Chapter 196 Curse Binding Ceremony

Later, Clayton settled Donna in the old Pero family, but a little incident happened in the process.

Barbara privately reported to him an unusual incident.

"The young detective, Ian Lazarus, do you remember him?"

Clayton certainly remembered the name: "I still remember that his brother might have been killed by us. Why, he came to you recently? If you don't reveal anything, just relax. Young people sometimes do extraordinary things for love."

The female vampire shook her head: "No, he seems to have a misunderstanding about us. He thinks that the leathermaker is behind the scenes, and we may have been coerced by him. The boy wants to get rid of him."

Barbara also had a slight sense of the spying of the Hook detective at home. Such a vibrant blood-she could never forget it.

As for Ian's purpose-Barbara just didn't read books, not stupid. She knew that there were people in the world who didn't like the Dark Evil. Other Hook detectives didn't show similar enthusiasm, so it could only be Ian's personal reasons.

But Clayton couldn't understand.

"Why would he think so? Did you do something?"

"I went to the forest to look for a body this morning, and he saw me."

Clayton glanced at Julius, who turned around as if nothing had happened. "Did he see you with the body?"

"No, but I was the only woman out, and he thought it was wrong."

Clayton was relieved: "That doesn't matter, we have already determined that the monster is a leatherworker, and Father Louis should have told everyone about this. This kind of monster will kill people indiscriminately, and their instinct is to destroy their past kind."

"That's the problem." Barbara said. "There is such a rumor from the patrol boys, but Father Louis has not said it publicly, so Ian still wants to find him."

"Then let him find Louis."

"Louis has locked himself in the church all day today and does not accept any visits from anyone. It is said that he is preparing for the sacrament, but Ian does not seem to believe it. He thinks that if the leatherworker is so easy to deal with, Father Louis does not need to be so grand. He may be doing something bad by blocking the church."

She answered so fluently that Clayton doubted her identity. He couldn't help asking: "Madam, how do you know so much?"

"Because I asked him." Barbara answered him, with an inexplicable trust in Ian Lazarus in her tone.

The lieutenant had no doubt about the intuition of vampires. They are beings that can smell emotions from blood.

So he said sincerely: "It seems that he is a good guy."

Barbara nodded, and her pride was overflowing: "He is quite good."

"I don't think you need to worry about him. Even if he wants to be confused, his companions will not. If Ian really dares to do this, those people will stop him."

Barbara still didn't understand, but she firmly believed in Clayton's statement.

The time to leave Gevo was earlier than Clayton expected, because knowing that the leatherworker was severely injured, all the patrol members were full of energy, wishing that they could hunt every day except sleeping, and more people joined them. Since four o'clock, these gun-carrying people have begun to stand guard.

Looking at their energy, the werewolf would not be surprised if they wanted to find some other creatures to fight after the leatherworker died.

In order to avoid the hunters, he and Julius did not leave the town from the main road. They found a small road and set off, ready to spend the whole night in the wild. If someone asked them where they went the next day, they would say they went to visit Pero's house. For the sake of his wife, the old man would testify for them.

After walking for a few hours, they saw the clearing they had opened up when they came.

The bare tree stumps in the forest welcomed them back like old friends.

Julius spread his coat full of pockets on the stump and reconfirmed whether the materials for the binding ceremony were collected.

"Willow branches that symbolize rebirth, frankincense, ashes from burnt myrtle, coal known as the essence of the underground, dew condensed on petals in the morning, fresh or perhaps still fresh cow bone powder, aged aconite, intoxicating laudanum, dried yellow jujube that has a wake-up effect, acorns that soothe anger, and a handful of the most common tobacco."

He took out these miscellaneous things from his pocket while muttering to himself. It was the first time that Clayton knew what was in his pocket.

These things were disgusting enough just to look at.

"Don't ask me to eat them." The werewolf felt a little uncomfortable.

Julius came back to his senses and paused the registration: "Eat? No, I won't let you waste like this, these are very precious materials."

"They are obviously very common."

"So you are an outsider." The wizard sneered, "There is magic in everything. You think they are all ordinary materials, that's because you don't know how to activate the magic. Twisting the stem of verbena to the left under the moonlight will have a better healing effect. This is the most classic example. They may be very common in nature, but it takes a lot of effort to activate their power when collecting them."

"I don't have time to explain the value of each material. You just need to know one thing, that is, what you get is absolutely worth it."

An elephant, which is 300 pounds, is what Clayton paid Julius to prepare the cursed abundance potion.

Clayton had never bought anything similar before, so he didn't know whether the price was reasonable, but he chose to believe in Julius - there was nothing he could do if he didn't believe it, but he could at least feel better if he chose to believe it.

"It will take a while for me to prepare the potion, so you can transform first." the wizard reminded.

This process was not long. Clayton took off his clothes and as soon as he endured the pain and returned to his werewolf appearance, he had already mixed three cups of potion, one black, one yellow, and one white.

"Now, open a wound."

Julius instructed him to drop blood into a new empty cup, then use a match to ignite the blood to dry it, then grind the powder into the first cup of black potion to make it look more disgusting and smell like crushed insects. The mere smell of the rotting soil of body parts and bird carcasses is enough to make one dizzy.

"This symbolizes your past. You just need to drink this cup later. The laudanum and amanita inside will guide the curse in your blood and let you find the breath of your ancestors. The willow branches and coal will awaken it. the power of."

This is the only cup I don't want to drink. The werewolf wrinkled his nose.

The second cup of half-coagulated blood was mixed with the ointment, stirred, and fed into the yellow potion. It quickly solidified into a lump like animal fat, and the smell was very fresh.

"This symbolizes your present. It contains dried jujubes, acorns, and tobacco. If you are addicted to the illusion and can't escape when the morning star lights up, I will use this to smear your body to wake you up." your will.”

Julius said as he calmly put away the third cup of potion.

Clayton noticed his movements and asked, "What is the third potion for?"

Julius raised his head and looked at the tall body that completely covered his shadow and took a deep breath: "That's what I used, a cup of poisonous potion that can kill werewolves. If you are extremely unlucky, in the first place If it loses control during the first binding ceremony and shows signs of breaking out of the iron chain, then I will apply poison on my body in time. If you eat me later, it will take revenge on me. "

After getting the answer he wanted, Clayton was satisfied.

"You are really thoughtful in your work." He said happily with a wolf-clawed thumb.

If Julius had even prepared for death, then his preparation for this ceremony was undoubtedly very serious.

After tying the werewolf's legs to the big trees on both sides with chains, Julius picked up the black potion from the tree stump and sent it to Clayton's paw. The cup was the size of three beers. The bottle caps are super stacked and have a smooth appearance, making them appear small and exquisite in the hand. They need to be pinched tightly with fingers to prevent them from falling off.

Clayton held it in his palm and carefully looked at the magical liquid inside.

"Usually the ritual process lasts for four hours, and you will not become stronger immediately after it is over. The curses that were once attached to your ancestors will gradually be drawn and added to your body every night thereafter, making you Be more adaptable to the changes of werewolves. But if you are lucky, you might be able to learn something extra from the memories of your ancestors."

After explaining, Julius glanced at the sky and estimated the time based on his knack for star positioning.

"Drink the potion right now."

He stood back some distance, waiting for his work to take effect.

Clayton picked up the cup, closed his eyes, held his breath, and stuffed the entire cup together with the potion into his mouth.

The rich bitter taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, making the werewolf's hair stand on end, followed by a terrible sour taste, and numbness spread all the way backwards. Within a few seconds, this numbness filled the mouth, spreading from both sides of the mouth to Shoulders, then chest, waist, legs

His legs lost strength, and his body fell forward, and his vision became dark.

I don't know how much time passed before he felt his body again.

The werewolf propped up his body with both hands. Although he could not see it yet, the weight of the iron chains tied to his legs had lost its weight. It seemed that someone had untied the iron chains for him.

"Julius!" he yelled, but got no response. The situation made him wonder if the ceremony was over.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice came from his ear.

"Sakya, you have become like our father."

This was not Dornish, but another language, but he somehow understood it.

The color gradually returned to Clayton's eyes, and his perspective seemed to be at an extremely high position.

He could see that under the blue and cloudy sky, the continuous mountain peaks surrounded by mist were not far away, with the meandering river underneath. At the foot of the mountain, a small village emitting cooking smoke was nestled there. Some people were dressed in ancient clothes. People in Mansis national costumes gather by the river to wash.

The owner of the perspective is looking there.