Werewolf hunting rules

They returned to Gévaux before nightfall.

Hearing a knock on the door, Perrault opened the door to receive them, but he didn't look very happy.

"I thought you were going back to the hotel, and I was just about to send your daughter back." The old guy said bluntly, while staring hard at Clayton's mouth.

The lieutenant had completely shaved off the beard that originally covered almost one-third of his face, which made him look a lot thinner, but more handsome than before. A large area of ​​pale skin was exposed where the beard was. The dilated pupils seemed to be looking here and elsewhere, containing extraordinary thoughts.

This trait of werewolves is similar to that of vampires, which makes Perot feel a little familiar.

This subconscious feeling reminded him, and he suddenly felt that his wife was different from the past. She and the guy in front of him were the same kind of existence.

After he finished speaking, the two men did not move.

Clayton nodded slightly: "That's good. We'll go back in a while. But I have to ask you to do a favor and get rid of these tattered clothes. These injuries have nothing to do with the residents of the town, so you can rest assured."

Both women were upstairs, so Clayton simply took off his traumatized coat in the hall, revealing the white shirt that had been stained red and blackened underneath. Julius also took off his coat, as well as the intricate whalebone Wear a bra to allow your wounds to breathe.

After seeing these injuries, Perot had no intention of driving them away. He just cursed, then gave up his seat and let them go in to rest.

No matter what trouble they got into, his wife was likely to run into the same thing in the future, so it was still necessary to keep in touch with the "friends" she knew, and maybe they could help in the future.

Bono's house was not far from Perrault's house. It was quite convenient to go out a few steps and call the coachman to deliver things.

After Clayton and Julius finished changing, Donna and Barbara happened to come down the stairs - they had come to prepare dinner.

When she saw Clayton, Donna stood stunned at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't recognize the beardless man as her uncle, a reaction that hurt Clayton.

"I shouldn't have shaved," he complained.

After hearing him speak, Donna confirmed his identity, walked a little faster and came to his side, shaking her head firmly:

"Nothing, you look much better than before."

In fact, she didn't even know what her uncle looked like until just now.

She couldn't help but look at it for a moment longer, trying to replace the large bush of beard in her memory with this new image.

Seeing her brisk steps, Clayton knew that the injury on her leg was almost healed, and felt relieved. He held his niece's shoulders and looked at Barbara.

"How do you get along?"

This question was asked to two people at the same time. Barbara gave a good answer, but Donna encountered an unspeakable secret.

"Is there anything I need to know?"

Clayton stared at his niece suspiciously, who smiled awkwardly.

"It's nothing, she's a good child." Barbara held her waist and said, forgiving Donna for breaking her waist.

Clayton asked tentatively: "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"no!"

Barbara heard Donna yelling before she could say anything, and she couldn't help showing a relaxed expression on her face. .

"We encountered a lot of trouble today, so I thought about it and it would be better for you to follow Mrs. Barbara as much as possible." Clayton tried his best to persuade his niece.

But Donna also had her own reasons: "You are going back on your word. We agreed before that we would act together tomorrow."

Clayton thought this idea was reasonable before, because he never thought about fighting any humans, but it is different now. He killed five people in one breath today, and the way was extremely brutal. What if there is still such trouble tomorrow? ? Let Donna watch?

He was afraid that Donna would see him kill someone, or that there would be some special situation that forced Donna to kill someone for him. This was not something that a guardian should condone.

His voice dropped: "Girl, I know it's my fault, but the trouble we encountered today is worse than we imagined before. If something happens to you, what should your mother and I do? Do you want me to Witness you walking into danger with your own eyes?"

"Then if something happens to you, what should my mother and I do? Do you want me to watch you go into danger with your own eyes?"

Donna repeated Clayton's words, changing only a few words, but leaving him speechless.

"And when you go out in the afternoon, I will also use a ritual to help you share the risk." The girl said proudly.

Clayton looked at Barbara carefully for confirmation, and the latter seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Yes, she broke my waist and the glass window in the attic was shattered all over the floor."

Old Perot was dumbfounded when he heard this. Only then did he know what happened when the two women were alone.

As the primary target of this explanation, Clayton didn't understand why Donna broke Barbara's waist to share the risk for herself.

"It was an accident. I almost hit the cabinet and died. Aunt Barbara blocked it for me," said Donna.

The lieutenant was immediately in awe of the female vampire.

Before Julius put on his shirt, he applied the ointment and leaned back on the chair, sighing leisurely: "I've said it before, you can't stop her. All the wizards in Bracola have this temper. The source of their power is closely related to their emotions, so they rarely change their minds. If you always go against her wishes and make her endure, she will definitely explode, either to others or herself."

Donna glared at him and then turned back.

Clayton glanced at the wizard and then back at his niece. Their movements were as if they were looking in a mirror.

Finally, the lieutenant gave in, sighing louder than usual.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

This was a great victory. Donna turned around and hugged Barbara to celebrate. The female vampire sniffed the smell of hair oil and soap, calming down her bloodthirsty desire a little bit. Since they just met, Clayton and Julie The smell of blood on Else's body has always tempted her.

On them, the vampire smelled the blood of many people. It was like a sumptuous banquet. If she hadn't drank blood today, she might have lost control in public.

Fortunately, these guests only took a short rest and soon said goodbye to this family.

Perot simply threw the bloody clothes into the fireplace, turned around and saw the handsome green-haired young man whispering in the ear of his wife. He was about to get angry, but the two people quickly separated. Barbara seemed delighted to return to him and reassured her husband with a kiss on the cheek.

"What did he say to you?" Perot asked, frowning.

"It's a good thing." Barbara realized that her husband was paying attention to this matter, and her smile disappeared again, "It's just that I can't say it."

Perot looked at her steadily and sighed very deeply: "At the end of the month, our son will be back. Don't let him find out about these things, and don't let him get involved in these things of yours."

After hearing this, Barbara put her thumb under her teeth again to crush the puncture for the first time in a long time, but no blood came out of the flesh. The pressure of responsibility made her nervous.

"I promise."

On the way back to the hotel, the fire was shining, and the pyre and burning cross were erected again. The idea of ​​using light to drive away wild beasts had not yet been given up by the local rulers.

This was a good thing for the werewolf. It was bright everywhere and no one would notice that his eyes glowed at night.

However, except for the armed night watchmen who occasionally passed by them, there were almost no people walking on the street, which inevitably seemed deserted.

In order to relieve the coldness, the lieutenant took the initiative to ask his niece:

"What did you and Barbara say?"

When mentioned about this, Donna said happily: "She was trying to learn how to read, so she asked me to help."

"Great. But how did you teach her?"

"She has a family history, which contains many legends and stories. I selected a few simple stories about grammar and used them as teaching materials to teach her to pronounce each letter one by one. She learned it very quickly!" Speaking of his achievements, Donna simply couldn't stop: "Even if something unexpected happens in the middle, she can already read the first story by herself. According to me, if I keep teaching like this, she will be able to do it in a short time."

"I went to high school with you," Julius continued.

The girl wilted.

Fortunately, retribution came soon. When the wizard was playing with the wand, he discovered a crack on it under the street light. He broke it with a little force, and the wand separated into two branches.

"It must have hit somewhere before."

Julius sighed, he took off the gem on it, and then threw the wand into the fire on the roadside, adding a bit of brightness to the flames.

"You just threw it away?" Clayton asked doubtfully, "I thought a magician needs a wand to cast spells."

The wizard laughed: "There is a joke among wizards - what was the wand invented for? The answer is 'to replace our fingers'." He stretched out his finger and shook it: "The wand can make spellcasters The speed is faster and the landing point is more accurate, but it's just a little bit. If you don't consider excellence, these few in your hand are not much worse than a magic wand."

He turned to look at the girl: "This young lady probably thinks so too. You Bracola people seem to rarely use wands."

"To be precise, we do not use magic wands." Donna corrected him: "Our magic focuses more on connection. As long as the connection is established, the magic will find the target by itself, without the need for a magic wand to guide."

Clayton suddenly realized: "That's why you react so sensitively when you are pointed at by a finger." He remembered that both of them would dodge when faced with a finger.

Both wizards nodded in acknowledgment.

"The folk custom of 'don't point your fingers' actually comes from the etiquette between wizards." Julius said: "Even if you don't know witchcraft, your fingers can help release malice. It has the same purpose as the evil eye. Ability. If the other person points their finger at you, it most likely means that the other person is cursing you. It is best to react quickly. After all, no one knows whether the person pointing at you is an ordinary person or another wizard."

The lieutenant felt very fresh hearing this knowledge.

"This sounds just like a pistol duel. So if I slash it right at that person's finger, will it be able to split the invisible curse in half?"

Julius choked.

"I don't know. You can find a wizard to test it, but don't ask me."