Almost as soon as Sifa sensed the approaching wolves, Martha rushed out of her tent in a panic. "Danger! Danger!"
Did she divine something? No, it doesn't seem like it. It looks more like a characteristic of the Sequence; the Seer has a premonition of danger?
Sifa gathered his scattered thoughts and drew his Serpent-Scale Revolver. Just then, the howls of wolves echoed from the woods in front of the camp. ☮♕ 💘ඏ
When they decided to camp here yesterday, Leon, true to his hunter nature and with the help of Sifa, set up several traps nearby, including animal snares.
These preventative measures are now proving useful.
The traps relieved some of the pressure on Sifa and his companions, and also served as a warning. Hearing Martha's cries and the howls of the wolves, Matthew and Leon each grabbed a hunting rifle and joined the others.
As Seer with no combat abilities, Martha's only asset is the revolver in her hand.
But Jeffrey shielded her behind him, seemingly unnecessarily, and didn't intend to involve his fellow Seer.
As people prepared, the first wolf finally burst out of the woods, ran across the camp, and pounced on the group.
In the morning sunlight, the sleek, furless but exceptionally muscular male wolf let out a defiant roar, spitting out foul-smelling saliva, and suddenly leaped up, pouncing on Sifa.
It was met with bullets spewing from the Serpent-Scale Revolver revolver, and flashes of light from the hunters' and servants' rifles on either side. ✿.｡.:* ☆::..::.☆*.:｡.✿
The male wolf's head exploded instantly, blood splattered, and it crashed heavily to the ground, sliding forward before being stopped by Sifa's foot.
Before they could catch their breath, more male wolves rushed into the camp, and the three of Sifa could no longer focus their fire on each other, so they had to fight on their own.
Just then, a wolf broke through the barrage of fire Sifa the three men and lunged at Leon's leg.
But then, a stick was shoved into its Barry, and Jeffrey kicked the wolf away.
The wolf scratched at the ground, struggling to its feet, drool mixed with blood dripping from its mouth, yet still charging forward with ferocious ferocity.
However, this time, it was shot in the head by Sifa as soon as it made a move.
Sifa emptied the magazine, the spent cartridges clattering to the ground. He quickly reloaded and rejoined the attack.
About half an hour later, the battle ended, with the complete annihilation of the wolves marking a great victory for humanity.
"That's strange."
Sifa shot a wolf caught in a trap. "Since these guys have discovered us, why don't they attack at night? Their chances of winning would be much higher then, right?"
Leon, a hunter himself, also found it strange. "Wolves are nocturnal animals; they're more difficult to deal with at night. If they found us early this morning, then, as Mr. Sifa said, they should have come looking for us last night."
"Perhaps Martha can tell us the answer."
After a battle, Jeffrey, his hair soaked with sweat, was reaching out as if to grab something.
Sifa was inspired and blinked twice quickly, almost imperceptibly.
He activated his Spirit Vision and saw directly that Jeffrey was holding the spirit of a wolf in his hand. Sifa was quite curious about what Sequence of Beyonder Jeffrey was, that he could capture the spirit of a wild beast.
In his Spirit Vision vision, Sifa saw the runes on Jeffrey's short stick glowing, guessing that it must be an extraordinary weapon, perhaps the one Jeffrey used to capture spirits.
As a colleague, Martha was well aware of Jeffrey's abilities and had no objections. She took a small metal vial out of her pocket and said to Jeffrey...
Put it back.
She must have also activated her Spirit Vision, seeing the spirit in Jeffrey's hand and Sifa guessing as he did, watching Jeffrey squat down and press the wolf's spirit into the corpse.
The soul and the body overlapped, but there were always signs that it would detach from the body. For this reason, Jeffrey maintained the posture, keeping his hands on the body.
Is this to prevent the wolf's spirit from dissipating prematurely?
Martha unscrewed the bottle, poured out some powder, her eyes gradually darkening, and then she picked up the powder and sprinkled it on the ground.
She walked around the wolf's carcass, sprinkling the water as she went, and then said, "That's enough."
In his Spirit Vision state, Sifa saw invisible walls suddenly rise up. At that moment, Jeffrey released his grip, and the wolf's spirit slowly emerged, but it could not escape those invisible walls and could not dissipate or disappear.
Martha then took out a small, silvery-white metal bottle and dripped some kind of liquid from the bottle's mouth, spreading it outwards in turn.
After doing all this, Martha began to chant incantations in a low voice. Sifa could tell that it was Hermesian.
I pray for the power of the Evernight;
I pray to the Concealment forces;
"I pray for the goddess's Favor."
"I beg you to grant me access to the Spirituality of the beasts within the altar."
Gradually, Martha's eyes turned completely black; her pupils disappeared, and the whites of her eyes vanished.
She seemed to have entered some strange state.
Enqi Town, Qingxiang Road.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! This morning Saint Witte Church held a sermon in the square and distributed food and daily necessities on site!"
Extra! Extra!
Early in the morning, several newsboys were shouting loudly on Qingxiang Road, spreading the news as they went back and forth along the town's main streets.
At No. 78 Qingxiang Road, a door opened, and Mrs. Gness's neighbor, the laundry worker who had given the Sifa siblings a clue, came out.
The woman, with a sallow complexion, was wearing a faded long dress today. The dress was unpatched and undamaged, and it was the only decent piece of clothing she could wear.
The woman named Kelly called into the house, "Are you done yet, Pasha? We need to hurry, or everything will be gone."
"Okay, Mom." A little girl of eight or nine years old ran out. Due to malnutrition, her face was thin and her skin was pale, but her eyes shone with the light that should be present in someone her age.
As the mother and son walked through the dark stairwell, they passed a house and heard a woman shouting inside.
"Get lost, I'm not going, leave me alone, Rodney!"
The name made Kelly's eyes flash with disdain; the cowardly Rodney was practically a well-known good-for-nothing on Qingxiang Road.
If it weren't for the meager income he earned selling pancakes on the street every day, his wife would have left him long ago.
Kelly patted her daughter's head and said earnestly, "You must never marry a useless husband like Rodney."
Just then, Rodney's door opened, and the mother and daughter quickened their pace, stepping into the bright sunlight outside.