Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 462 The Familiar Dead

What does it feel like to kill someone?
Many people have had the thought of ending the life of their enemy, but this thought often flashes through their mind and cannot be put into practice.

The answers from people who have actually killed someone are also different.

Those who are easily sentimental are shocked by the horror of seeing life slipping away before their eyes, the moral guardians feel extremely remorseful for having committed the first crime, those who are naturally indifferent are indifferent to the blood, and there are those who are born bloodthirsty and are ecstatic when looking at the corpses.

Although he had seen many killings, Julius felt shocked and terrified when he killed someone for the first time. When the dagger pierced the skin of the circus witch, the blood loss made the soft body lose resistance quickly. Clayton gave her the last blow, and then told Julius that he didn't need to worry about it, and this life belonged to him.

It was well-intentioned, but screw it, Julius wasn't going to shirk responsibility for killing someone, he wasn't a coward.

So this was the first person he killed.

When he killed the first person, Julius did feel some fear and uncontrollable pity for the deceased, but fortunately the second person he killed was the one who had broken several of his bones before. When he killed the other person, the pleasure of revenge soothed all the discomfort in Julius' heart.

There is nothing to be afraid of, he thought. There is no immortal in this world whose hands are not stained with blood. Since his goal is to achieve the ultimate level among wizards, he will have to kill sooner or later.

The sooner you adapt to this, the smoother your journey will be.

The scent of incense permeated every corner of the room. Julius squatted on the carpet on the floor of the hotel, thinking this while using a saw to saw open the head of a crazy wizard of the Key Group, exposing the tender tissue inside.

The man was not dead yet, and his face still maintained an intoxicated expression. Warm blood flowed down the wound on his forehead, but the smell of blood was completely covered by the incense.

Not far away, there was a mad wizard in a coma waiting to be picked.

Yes, these crazy wizards were powerful, and Julius did not have the power of Clayton, but it was not difficult to kill them - although he himself was amazed at how simple the process was.

The ancients said that snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. Even a guy like him who is neither good nor bad has his own ways.

These crazy wizards were addicted to hallucinogens and would take them for six hours a day, which was not enough for them to carry. He just investigated the pharmacy they often went to for supplies, and then pretended to be in urgent need of money and went to this store to pawn his best hallucinogen.

Yes, Julius always carries a powerful hallucinogen with him. If he is in desperate situation, he can use this drug to find a miracle.

The raw material of this potion is a kind of cactus found in the desert area of ​​the continent of Fisbrica. It is not addictive but has extremely strong effects. Mortals only need to pull out a needle and insert it into the skin to obtain ecstasy. Even for wizards, applying a drop of extract on the lips is enough to stimulate their mental power to the strongest level.

If you smoke too much, you will become like the two crazy wizards in front of Julius, your mind will be completely immersed in hallucinations, you have to sleep for several days and nights before you can wake up, and you will not even feel the most cruel punishment during this period.

Before Julius pawned it, he praised it highly in front of the drugstore owner, and when he left, he beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret. This was all to leave an impression on the other party so that he could sell it to his big customer at a high price.

If a person is normal, he or she will be cautious when using such medicine of unknown origin.

But the wizards of the Key Group are all half crazy, they don't consider these things at all. If there is something that can satisfy them, they will use it, and if using more will make the effect stronger, they will use it all at once.

As their brains were burned and stimulated by various drugs, their humanity had long been lost, leaving only their beast-like nature.

Julius would not hesitate to use the life of such a guy to promote his own spiritual advancement.

After a period of hard work, he carefully cut off two pieces of the mutated wizard's pituitary gland and put them into the test tubes he carried with him. The rest of the body could be handed over to the hospital, which would more or less recover some of the costs.

He was not a rough man like Clayton, and he knew many channels to dispose of corpses "legally".

Among the many professions familiar to mortals, doctors, scholars, alchemists and the like are inseparable from wizards. Just as he needs to stimulate his own spirit for ascension, surgeons also need a large number of fresh and healthy human corpses to practice surgical skills and enhance their understanding of the human body. Because of this, they were often regarded as accomplices of necromancers in the past, desecrating the remains of others in order to practice black magic.

In short, fresh and healthy human corpses are to surgeons what wealth is to the church: once you get them, it is difficult to give them up again.

It is difficult to determine the cause of death after the autopsy, and outsiders will be buried in the so-called volunteer cemetery, which has been consecrated and only very powerful wizards can use magic to track there. It is very safe. Of course, the local hospital must have a close relationship with the Orlanst Pharmaceutical Company, which is a bit risky.

But these days - Julius believed that there would be no shortage of extraordinary bodies in the hospital. Compared with those people who came from all over the world, the goods he provided were like a drop of red ink falling into a pool of black ink, and were not worth investigating at all.

After finishing all the necessary things, he took off his gray windbreaker with many pockets, rolled it up, and stuffed it into a briefcase. Then he put on an ordinary black jacket, hid his green hair with a top hat on his head, and finally put on a fake beard made of horsetail hair, completely transforming himself into a different person.

With a new identity, he hired a carriage, loaded the bodies of his two brothers, who were as close as brothers to him, and transported them all the way to the largest hospital in the South District.

All the windows of the hospital are open, and the lighting is very good. This layout is the characteristic of the hospital. The medical community believes that this is good for expelling toxins from the human body, but the cold itself may not be very friendly to patients.

Some surgical assistants and nurses walked around the ward, inspecting the patients' condition.

Naturally, some physician assistants moonlight as drug dealers, and after their inspections they linger at patients’ bedsides to push medications and persuade them to accept deals that save money and time in recovery.

Julius noticed that they recommended a lot of Orlanst's medicines.

After all, Orlanst's pharmaceutical factory is built locally, so the price naturally has an advantage.

Hospitals are built with a certain charity in mind these days, and surgeons often charge a fee to demonstrate surgical procedures in places like theaters. Poor patients can get their medical expenses waived as long as they agree to see the procedure in public. If enough people are willing to buy tickets to watch the surgery, it is not impossible for the procedure to be completely free.

But even so, few people are willing to spend more money to buy medicine.

This is a crowded public ward. All patients come here to get their medical expenses reduced. Those who are eligible for privacy naturally rent single rooms.

Poor guy, but I'm not as poor as them, Julius thought, and pulled a physician's assistant to explain his purpose.

"For the advancement of medicine, I agree to donate"

As these words were spoken, the heavy gold pounds fell into Julius' hands.

No one cares whether the two bodies are his relatives or how the deceased died. The hospital will pay whoever gives the bodies to it. This is fair.

The beautiful day should have passed just like that, but unfortunately things did not go as planned.

As Julius turned to leave, another cart carrying a corpse passed by. The white cloth covering the body was wrinkled, while the rest of the body was fairly tight, but half of the face was exposed, allowing him, who knew the face, to see it.

It's the nightingale.

That ascetic nightingale!
It's Mhlanga!

Julius' good mood disappeared in an instant, his head was buzzing, and at the same time his legs suddenly lost sensation for half a second, which almost made him fall. After a stumble, he adjusted his balance, maintained his original expression and walked out of the hospital steadily.

Only when no one could see him did he relax his control over his expression and release his anxiety.

Two mad wizards died, and Julius was indifferent.

But the nightingale is dead?
Julius felt that the world before his eyes seemed a little unreal.

Mhlanga might not be as skilled as Clayton, but he is by no means a weakling, and even if he loses a hand, he should not lose the ability to escape as an agent of the Kingdom Intelligence Department.

Who can kill him?

The news that the Sasha Municipal Government and the Council of Elders had been warned had already been spread, so what was Mhlanga still doing in Waiodi?