Werewolf hunting rules

Fairies are creatures that are connected to the forces of nature. Just like the forest spirits of the past, they are only found in areas with beautiful environments such as forests and swamps.

Their power comes from their environment. When a fairy decides to settle down, she becomes the master of the water and soil under her feet, and the leaves and soil become her eyes. Her power can detect every insect crawling in the ground, and even the birds flying high above cannot escape their surveillance.

If there really was a fairy in Revo, then everything they did should have been visible to each other.

Donna is dismissive of Julius's concerns; the wizards of Bracola deal with these otherworldly creatures more often than Strass does.

"There's nothing to worry about. She must be a newcomer who just discovered the power of the ancient bloodline this year, just like Uncle Clayton, otherwise the river wouldn't be so lifeless." She specifically pointed to those that were bare and covered with gravel. of road surface.

In the area where water nymphs live, spring will also stop for them, and mosses and fungi are frequent visitors to their homes.

The desolate riverbank proves that even if there is a fairy here, her magic power is quite weak.

"And Aunt Barbara's ancestors recorded their story. The Lacks family is the descendant of the water nymphs. Their power is not enough to spread far away from the shore."

If there was any trouble, as long as they hid back in the town, it would be impossible for the Water Fairy to chase them. Because fairies who leave their settlement will lose all their magic power.

Clayton coughed, drawing their attention back.

"The intelligence we have found shows that there are currently only two people in the Lacks family, and neither of them is in Gevaux. The only woman, Adelaide Lacks, left Gevaud last month - following a stranger to the city. Here. People from the church and the army also came here last month. Before she left Jevo, she took away a group of people in the name of medical treatment, but in fact they took away all those who revealed that they were inspired by the dark moon. Human. If she had turned into a Darkin at that time, the church would have taken her away."

Donna didn't refute anymore. Her thick black eyebrows were knitted together in Pelliot style, and she looked very energetic when she was thinking.

"It's really troublesome. We can just go to her and ask for clarification." She finally said.

This method is really the simplest.

No investigation is faster than asking the person involved, if this water fairy really exists.

She picked up a stone from the ground, put it to her lips and whispered for a while, then shouted again.

"Stone, Stone, please tell the owner of this place our intention."

"Stone, Stone, please tell the owner of this place our intention."

"Stone, Stone, please tell the owner of this place our intention."

She shouted the same words to the stone three times, then threw it into the river.

"If that fairy Adelaide lives in the water, she will soon know that we are looking for her, and the stone will tell her." Donna said to Clayton.

They stared at the water, starting from the first ripples caused by the stone falling into the water, and waited until the water calmed down. No unusual female figures appeared in the river to ask whether they were gold or silver stones.

Even the werewolf felt a little cold after standing still for a long time by the river.

"Sorry, Donna, but does this really work?" Clayton couldn't help but turned to ask her.

Donna released her hands from her chest, tugged on her red hood irritably, and tucked in some of her black slightly curly hair.

If the Water Fairy doesn't appear, it means that Clayton and Julius have the right idea, and the information she provides is useless.

This was her first official action, and she didn't want to give her uncle the impression that she was immature.

"Maybe she came a little late."

As if to match her words, a white arm quietly emerged from the river. It stretched slowly and smoothly from the water, reminiscent of rainwater seeping from the cracks in the ceiling.

Between those pale and slender fingers like fishbones was the stone that Donna had thrown into the water.

Under the deep water, a human head emerged.

The long black hair that sticks to the skin like wet seaweed hangs down from the top of the head, the eyelashes with exaggerated length are opening and closing like fans, and the lake green eyes without pupils are set like jewels on the beautiful female face, staring lifelessly. Attracting everyone.

This appearance reminded Clayton of the Jewel of Doom—the image of the girl on the ivory necklace.

They are almost identical, except that the girl on the ivory carving is a little more agile than the one in front of her.

Clayton felt uneasy. He immediately realized that he had been unconsciously being monitored by the woman in front of him. The woman must know the story behind the necklace on his hand, but she never showed up actively, but watched silently. He and the wizard traveled back and forth to Gévaux, killing time in meaningless pursuits.

He looked back at Donna with concern, who stared at the water nymph's body still submerged in the water with great solemnity. Julius also made the same move, but Adelaide's long black hair was like a smoke screen in the water. It was so diffuse that they could see nothing.

"Are you looking for me?"

Adelaide looks weak, but her voice is gentle, and her emotions are richer than she looks.

"Ms. Lux, we have been looking for you, or in other words, we are looking for the owner of this necklace. If you have been paying attention to the movements around you, you should know that we are here to restore my luck."

Clayton answered her in a deep voice while holding up the ivory necklace.

"I think this necklace should be a gift that someone intends to give to you. Maybe you can tell me where he is now."

The water fairy's eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze stayed on the necklace for a long time.

"Sorry, although the person engraved on it seems to be me, I have never seen it and I can't think of anyone who would give me such a gift."

"Its last owner claimed to have found it in your field, how could you not have seen it?" Julius questioned.

Adelaide showed a troubled look: "I don't know when that happened. I lost consciousness for a while and didn't wake up until yesterday. You didn't feel scared when you saw me, so you should be the same. I have the same existence, right?"

A werewolf, both wizards nodded.

The attitude of the Water Fairy also solved some of their doubts.

She was obviously a Darkin who had just undergone transformation, and she might not know more than they did.

Clayton offered a little information for free, hoping it would show his goodwill.

"If you still remember that the priest from the city returned with other 'patients', then you should not have been asleep for more than three weeks."

Adelaide thanked him: "That's okay, I think it's not too late."

"So you knew you were going to become a fairy, right?" Donna was keenly aware of something strange.

Adelaide lowered his head slightly and stared at his reflection in the water. The chill represented by those pure lake-green eyes could not only be felt by outsiders: "Yes, I have always known that my ancestors have extraordinary blood, but I never thought it would one day manifest itself in such an obvious way. Until August, I just regarded those legends as a way for my ancestors to increase their worth."

In ancient times, fairies were often regarded as symbols of auspiciousness.

Many knights like to claim that they have been favored by the water nymphs and have been given special blessings or some kind of magic weapons to show their bravery or noble moral qualities.

She was silent for a moment: "You seem to know me very well."

"There were also experts in mysticism among the outsiders who migrated to Gevaux at the same time as your ancestors. They recorded your stories." Donna looked at Adelaide. She did not completely believe what the other party said: "We should not be you. The first visitors we’ve ever seen, right? There were people here before us, but they lost their memories of someone, which seems to be the effect of the fairy circle.”

The girl heard Uncle Clayton and the wizard who didn't look very serious mention the case of someone losing their memory by the river.

Fairy circles are famous for their memory-interfering effect, and the technology of cultivating "fairy circle" fungi has always been a specialty of fairies.

Adelaide did not shy away from the matter: "I know about it, but it's not what I did."

"Who did that?"

The water fairy suddenly reached out of the water and pointed at Clayton Bello: "Him."

"I?"

Clayton was shocked: "I didn't know I had such ability."

Adelaide nodded: "You didn't, but you sacrificed that person to me, so they will forget him, so I will wake up early and respond to your call, because this is his wish. "

The two wizards who were traveling with him looked at Clayton in surprise, making him very uncomfortable.

"I really don't know what happened," he defended.

Julius believed that his occult attainments were not enough to achieve anything after getting rid of himself, so he easily believed him and turned to Adelaide: "It seems that the person involved does not know what he has done, so As the beneficiary of the sacrifice, Miss Adelaide, can you explain it to us?"

Donna also looked over with a questioning attitude. She felt that her uncle must have been induced by some supernatural force again.

"He put the living man into the trunk of a willow tree and pushed it into the river," Adelaide said.

So the two wizards looked back at Clayton at the same time.

The latter was simply at a loss: "He should have been dead when I threw him into the river."

"So you didn't deny the willow trunk thing?!" Julius asked him angrily.

Clayton raised his hands to cover his face and sighed.

He now knows what's going on.

When Druid priests offered sacrifices to the gods of mountains and rivers, they stuffed living creatures into wicker cages and then made them die, dedicating their vitality to the gods and spirits.

A section of dry willow that was so decayed that it was unrecognizable acted as a wicker cage.

In other words, he completed a living sacrifice by chance.