>>A dead cattle...it does not seem that you slaughtered it; did a nearby monster kill it? << Jack said as he looked at the corpse. It was in bad shape, and the state it was in also showed that the cadaver had been out for at least 3 days at the rate that it had rotted.
>>When I found it, I also thought at first that it was a monster, but it had only killed one cattle, leaving all the other ones without injury<< Clink said, scratching his head. He showed that he was confused about it too, but he was not done speaking. >>This is my second cattle that got attacked. The first one I buried, but the next night the beast killed another one, leaving all the others uninjured. I had decided to leave it here so it would not kill another one of them<< He did not hide his face of worry in this case.
>>So, the reason you got me here was because I was a dark magician and because you also knew me, right? << He asked to confirm if he understood it well. This was not something entirely new; Jack would regularly help the villagers of the village as he was a permanent resident and one who grew up here. He was close with the villagers, and he would regularly help them as much as he could as a dark magician.
>>Indeed, I wondered if you had maybe the ability to find out what the beast was, I heard that dark magicians have their focus on the studies of life and death<< Clink was not knowledgeable of magic; he was just a farmer in the village, growing wheat and holding some livestock that, whenever they were fully mature and gave birth to new children, he would slaughter the old ones and sell them to the butcher or inns.
>>I will see what I can do, Mr. Clink << Jack replied and looked at the cadaver once again.
He took a deep breath as he was thinking about which spell would be most suitable currently. He did not know a lot of spells; he only knew the basic tiers of magic that a dark magician could learn and some rank 2 spells. However, that was his limit; there were not many books about dark magic, and it was not like he had a teacher or could afford a tutor to teach him the ways of a dark magician, so he had to resolve to be smart while hunting monsters.
Jack then started to mumble some words to himself as he looked at the cadaver more and touched the head of it, closing his eyes, and taking multiple deep breaths. The force of death that the cadaver had around it surrounded Jack; it was not strong because the cattle were weak livestock. The death force emitting from the brain is the one that Jack would take in and absorb; he was then seeing it. He was seeing the cattle's memories in its life; it was simple, not complex, and not much had happened, which is why it was not painful or had any major effect on his psyche. The process was fast, and he saw the last thing the cattle had seen before its death. It was the monster that killed it. Jack opened his eyes and fell to the ground. What he saw shocked him.
>>Jack, what's wrong?!<< Clink said as he kneeled beside Jack, helping him up on his feet. Jack looked at Clink. He was not sure how to say what he had seen. The thing that he had seen was not a simple monster. Jack wanted to curse aloud and questioned how such a beast could be here, as this village should not be close to these beasts' territory.
>>It was a lycanthrope<< he said, his face showing his worry as he spoke these words. The surprise and shock are what Clink openly showed in a lycanthrope, a type of species of humans that could transform into wolves that, however, have the body structure of humans but are far superior to normal humans in every way; they would also be called werewolves.
>>We need to inform the guild about it so they can put it up for killing<< Clink said, ready to start moving, but Jack grabbed his arm.
>>Mr. Clink I understand your concern, but if we do that, who knows what it will do as a response or how it may escape. Even though it is possible the suspect lives in the village too or is one of the many adventurers<< Jack tried to pursue him this way, but he would not do it. Jack knew the dangers of both not telling and also telling the adventure guild that a werewolf was in the village. On the one hand, it would be a good thing to inform them, but it would also not be the best thing, as the werewolf could escape the moment it saw it was being hunted or come back with people of its tribe to eradicate as many people as possible, leaving no witnesses to know about them.
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Man of Misfortune
FantasyA story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
