Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 460 Noble Beard

Hearing the dwarf druid's complaint, Clayton didn't know what to say for a moment.

Because it's really funny.

He had seen the name Gregory in the notes of the insect master he had killed before. This person was marked as a fundamentalist druid, but at this moment it seemed that the so-called fundamentalism had also changed.

After a moment's thought, Creighton used Grogne, the high priest of the city's fusion sect, to build a closer relationship with the dwarf.

This worked, and he began to talk endlessly about what was happening in the outside world.

During the few hours that Clayton was in prison, several major events occurred in Viodi.

The first thing was that the spies of the Friendship Society noticed that the restored Conleones did not withdraw to Berdalabik, but settled in the North District. A militia composed of Berdalabik people occupied the North District. These people were mortal subordinates of the Conleone family and were likely related to the werewolves.

Clayton deduced that the werewolves landed at the west dock at night and began to burn, kill and loot, while the Berdalabik militia came to the northern part of Weiodi to clear a safe area, and then headed southwest at dawn to meet their service targets to prevent anyone from attacking the weak Konglione after the sun rose.

The second thing was that the city government issued a notice, claiming that a demon was possessed and disguised as a human being among the crowd, and citizens were required to identify it. Informers who could provide solid information and those who could directly bring the demon's body would be rewarded, 3 gold pounds for informants and 66 gold pounds for bringing the body.

This announcement caused a huge uproar, and just one hour before the dwarf druid was imprisoned, many people were telling each other on the street.

Nowadays, there are fewer people who believe in mysterious powers than a hundred years ago, but when it comes to money being made, everyone takes it seriously.

Most people don't have the courage to kill the devil, but they still have the courage to report the devil.

The dwarf druid stopped here, his eyes fixed on the inhuman appearance of Clayton, and he had obviously seen some truth that was not conducive to Clayton taking to the streets at the moment.

Before Clayton could speak, he comforted him, "Don't worry, buddy, I won't report you. In the eyes of those idiots, we are actually the same. Maybe I'm even worse, otherwise I wouldn't have been caught. Alas - I'm probably going to be sold out this time."

He sighed quietly. Apart from his full beard, he didn't look like a dwarf.

This is true. Even in this era, dwarves are always excluded by the plains people and are denounced by many as a non-human race, believing that the best place for them to stay is a circus cage.

The kingdom's laws nominally forbid the buying and selling of slaves, but the private sale of dwarves and the transfer of apprentices are both accepted by the world.

An adult Plainsman male can easily control a dwarf by grabbing his shoulders from behind and lifting him up, no matter how strong he is. Many dwarves go out in groups with weapons to avoid being captured by human traffickers, which makes it particularly easy for dwarf violent groups to form, further lowering the Plainsman's impression of dwarves.

In the curio shops of major cities, severed dwarf thumbs are openly hung for sale, because many people firmly believe that amulets made of dwarf thumbs can enhance male function.

When people talk about demonic possession, they always think of individuals who stand out from the crowd.

For example, dwarves.

Worse still, it was much harder for them to disguise themselves as plainsmen than it was for darkin. It was hard to say whether darkin or dwarves were of lower status.

However, after hearing his comfort, Clayton Bello's expression did not improve. Instead, he recalled some words he had heard before.

"If the real Darkspawn are not found, then their fear and hatred of monsters will be transferred to the disabled, deformed and foreigners."

Dwarves do not belong to these three categories, but in the public concept they seem to belong to all three at the same time.

Some things have begun to come true.

Seeing that Clayton did not answer, the dwarf reminded him, "You should be careful too. You should have been here before the announcement was issued, but if the police find that you are physically abnormal when they come back to release you, your head will probably be exchanged for gold pounds. Don't take my words lightly. The people in Viodi are much more barbaric than those in other cities."

Perhaps due to long-term meditation, his temperament is much more tolerant than that of his peers.

This reminded Clayton that Albert might not have an opinion of him, but other police officers might not. After all, he was a "demon possessed" who had already been caught, and there was no need to spend any more effort to catch him.

66 pounds is more than what these policemen earn in a year and a half.

He looked at the iron fence in front of him, pinched an iron bar to feel the thickness, and then put his hand down.

"I suggest that we stop thinking about these unpleasant things for now. There is always a way to solve the problem when it comes. You might as well tell me what happened outside first."

The dwarf druid was surprised by Clayton's confidence, but did not ask more questions. Instead, he went on to talk about the third major event. Several secret societies officially began to cooperate with the Sacred Heart Fraternity. The East District was no longer short of defense forces. These society members began to replace the extraordinary people with various backgrounds in the guards to defend the East District, and they could also draw out extra manpower for outward expansion.

These people are more threatening and have higher morale than the extraordinary people wandering alone.

According to the dwarf, these extraordinary people should be able to eliminate this group of werewolves in the daytime conditions that Konglione is not used to. However, he has been in this city for more than a year and knows a lot of secrets. In recent years, the Konglione family has been vaguely regarded as the representative of the dark descendants of Viodi. In addition to the reinforcements of Berdarubic, there are also many dark descendants in Viodi who are willing to assist them. They belong to the dark descendants in a broad sense, but they are actually goblins or Changyue followers. They usually hide very well. If the Friendship Society thinks that they can weaken the werewolves during the day and start a battle, these guys may make the people of the Friendship Society suffer a big loss.

The situation is foreseeably becoming increasingly tense, and it is unclear whether the next situation will be a long-term confrontation or one side will launch a sudden attack and destroy the opponent.

In addition to the above three major events, the dwarf druid also heard a strange news.

One of the many local societies that raided Brotherhood properties last night was arrested. He is a member of the Charming Candy House, a society that specializes in alchemy with natural plant materials. He also participated in the rituals of the Witch Coven and is a devil worshiper.

After being arrested, the man confessed that his coven was looking for a man named Alexander Eleven on the orders of the devil, and they believed that the man was in the hands of the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood had indeed been looking for this man recently.

The engineer, Clayton, didn't know how Alexander got into this mess, and he had no need to help him, but this was considered a special thing, so he made a note of it.

When these topics were over, it was already dusk. The police came in to deliver a meal. The food prepared for the prisoners was naturally not very good. There were only two slices of bread and a glass of water on the tray.

The druid ate with gusto, but Clayton became hungrier and hungrier.

This little bit of food failed to fill his stomach, but instead stimulated his appetite, making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate.

The policeman who delivered the meal did not recognize his true identity, but he was so eager to escape from prison that even the dwarf druid saw it. So he did not speak after the meal to avoid stimulating the werewolf's spirit.

Clayton closed his eyes and began to try to study the power of the Blade Secret, hoping to overcome hunger with concentration.

The method of studying the secrets of the blade is not a secret. Its basic ability is to improve the upper limit of a warrior's physical fitness, so ordinary training methods can also promote the secrets of the blade. However, if you want to fully exert the power of the secrets, you must learn how to control inanimate objects, that is, the skills of using weapons and armor.

Bones and nails are also considered dead objects, so there are corresponding detours in the Blade Secret.

There was a bone-strengthening alternative that required constant ingestion of metal powders, and Clayton thought his own state of heavy metal poisoning might be a good alternative to taking the powders.

The Carefree Flower potion that Julius gave him relieved his muscle swelling, bleeding, and fever, and also relieved his pain, but it did not have the function of expelling those metal elements.

He might try to master this misguided path.

Clayton meditated, trying to establish a connection with the toxic substances floating in his blood. It was difficult to enter a state of concentration when he was hungry. It took him an hour and a half to truly forget the outside world.

Fortunately, the effect was gratifying. Although he had never tried this before, the slight itching sensation that gradually emerged in his body showed that this method was indeed working and those life-threatening metal particles were moving in his blood vessels.

It wasn't something that would work overnight or in a week, but the focus did help alleviate his hunger.

He sat blankly in the small cell, constantly using his mind to mobilize the tiny power that came from the secret teachings of the blade.

He did not recover from this state of concentration until another hour and a half had passed, when the werewolf's ability to sense the moon told him that night had arrived.

Clayton looked around. This floor was pitch black, but there were only two prisoners there, him and the drowsy dwarf druid in the cell opposite. The sounds from upstairs had almost disappeared.

The police should have gone off duty and he should be doing his own thing.

He took off his clothes and freed the werewolf from his body. In the moonlight that shone through the small window on the wall, the originally narrow cell was almost filled with this huge black monster.

Two beastly claws passed through the same gap in the iron fence in front of them, and then pulled in the opposite direction. The dwarf druid on the opposite side looked at these parallel upright black iron bars with screams and squeaking while deforming and twisting, until a huge hole was expanded by brute force, and then the werewolf crawled out of the hole.

"For the sake of our friendly relationship..." said the werewolf, and he walked to the dwarf's cell and repeated his old trick, tearing a small hole in the array of bars, and now the dwarf was free.

"Perhaps we should inform each other of our names." The dwarf said, and his tone was much more relaxed after coming out of the prisoner's room. "I will leave Wei'odi soon, but if we meet again in the future, I hope to repay your kindness."

"Clayton Bellew," the werewolf said.

"Angel Redbeard," said the dwarf.

Hearing this name that only a woman could have, the werewolf looked down at the bearded dwarf twice, and finally said nothing.