Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 1 Antique Dealer

"Rusted Silver Coin"

The copper-plated signboard hangs on the iron pole outside the store and swings with the wind, and it makes a creaking sound from time to time under the evening wind, which is eye-catching.

But even so, very few people are willing to stop in front of the store at the end of the day.

Such is the day-to-day at the antique shop run by Clayton Bello.

It's at 47 Lemon Street, Sasha, and the location is neither bad nor bad, as is its business.

Antique stores are not ordinary stores, and regular customers are Creighton's main source of income.

The Bello family used to live in a city further south of Dorne, but after the death of his parents who valued family reunion, he had the final say on where to settle.

In the four years after he retired from the army, he took over the store at the cost of the 600 pounds he received from the army and the part of his inheritance left by his father. Compared with those colleagues who set up stalls in the black street, it is quite impressive.

At this time, Clayton Bello was in the studio on the second floor of the store, wearing a mask and an apron, bending over and using long tongs to fish out five slightly faded medals from the muddy liquid in the bucket.

The Loren War Medal of Honor was only awarded by the Dorne royal family to soldiers who participated in 5 or more battles in the Loren War. A total of more than medals were issued, which has a very high commemorative value.

Clayton has handled 24 of them here - 23 of which are fake, and the only real one belongs to him.

Antique dealers must also learn to make "antiques" when they cannot receive antiques.

"Mr. Bello, your guest is here."

After knocking on the door, there was a notification from the female assistant outside the door.

"I see, Miss Charlotte, you can get off work too."

Acknowledging through the door, Clayton carefully blotted up the corrosive liquid on the fake medals with a sponge, then wrapped them in silk and placed them on the workbench.Then he took off his apron, put on a black jacket and went downstairs to meet the guests.

In the display cabinets on the first floor, enamel and crystal ornaments are shining brightly under the light of electric lamps.

On the wall hung a sword that looked very expensive, without its sheath, as if it could be thrown into the battlefield again in the next moment.

But the brown-haired young man waiting on the first floor was not interested in them. He just looked at the rusty exhibits in the showcase with his hands behind his back, and he didn't turn around until Clayton stood behind him.

"Lieutenant, long time no see."

Seeing this brown-haired young man in a white formal suit, Clayton stepped forward to give him a hug: "Joe, I didn't expect you to come back. The last time we met was the same as yesterday."

Lieutenant was his rank in the army, and only old buddies would call him that after he retired.

They participated in the Loren War in 163 years and were comrades-in-arms of a company.

After Joe Marney retired, he inherited the rusted silver coin antique shop from his parents, but because he had the ideal of traveling around the world and was unwilling to operate this kind of permanent business, he sold the shop to Clayton.

The two stood together, and the difference came out immediately. Clayton's hairstyle and beard were three to seven points and a thick king beard that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. His facial features were tougher, and he looked a head taller than Joe. Eyes are daunting.

Seeing that the former officer still looks familiar, Joe is also a little surprised: "Me too. I am relieved to see that you are doing well. But I am here this time for a business."

He took out a small box from his jacket pocket and opened it. There was a sterling silver ring lying on the goose-yellow soft fleece. Oxidation made it a mottled black color.

"The ring seal of the bishop of the White Holy See, a top-notch item."

When it came to business, Clayton immediately became serious, but he did not take the box, but whispered: "This kind of treasure is indeed precious, but it is not easy to buy and sell."

The White Sect is not only the Dorne Kingdom, but also the mainstream belief in the entire northern world. Even if its current status is not as prosperous as that of the cold weapon era, the bishop's ring seal, which is a symbol of power, is not something that can be easily leaked.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely legal and no one will care about it."

Joe couldn't help but put the box into Clayton's hands: "It was originally a collection of a foreign friend of mine, but his business has been sluggish recently, so he plans to sell these things to fill the economic gap. For friendship, I bought This one, but I don’t have a hobby of collecting it, so I brought it to you.”

Clayton reluctantly accepted the box: "How much did you pay for it?"

"Three hundred gold pounds."

Clayton pressed the position of the temple to unzip it. The money is actually quite a lot, but it is definitely not worthy of the real value of the bishop's ring.

"This friend of yours didn't come from the poker table, did he?"

"Haha." Joe smiled awkwardly, blinked his eyes twice, and stopped talking.

But looking at the expression, it was obvious that he brought this thing back to Sasha just casually, and there was another reason for him to come back.

Clayton closed the box and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket: "I won't say much this time. If you plan to leave Sasha in the near future, I'll send the money to your old house after I appraise the ring. "

Joe had no objection to this, and then made a new proposal: "So we go to the big tree house for a drink at six tomorrow night, just like before?"

Clayton had no objection either.

After chatting a few more words to see off the old comrades, Clayton went upstairs to clean the studio alone, and finally pulled the switch.

The lights of the rusted silver coins dimmed.He went out with a horse lantern and locked the door, then walked back to the rented tenement.

Creighton Bello didn't finish college,
He enlisted in the army, serving eleven years as a cavalryman with the Torrent Guard in Dorne.

When he joined the army, queuing and shooting tactics were still the mainstream method of warfare. By the time he retired, skirmishing tactics had been relatively maturely incorporated into the military drills.

Although 33 years old is still in his prime, Clayton feels that he is already an old man.

Nothing interested him.

His parents died of illness while he was serving, and he didn't have time to go back and take a look.The elder brother who joined the army was shot into the heart by a stray bullet in another battlefield, and the close comrades in arms were torn apart by the shells in front of their eyes.
What Clayton gave to the army was more than 11 years of youth, and time was only the least valuable commodity among the things he lost.

The reason why he chose to be an antique dealer is also to hope that he can change himself in the influence of cultural relics and culture.

After working for four years, he is still confused, but his counterfeiting skills are getting better and better.
After dinner, Clayton went to take a nap in the room that had been transformed into a study.

Joe's gift gave him a headache. Even if Baijiao's stuff was legal, it was difficult to find a buyer he liked.

The religious art of the Baijiao is too overwhelming, which has already made people feel a little tired.

Many people don't really care whether the antiques are real or not. The purpose of their collection is just to pursue the unique feeling.Regardless of whether this ring is genuine or not, its simple appearance determines that its price will not be too high.

If you want to use the backstory to sell it for a good price, you have to find that kind of fanatic.

But Clayton is not very good at dealing with them.

Clayton's parents were not religious, so neither was he.

The only connection between the Bello family and the Baijiao was when his elder brother abducted a nun from the monastery as his wife, which made the clergy in his home diocese very hostile to their family.

With such a family atmosphere, Clayton certainly didn't like contacting Baijiao, and there were some other reasons of his own.

But work is work.

He took the ring out of his pocket and turned the seal to himself.

Two crossed tridents guard the pointed bishop's crown at the top.

The weapon represents that it should be the property of the head of the agency in charge of the battle.

Clayton recognized what it represented.

The pattern of this ring seal belongs to the Inquisition Tribunal, which was abolished by the White Sect 300 years ago. It is said to be a terrifying institution used to approve heretics, wizards and dark races.

Even civilians, as long as they show a little strangeness, they may be hunted and killed by those combat priests.

Due to too many unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, it has caused dissatisfaction among various countries.The White Cult finally abolished the Heresy Tribunal, executed a group of priests who served in it, and refused to admit that those absurd and presumptuous behaviors were ordered by the Pope.

That's what Joe meant by legal.

The Heresy Tribunal itself is not recognized by the Baijiao, so of course this ring seal will not be pursued by the Baijiao, because even if it is genuine, it is "not" their thing.

Clayton glanced at it, and found that in the box containing the ring seal, there was a layer of square protrusions under the goose-yellow velvet cloth.

He poured out the flannelette, and a note fell on the table, which seemed to be left by the old owner of the ring.

"It is rumored that the rings of the bishops of the Judgment Chamber have divine protection. They can test that the owner has not been replaced by a monster with the ability to change shape. Wearing this ring will immediately appear in its original form."

He glanced at the ring seal lying quietly on the table,
Out of some curiosity, Creighton picked up the ring.Turn around and put on the left little finger.

In anticipation, ten seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

"Is it really fake again? I'm so stupid!"

Clayton tried to take off the ring angrily, but was unable to do so because his fingers were too thick.

He got up and went into the bathroom, intending to lubricate with soapy water first.

But at this moment, a severe burning sensation suddenly came from the part where the skin was in contact with the ring, spreading to the whole body like wildfire, and the pain went straight to the brain in less than half a second.

His torso swelled, tearing his clothing apart.

The jet-black hair that looks like steel needles protrudes from the pores all over the body, even the parts that are not covered by the hair are dull black, the originally quite burly body has swelled by a quarter from height to width, and the limbs are exaggerated The amount of muscle, but still has a slender feeling,

The snout is elongated, the ears are pointed and pulled back, the head is transformed into a wolf shape, and the tawny eyes glow in the dark.

Looking down at the tattered clothes that fell on the ground, the werewolf Clayton scratched his head with his sharp nails, and a much lower voice came out of the wolf kiss, quite pleasantly surprised:

"It's incredible, this time it's actually the real thing!"

(End of this chapter)