On the south side of the village there is a swamp of wetland.

Because of the weather, a layer of black ice formed on the swamp.

When John arrived, the smell of blood was strong.

He walked to a tree and squatted down and ripped the things off from under the tree.

"Wolf venom aconitum."

He stared at the aconite, shoved a few into his handbag, and he walked in the other direction.

"Whew——!"

The wolf howl came, and John looked up.

An upright werewolf is facing the scourge of small animals, and the animal is disemboweled.

It looks bloody.

Suddenly, the werewolf stopped its cruel movements, raised its head, and sniffed the air with its nose continuously.

John noticed that Pakyle was also showing signs of awakening.

He kicked Pekyll in the neck, causing his head to tilt down.

"Looks like it's still some time before dawn."

Calculating how much dawn was left, John hung Pekyll on a tree.

John went up on his front foot, and the swamp werewolf behind him ran over.

He searched everywhere, but he didn't look up.

John stared at the werewolf, and if he jumped from it, he could probably slash the head with a sword.

After thinking about it, John still didn't move.

He stayed in the tree for a long time, and the sky was bright.

The hair on Pekyle's body that hung beside him gradually faded, revealing the appearance of a woman.

White skin, some brown freckles on the face, brown hair.

As he turned back into a human, Pekkel gradually woke up.

The swamp werewolf curled up in a grove of trees, and finally took the form of a young man.

"What is this?" Pekyll opened his eyes in a daze.

She thought she had killed someone again, and her tears were about to fall, but when she looked down, her legs were hanging in the air, and her body was strangled by the rope and hurt a lot.

"Pekyle."

A call from under the tree made Pekkel realize where he was.

It's there, that nightmare place.

Pekkel let out a piercing scream when he saw the youth.

When the young man saw Pekelle's distant and frightened look, he took two steps back in a hurtful manner.

"Werewolf, say your name." John sat cross-legged on a tree with one hand on his cheek.

Only then did the young man notice that there was another person.

His gaze crossed the sword on John's back, and his heart sank.

"My name is Mullen, this gentleman, can you put down Pekyle first?"

"Maren?" John smiled slightly, "Interesting. ”

He raised his hand and brushed the rope, and a pinch of fire burned it, burning the rope.

Pekyle screamed, and Mullen rushed over to make a meat pad without thinking, catching Pekyle.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Pekkel struggled with a cry, "Stay away from me, you disgusting monster." ”

Mullen got up and hurried away, and Pakyle pulled the loose rope off and was about to leave.

"Pekell, don't want to know the truth?"

A sound stopped Pekaire.

She looked up at the people in the tree and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"You can call me Adani," John shrugged, "and I'm a witcher." ”

"The Witcher?!" Pekyle and Mullen's expressions changed.

Mullen, in particular, took out a wooden stick the thickness of a rolling pin from nowhere, which seemed to be a magic wand.

"No wonder you call it a wolf witch, you really know magic." John looked at Maren in surprise.

Werewolves have been despised as a chain floor in the wizarding world since ancient times, and it is surprising that magic can be learned during this period.

Maren clenched his wand, and Pakyle, believing that he was going to hurt himself, ran behind a tree and hid with a scream.

John jumped down from the tree, well, with some numb feet.

He stared at Mullen's wand and asked curiously, "What kind of magic do you know?" ”

"I can do more magic than you can imagine." As if this would give him more confidence, Mullen said.

"Alright," John said, moving his body, striding over to Malen and holding out his hand, "there are some questions that need to be answered. ”33

"Don't come here!" Mullen screamed inwardly.

John raised his hand impatiently, casting his object magic.

Maren didn't expect the witcher to be magical, so he was dragged away.

Grabbing Mullen's neck, John's eyes turned vertical, "Don't challenge my patience, wizard. ”

The rolling pin-like wand was snatched away by John, who threw the man under the tree, drew his sword and threw it over.

The silver tip of the sword peeked through the trunk of the tree, causing Malen to sweat to slip down.

Together with Pekyle, who was behind the tree, he was startled.

As long as this sword is a little off, it is a sword and two wolves.

Later, John heard a different story from Mullen.

He is a wizard who was bitten by a werewolf during a trip and turned into a werewolf.

Every time he transforms into a werewolf, Mullen will run to a place where no one is there to spend the full moon.

Only once, he accidentally injured someone.

It was the appearance of Pekaire, when it was close to dawn and the full moon was about to pass.

When Pekyll appeared, Mullen regained a bit of his senses, and after biting Pekyle, he immediately tried to heal him with his wand.

In the confusion, he mixed some herbs together and gave them to Pekyle.

Later, out of guilt, he tried to take Pekyle away, but was tried to stop him by the village chief.

Uneasy, he had to settle down in the swamp.

But he will also transform into a full moon, and he can't stop Pekyle, so he has to silently spread the werewolf message.

Intended to banish werewolves with the help of someone else's hand.

"You let someone else kill me?" Pekyle couldn't believe it, "I thought you liked me." ”

Mullen turned his head away, not daring to look at Pekyle's face, and said, "It's going to be painful for you to do this." ”

"I know you, Pekelle, that you're a kind girl who doesn't want to be a monster like me."

Pekyle covered her mouth, not knowing if she was moved.

John had a rolling pin in his hand and listened to Mullen's story.

...

Alexei was a little embarrassed to watch.

Anton didn't open which pot and asked, "So you didn't ask at the beginning?" ”

Alexei coughed dryly, "In the face of the werewolf, how do I know what he said." ”

"Atagni had a sensitive and delicate heart." My grandfather sighed, "Like his mother, my daughter." ”

The other uncles agreed that the nephew had perfectly inherited Mrs. Wick's merits.

What?

Watson Wick's?

He contributes some man's conditions and what advantages can he have.

It's just a tool man.

More than the gringo, they wanted to know what John's choice was.

Under the watchful eye of the Jovonovich family, John made his choice.

Knowing that Mullen was under a curse, Pekyle also understood that it was not Mullen's intention to be bitten that day.

She was very moved, and then gave Mullen a slap.

"You bastard, call someone to kill me."

Mullen suffered in silence.

Now it's time for John's decision.

Do you kill the werewolves to clear the trouble, or do you let them go?

As a witcher, John would not hesitate to choose to kill them.

But as a wizard......

He drew his sword from the tree, and aimed the tip of his sword at the two of them.

"Pekaire, even though you turned into a werewolf by accident, you bit the villagers to death."

Pekyll stepped out and knelt down, blaming herself, "Demon Hunter, I feel guilty for the mistakes I made. ”

John placed the sword on her slender neck, and Pakyle closed her eyes and died.

Mullen struggled, and he felt that he was the culprit.

"Wait," Mullen ran over and knelt down, "I'm the cause of everything, and if it weren't for my arrival, Pekyll wouldn't have become a werewolf." ”

"If you want to kill, kill me!"

As soon as he had finished speaking with awe-inspiring justice, John ran his sword through his body.

John smiled, "You think I'm going to let you go?" ”

Mullen was stunned.

John drew his sword, and Mullen fell in a pool of blood.

Pekyll screamed and lunged forward.

The passage of life made Mullen in a trance, and he stroked Pekje's cheek with trembling hands and said, "Pekyle, forgive me. ”

"I forgive you, Mullen, and beg you, don't die."

Pakyll responded with tears in her eyes, begging Mullen not to die.

They staged a bitter drama, and John was speechless, "You are a wizard, and you are not fatal to be stabbed by a sword." ”

Mullen, who had thought he was going to die, was stunned, and he looked up with difficulty and saw that John had no intention of mending the knife.

He was scared and asked, "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

John glanced at Pekyle, and John's sword pierced through her as she was overwhelmed.

The blade pierced through her abdomen, drawing it neatly.

"As punishment, you need to leave the village from now on," John shook off the blood from his sword.

He didn't make a third sword.

This scene surprised and delighted Mullen, and at the same time, he did not understand why John, a witcher, had given up on his uncontrolled werewolf.

Even my grandfather's family, who were watching, didn't understand that letting go of the werewolf meant that the future would get out of control and cause damage.

At this moment, my grandfather even thought that John was too soft-hearted.

But John smiled slightly, "Werewolves, naturally there is a solution." ”

As one of the inventors of the wolf poison potion, John's gaze swept over the herbs.

"However, human life needs to be carried." He looked at Pekyll and said indifferently, "You need to earn enough hundred gold coins to compensate those you killed." ”

A hundred gold coins, which in this period is enough to make one forget about hatred.

You must know that the money that the whole village made up to kill the werewolves is only ten gold coins.

It's extremely difficult, and if Pekyle doesn't want to die, there's only one way.

"Pekaire, I'll be with you all the time."

"Mullen ......"

Mullen pressed Pekelle's bleeding abdomen, and the two looked at each other affectionately, and finally agreed.

At this moment, a white light appeared from the two of them and poured into the runes on the sword.

A rune is lit.

...

Some people died, but not completely......