Chapter 67: hunter hut
Relying on the guidance of the crystal ball, Ignatius and Canterbury quickly found the last place Josephine came to during her lifetime.
It was deep in the forest. Just as Ignat's previous divination had shown, they could only see a pool of dark red blood on the ground like splashes of ink, and there were no lumps of flesh left.
Igna closed his eyes, dismounted with Canterbury, and approached the blood-stained woodland.
"Well..." Canterbury suddenly crouched down a few meters away from the grass.
Ignatius was a little unclear, until Canterbury gently pushed aside the grass with his hand, and the claw marks hidden underneath were completely revealed.
It was a mark like a knife split, a mark left on the ground by five animal claws like a blade.
"Not the claw marks of ordinary beasts." Canterbury whispered.
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and touched the inside of the claw mark lightly. After twisting it a few times, she put it under her nose. She seemed to be sniffing. Then, without a word, she walked to the bloodstain and squatted down, staring at the bloodstain as if she was checking something.
Igna did not follow, Canterbury looked back at Igna after investigating for a while, and told him the result directly:
"It was a werewolf who attacked Josephine."
"Okay." Igna nodded.
He trusted Canterbury's judgment.
With the beasts and curses in the divination as hints, plus the traces left on the grass, with Canterbury's rich experience, it is not difficult to come to the result.
However, Igna looked up at the red full moon that had already appeared in the sky, and had a hunch that today's battle might not be particularly easy.
"Let's go." Canterbury took out the silver sword, "Let's go and meet it."
"Well. Okay." Igna had no opinion.
This morning, he made a divination about today's itinerary. There will be "adventures" when going out today, but there will be no danger.
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Then, Ignatius and Canterbury, according to the divination of "the location of the werewolf to kill Jocelyn", set off again.
After a while, they were guided to a hill, where a simple wooden house was prominently located.
The door is locked and the lights are not burning.
According to the light from the window, there should be no one in the wooden house.
And the position displayed by the crystal ball is under this wooden house.
Ignatius and Canterbury gave a wink, and then they quietly touched it and went around to the back of the room.
To rob a house, pick a door and unlock it, you still need a professional.
Ignat tossed a coin at the back of the house. The divination revealed that no one was at home, so he used "Open the Door" to enter the room from the back of the house.
Now the sky has gradually dimmed, and I can't see anything in the room, only a faint smell of blood can be smelled.
Ignat first snapped his fingers and ignited a small cluster of flames, and then he could see clearly the furnishings in the house with the help of the dim light.
This is a hunter's hut.
The smell of blood comes from the prey. On the ground and walls lay several weapons and crossbows, tattered ropes and straw.
After lighting up the wall with Illumination, Igna opened the door and let Canterbury come in.
The two simply checked the hunter's hut and found no valid information. It seemed that it was just an ordinary hut.
But they didn't leave. Ignat tossed a coin again and made a divination.
"This hut should be explored seriously." Igna whispered the question seven times, and then he got a positive answer.
Under Canterbury's gaze, Igna once again took out the crystal ball and put it in his arms.
"In this hut, where is the valuable information..." Ignatius muttered the question, and then guided by the crystal ball, he walked to the simple bed in the room.
Then, in the bed board under the pillow, Igna found a piece of paper.
What was written on it in a language that Ignat couldn't understand. The handwriting is a little messy, but vaguely recognizable.
According to experience, Igna put away the crystal ball, took out the "linguist", unfolded it in front of his eyes, and gave him a hint that he wanted to understand "Dutan language".
In order to meet the conditions of use, Igna turned around and shared a little knowledge with Canterbury again.
"Did you know?" Igna said, "Squid's blood is blue."
"..."
Regardless of Canterbury's thoughts, Igna looked back at the paper in his hand.
The content written above has become understandable at this time. At the same time, Igna also saw a little bit of the writer's inner tangle and manic depression from the chaotic handwriting.
"I am who I am, and nothing can change because of the curse," the owner of the note wrote.
Gu Jia "I have tried many methods. I have tried mulberry woven clothes and drinking virgin tears to make potions, but none of them have any effect on removing the curse."
"It's time for me to accept the facts."
"I can live to this day thanks to Joséline's love and her iron-like transformation rules."
"However, this pattern seems to have changed recently. I can only hide in the woods and stay away from other people and Joséline when I have a premonition that I'm about to transform."
"These sudden changes have come and gone. I always wake up with scars on my hands and the taste of blood in my mouth. I don't remember what happened, but maybe it's a good thing."
"It's one thing to kill prey with bows and arrows, but to shred them with fangs and claws is..."
"The good news is that I can at least have a premonition half an hour in advance before I transform, and hide in the nest without hurting other people."
"Compassionate Rathmely, please bless those who are close to me."
When the name of the person appeared in the note, Igna realized who the owner of the note was.
However, after reading it all, Igna fell silent.
"What did the notes say?" Canterbury asked.
Igna raised his eyes and looked at Canterbury.
He coughed lightly before translating the diary in Giant language.
Of course, he skipped the names of gods that appeared in the notes.
He hadn't heard of this god, but it is common sense to not use the language that can communicate with gods to say any god's name.
"So, the owner of this cottage is Nealon," Canterbury concluded.
"Neron is a werewolf."
"He killed his wife himself."
"Yes." Igna nodded.
Canterbury summed it up succinctly.
But this development was beyond Igna's expectations.
Although it looks like a farce of "I'm looking for myself", but... Niren seems to have no memory after his transformation. What would he think and do if he finally found out that he killed his beloved wife?
"Divination shows that the werewolf's lair is here?" Canterbury asked after a while.
"Yes," said Ignatius.
When he was searching just now, he also noticed whether there was a secret door in the room, but he didn't find it. And this is the only important information in the house that the crystal ball hints.
From this point of view, the werewolf's lair should have another entrance, and it should not be inside the house.
"Then tell me where Niron is," Canterbury said.
And, while she was talking, she had already drawn out the silver sword behind her. She seemed to think for a while, then found some kind of ointment from the small bag she was carrying, and smeared it on the sword meticulously.
Igna didn't respond immediately. Instead, he thought about it for a while. After a while, he asked, "Is there a way to lift the werewolf curse in Silver City?"
In his current limited knowledge, if it is an ordinary curse, there should still be a solution. But the curse of shapeshifting...
Canterbury was silent for a moment, as if thinking, and after a while, she spoke.
"Werewolves are an alien species. There are many types of 'Wolfman's Curse'," Canterbury said.
"Niron's situation is nothing more than four kinds. The first itself is a xenogeneic species, which has been awakened recently due to special reasons. Second, it was contaminated by the extraordinary characteristics of xenomorphs, and took the extraordinary characteristics by mistake. The third, Accidentally injured by a werewolf. Fourth, cursed by a high-sequence person."
"The first, the second, and the third all have methods to suppress, and the fourth kills the curser, which can also be solved to a certain extent."
Canterbury said calmly: "But the premise of these solutions to the curse is that you can't **** the soul or flesh of human beings during the transformation period."
Just like the knowledge he had, Igna sighed.
Canterbury still saved a bit of face and didn't finish the sentence.
Igna knew that consuming human souls or flesh would affect the abilities of alien species. As long as the human soul is sucked, the ability of the "different species" will be enhanced.
And the growth of the "Xenogeneic" ability will lead to irregular deformation, and it will also make the curse irreversible.
Neelon's transformation seems to have undergone a mutation.
Then, perhaps, at a very early time, this tragedy was destined to happen.
Ignatius gave up the idea of lifting the curse, and began to use Niron's possessions in the room to divination his position.
Then, Igna was surprised to find that Niron, at this time, was not far from their straight line.
Even, at their feet.
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