Chapter 184 Leatherworker

The body fell to the ground with a low sound.

This is the body of the circus fortune teller.

But Clayton had no memory of hiding the body.

He had planned to leave it as a warning to the local magistrate's court, so he didn't touch the body at all.

He locked onto this place by smell and intuition.

That evil thing has been here. Werewolves will still feel slightly paralyzed when breathing near this area.

"I smell something evil, it was here," he said.

Maybe it was because the tree hole blocked the interaction of airflow with the outside world, so the smell on the corpse was still fresh.

Now they can basically confirm that the person who added the new costume to the animal tamer and the person who moved the body are the same person, or the same thing.

"It seems that when we killed people that day, it was not far away. It was precisely because of our intervention that it noticed us and regarded us as its next target."

Julius squatted down and looked at the corpse carefully. It was different from the animal trainer's condition. It had not changed at all.

But this is strange.

If this person was killed by an evil creature, what was its purpose?

Is it an attempt to denounce the werewolf by showing off the people Crichton killed in such a high-profile way?

Clayton put the body back, sniffed it twice, and found another dwarf body from a nearby tree hole.

"We haven't seen him, have we?" Julius asked uncertainly.

Clayton shook his head. He knew that the wizard had confused the deceased with another little man: "The circus director is a dwarf without a beard. His physique is much stronger than this."

This dead man is definitely not a circus ringmaster, but he is also wearing funny clothes with colorful patterns, like a circus person. Neither Clayton nor Julius has seen him. The marks on the dead man's body seem to be from another person. A monster made.

It's obviously an evil thing.

It's also killing circus people.

Creighton believed it was necessary to examine the corpse and collect combat intelligence on the other party.

The wizard knelt down and used his fingers to lift off the clothes worn by the corpse, revealing the blood stains underneath.

"The left rib is torn open and its claws are probably as sharp as yours," he warned Clayton.

The latter also pays off.

"His right arm was broken, or broken."

Clayton found no traces of scratches on the sleeves of the corpse, so he could only think that the evil thing broke the deceased's hand with only the strength of its forelimbs, rather than that the deceased hit an entity.

Donna stood watching as they analyzed the body, her curiosity quickly outweighing her nausea.

She squatted opposite Clayton and joined in the game with great interest.

Although this was a male corpse, Donna had seen many poor children who couldn't afford clothes in the city of Nanbuliga. She already knew about the bodies of the opposite sex, so she didn't feel shy.

The folds of the collar of the deceased's clothes were opened and a name was written inside.

"Sunwit."

It made it immediately obvious that Sunwit was dead.

The werewolf's sharp nails cut open the sleeves, revealing a series of bruises underneath. The purple-red scars were continuous, and the original appearance was no longer distinguishable, but Clayton could still recognize its original appearance at once.

"It grabbed the deceased's arm with five fingers. It was very forceful, so the fingerprints were deeply dented. The evil object still retained human-like fingers after the alienation. Its hands...may be just like mine now."

Bendable Fingers Clayton couldn't help but think of the "beast" that Christopher had a bounty on.

He suspected that the two were the same thing, but the beast didn't look smaller than a horse. Maybe it was Christopher's intelligence error.

Julius also took off the clothes from the lower body of the body and inspected it carefully. However, the dwarf's body is too small, and there is not much room to look through.

"I didn't find any other injuries. He only had one injury on his ribs, which was very fatal."

Donna suddenly spoke like a detective: "It is indeed fatal, but it is not accurate. It is just forceful enough to expand the tear enough to cause him to bleed profusely. Compared with such an obvious wound, I think the evil thing left a mark when it killed someone. The details below deserve our attention.”

She reached out her hand to the corpse, but Clayton slapped it away.

"Just say what you say."

Donna retracted her hand in grievance: "I saw that the skin on the edge of the wound seemed a little different."

Clayton pressed his fingers on the wound under the deceased's ribs and felt something strange.

The skin at the edge of the wound was slightly raised above the flesh, like a stamp on an envelope that was not stuck to it. He used his nails to pick up the outer edge of the skin, pulled hard, and peeled a palm-sized piece off from the flesh. The end of the flag was still attached to the body.

A decomposing corpse will indeed shed its skin, but this deceased person died just yesterday, and it was still a long time before the decomposition stage.

This was the mark left by the murderer. It peeled off part of the deceased's skin, but the precipitated blood reattached the skin, preventing them from discovering this at first.

"That guy is a Leatherworker - a breed of evil creature." Donna said, sure of her judgment.

The defeat against Adelaide left her eager to prove herself through another success, and monster identification has always been a strong point for the wizards of Bracola.

Evil creatures are deformed humans whose spiritual alienation drives physical alienation.

Different desires will lead them to mutate in different directions. Those who crave power will become "butchers" who crave blood and overwhelming victory, while those who are addicted to seeking will transform into "chefs" with a belly full of desire and dissatisfaction.

People who pursue beauty are easily seduced by the appearance of others and become "leatherworkers" who are thin and proficient in sewing.

The evil creature that Uncle Clayton saw had a slender figure, and coupled with the details of the scars, she was absolutely certain of the other party's identity. I just don’t know why, but this leatherworker didn’t completely rely on its instinct. It only peeled a little bit out of habit and left.

By the way, the reason why she didn't realize that the monster that marked her in the hotel was an evil thing was because Clayton's description of the monster's appearance was inconsistent with the book, not because of her lack of academic skills.

Clayton frowned and fell into deep thought.

"What's wrong with you?" Donna asked.

He came back to his senses: "I have heard the word leatherworker. I mean that time it was also in this context. Our army dealt with this kind of enemy and eliminated dozens of them in one go."

He shared with them that before Clayton became a werewolf, he had fought with the Leatherworker, or rather the Leatherworker's admirer.

There is a country in Loren, and the people there have special beliefs. They firmly believe that good qualities only exist in the skin, and taking the skins of other creatures can increase their own virtues. Therefore, almost the entire tribe is proficient in the art of peeling and tanning skins.

At first, this kingdom also did business with the Dornish army, regularly providing high-quality leather belts and boots. It was not until more and more soldiers disappeared around this kingdom that the army decided to investigate. After the truth surfaced, the kingdom's army The settlement was surrounded in the name of catching the murderer.

"How did you defeat the Leatherworker in the first place?" Donna asked expectantly with her eyes wide open.

The weakest Leatherworkers are also far more powerful than mortals, with the strength of a liger and the speed of a leopard.

"I didn't go, I mean I didn't meet them in person." Creighton said: "My commander at the time said they were hiding in the ancient underground palace of the natives and there were so many of them, so we directly used cannons and explosives to destroy them. All surface entrances and exits, bury them underground.”

The settlement was subsequently razed, and the Kingdom of Dorne killed them all as marauders, a killing in which he participated.

"We obviously don't have cannons." Julius shrugged and turned to ask Donna: "How do evil creatures and werewolves compare in strength? I want to hear good news."

However, the girl also had a hard time making a choice.

"I don't know, it's just that the evil creatures...their abilities are more specific to humans."

When she said this, she actually expected Clayton to show his power. She wanted to meet the werewolf.

Clayton didn't hear what she was thinking. He just stood up and waved: "Stop chatting, let's go find other corpses and see if it only manipulated the trainer. Maybe we can find out its actions. reason.”

Priest Louis said that he had to deal with the evil creature, but he was a mortal after all. Clayton had to be prepared for the failure of the priesthood. Even if the locals failed to kill it, they still had to have a way to repel it or even destroy it.

It would be unwise to ignore such an enemy because of promises that others don't know whether they will be fulfilled.

They set out again to find the bodies of the circus members one by one in the hidden deep forest.

The charred corpse of the circus ringmaster, the dwarf, had not changed at all, but it still made Donna nauseous, and she ran away without even taking a second look.

Creighton and Julius peeled off the charred clothing to make sure no other force intervened.

They put the body back where it belongs, and the next stop is the Joker.

In order to cover up the werewolf bite marks on the corpse's face, the Joker's head was completely smashed by Clayton. But because corpses don't bleed, the most brutal cuts look relatively clean.

At least this one was understandable to Donna.

There were no new wounds on the headless corpse, but Clayton felt that the clown was different from the last time they met.

The clown's colorful costume was gone. He was only wearing a cotton underwear, and two bare legs were exposed underneath - his pants were also missing.

Donna squatted next to her and watched Clayton's inspection movements curiously.

However, the state of this corpse was really strange. She couldn't think of why the evil creature did this.

"This is really weird." Clayton said the same thing, as if he was speaking his niece's heart. At this moment, his experience was somewhat insufficient.

If the reason that drove the beast to destroy the body of the trainer was revenge, then what were the measures it took on the body?

The evil thing took off the clown's clothes, but continued to hide the body and put the costume back on, indicating that it still didn't want others to discover the body. So what was its main purpose? Are you looking for something?

But he and Julius searched the corpse's clothes immediately after the battle, and those pockets were already empty.

Clayton had no way of knowing what the leatherworker was thinking.

But even if they can't find out the motive of this evil thing, they can still tell Priest Louis that it belongs to a leatherworker. They believe that this priest has more ways to deal with the evil thing than they do.

…

"Is it true that no one is coercing you?" Ian Lazarus asked Barbara again.

He was completely unaware of Perot's fire-breathing eyes.

Not everyone is happy to see a young man visiting his wife repeatedly.

Some city dwellers might feel proud because it is a reflection of their wife's charm and a proof of a happy marriage. But old Pero is a conservative man and he doesn't like this kind of thing.

The detective has different reasons for visiting each time, and it is hard for him to believe that the other party's purpose is really official.

"She hasn't been back for a long time. She just wants to miss the old way of life. Do you have any questions?"

"Sorry." Ian Lazarus said to Pero.

Then he turned around and asked Barbara again, which made the poor old woman angry.

"Are you deaf?!"

"Sorry." There was no apology in Ian's tone, "I just believe that some questions should be answered by the parties themselves."

Barbara turned her face slightly: "My husband is right, I just... want to see the places I went to before, but they look different from the past. So..."

She explained why she got lost.

"Really? Then I'm sorry to bother you two."

Ian bowed and left old Pero's house.

After closing the door, he found a high point a hundred yards behind the house and waited there, unhooking a monocular telescope from his waist to observe the cabin.