cages and burning them or sinking them into the water to worship the gods. You must be extremely careful when dealing with them. .

Regarding Alexander - I am afraid that there are not many dark descendants in the whole Wei Ody who understand the operation of machinery and electricity. Julius came to the wrong place here.

As for the foreign werewolves

"I've never seen it before. Is it ferocious?" the banshee asked.

"Very ferocious, often cannibalistic and eats wherever he goes," Julius said.

"Then if it comes nearby, I will definitely know it, because I will cry very hard." The banshee vowed.

As she was speaking, her eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and they couldn't stop flowing out. The black eyeliner under her eyes was stained and blurred. Two lines of tears mixed with black medicinal charcoal flowed down to 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 the other party, but the banshee did not stop crying. She was also surprised and stretched out a finger to wipe the corners of her eyes, observing the water marks on them, but there was no sign of being controlled at all. Tears accumulated more and more on her face. It quickly spreads all over the cheeks.

This is an unexpected event.

The wizard was horrified: "He's here now?!"

"No, I don't know." Miriam's voice began to sound like crying. Her ability as a banshee quickly allowed her to sense what 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 Darkin answered him seriously: "Member of the Historical Clothing Club Committee."

Miriam was still reading the names: "And Mr. Franklin, Mr. Peterson, Marilyn." She sobbed as she read, and soon she was speechless.

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

This time, Julius knew that they were also members of this club without the need for these dark descendants to answer.

There is no need to think about how they died.

"Damn, it's happening again!"

A black-eyed gentleman with snake eyes stood up. He cursed and packed up his personal belongings very quickly and skillfully. His actions set an example for others, including the musicians, who all stood up and packed their bags. Under the heavy make-up, her inhuman face was scrunched up.

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

Julius didn't leave, he didn't sense danger.

Not at all.

"Where have all these dead people been?" he asked Miriam.

"They went to a banquet. Deputy Mayor Turro Orlanst invited them to a meeting." Miriam kept trembling, and her face made an exaggerated expression of grief: "It's terrible, it's 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 nodded while sobbing, and said the words Julius had heard:

"If there are more than three, one of them will be removed."

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

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

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

After the dark descendants left, the first person to come in belonged to the [Guard].

There were more than one guards, all wearing uniforms and carrying 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 fire, he raised his arms on the back of the sofa:

"Don't shoot, Hazel asked me to."

"Everything I have is inherited, and I may have to inherit other people's things in the future. It doesn't take any effort for me to get rich. I already know all the operating methods at my level and circle, and there is nothing that can do it." Stumped me."

"But I'm still in pain."

Norris's pain can't be felt by most people, but Clayton can feel it.

"Because you can't realize yourself." He said it.

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

"From the moment I was taken away from the army by my father, my life went to another turning point. I easily left the front line under the most severe conditions of the war, and I left you comrades, leaving you to die. I have always Feel the guilt of betraying others for this matter.”

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

Norris smiled helplessly: "People are always stupid. 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 message?"

"Blood Secret." Norris said. "When I joined the army, I had already delved very deeply into Blood Secret. I could dive for fifteen minutes, sleep only four hours a day, hibernate like a bear in a snowstorm, and eat rotten meat. You won’t get sick, and even if you are seriously injured, a thought can stop the bleeding.”

"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 hard-to-find gap that separates us from ordinary people."

The werewolf mused.

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

The old friend has a much deeper understanding of the occult than he does: "The Blade Secret masters dead objects, so many extraordinary beings in the Blade Secret are weapon masters, blacksmiths or craftsmen in other fields. The Blood Secret is better at mastering living things, It’s better for survival than fighting.”

"What will happen if the secret power is studied to the depths?"

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

"This is also why many aristocratic children will spend a period of debauched life when they are young, and they will not stop until they have three or four illegitimate children."

"And as extraordinary beings, they are often not that powerful. Because of this kind of law, they are not much ahead of those who acquire the secret knowledge. This gives people like me a chance to catch up with them."

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

He suddenly remembered what the old werewolf Maxim said. Elder Dais must have had a headache.

"Otherwise my father will have another child instead of taking me back." Norris said, suddenly smiling bitterly: "Do you know what pains me the most?"

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 once had to work so hard to obtain were at my fingertips. When I wore a suit, all the money I had earned in the previous twenty years was at my fingertips. I can’t buy a dress that money can buy, and I can just break open several bottles of wine that I only dared to drink once a year in the past. Suddenly an idea came to my mind - it would be great if I could come back earlier.”

"I even think about the day I left home, and I regret that I didn't beg for mercy. Maybe if I had begged for mercy, they would have allowed me to stay, and I could live happily in that mansion for so many years, even if it was just as a servant. identity."

"I knew from the moment I had these thoughts that I was completely defeated."

The cold wind outside the window blew into the house from the gap between the window frame and Norris's body. Although the urban 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 have experienced is irreplaceable, and the skills you have learned have not been forgotten now, right?"

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

"The skills I have mastered in the past can only be used to serve others, and it is impossible to become a person like me." He said sadly: "Those things and my current life are like two parallel lines. Just relying on these acrobatics, No matter how hard I try, I will never reach where I am now. What really makes me prosperous is my father’s thoughts.”

"Everything I enjoy now has actually completely destroyed me 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 take the initiative to harm others, I think there is nothing wrong with just enjoying the wealth you deserve. You are your father's son, and inheriting the inheritance is natural."

"Not hurting others?"

Norris smiled.

"People like me hurt other people as long as they exist."