After the Red Priest left, Rudolph chased after him and went to the sheriff's office.

  "What do you mean by 'a reckless young man'? Why can't I shoulder the heavy responsibility of fighting against the werewolves?"

  "I just said that to apply to the superior for more resources using you as an example. Look at you now. Aren't you still a reckless young man?"

  "Can Mr. the Red Priest influence the superior police station? Can he have a say in this matter?"

  "Of course. The Red Priest in Fabro City has much more influence than the police station. Once the Red Priests make a decision, the police station can only execute it," Sheriff Claude said.

  "Rudolph, I've decided to promote you to an official patrolman. In a few days, I'll assign you some trainee patrolmen for you to train the new recruits.

  I have a feeling that the days ahead won't be easy and will be very dangerous."

  Rudolph didn't care much about his position. "Will I be issued more alchemical bullets after becoming a patrolman than before?"

  "Certainly."

  "I want alchemical bullets for my revolver."

  "The shotgun has more advantages when facing werewolves."

  "The revolver is cooler!"

  Facing the stubborn Rudolph, Sheriff Claude had no choice. "All right, I'll give you some revolver bullets. Keep an eye on that werewolf these days."

  "No problem!"

  Rudolph left the sheriff's office in a cheerful mood.

  The sheriff was quite satisfied with Rudolph. At least Rudolph had survived two consecutive fierce battles, which proved that he had good abilities and good luck as well.

  For such a subordinate, the sheriff didn't hesitate to allocate more resources to him.

  In the underground prison cell, Rudolph sat on a chair outside the werewolf's cell, playing with the two revolvers he had just received.

  The police revolver was much better than the revolver of the farmer.

  Rudolph's two revolvers were similar to the Colt Single Action Army Revolver in his previous life.

  Compared with an ordinary revolver, these two guns had a long barrel, and the total length of the gun body was nearly 25 centimeters.

  Long and sturdy, this was the model that Rudolph liked.

  He also had a cartridge belt around his waist, and in the cartridge belt, there were five speed loaders. Three of the speed loaders contained alchemical bullets, a total of 18 rounds. The remaining two speed loaders contained ordinary bullets.

  In fact, Rudolph could also use the Scorpio Witch Language "Venom" to poison the bullet heads. However, the venom of a wizard apprentice wasn't that potent. There was only a weak dose of venom on the bullet heads, and the lethality was far less than the sheriff's Level 2 alchemical bullets.

  So Rudolph only planned to use the poisoned bullets in case of necessity.

  Just as Rudolph was immersed in the joy of his new toys, a wolf howl interrupted him.

  The alchemical daggers on the werewolf's body had been removed. The werewolf leaped up from the ground and pounced towards Rudolph, but there was still the prison cell iron fence between them.

  That iron fence was also made of alchemical refined iron, which a Level 1 werewolf couldn't break.

  The werewolf frantically beat on the fence of the prison cell, but to no avail.

  Rudolph thought that the police station really should recruit more people. He had just been promoted and received a raise, and he had finally been officially promoted to a patrolman, yet he had to stay in the prison cell. It was really 不像话. There was nothing much to patrol in this prison cell that was only more than 20 meters long.

  A few days later, it was the full moon in December.

  On the night of the full moon, Rudolph walked out of the door of the police station.

  In the starry sky, the full moon hung high.

  The moment Rudolph was exposed to the moonlight, all kinds of whispers rang in his ears again.

  He reached out and hammered his forehead, then continued to walk outside.

  Behind Rudolph was the werewolf with alchemical daggers inserted into his back again.

  When the werewolf was exposed to the full moon's moonlight, the werewolf suddenly woke up from his listless state.

  In the werewolf's pupils, a fierce light suddenly burst out.

  No one knew what the principle was, but the full moon's moonlight could make the werewolf more manic, cause a sudden increase in the hormones in its body, and make it lose the last bit of its rationality.

  "Shoot!"

  The police station had already made plans for this situation.

  Six people beside him were all holding shotguns, and even Kalita in the reception hall was holding a shotgun. For a moment, gunshots rang out in the courtyard of the police station.

  Six alchemical shotgun shells were fired into the werewolf's body.

  Rudolph signaled the others to stop first.

  He observed the werewolf's condition. After these lead bullets hit, the werewolf was already hunched over in pain.

  "Fire three more shots!"

  After three shots, Rudolph nodded in satisfaction. This dosage was just right.

  These lead bullets didn't hit the werewolf's head, so they wouldn't kill the werewolf. But the lead bullets embedded in the flesh would make the werewolf obedient enough.

  Rudolph would take the werewolf to the square and make the werewolf the main character of the night.

  The people in Lemang Town didn't know why wizards had to be killed. Compared with wizards, ordinary people hated werewolves even more.

  Werewolves posed a real threat to everyone's life.

  People didn't dare to travel far. In the wilderness, it was very easy to encounter packs of werewolves. They would even attack caravans during the day.

  If it weren't for the alchemists selling alchemical bullets to the farmers, the farmers wouldn't even dare to stay on their own farms.

  Because of the existence of werewolves, the food in the town could only be supplied by large farms. Only large farms had enough self-defense capabilities.

  It was also because the alchemists were becoming more and more powerful that the druids could fight against the werewolves. In the days without the help of alchemists, the druids had always been suppressed by the werewolves in the wild.

  If the werewolves were running rampant, the price of food in the town would increase. If the price of grains decreased, it meant that the druids and the farms had eliminated a lot of werewolves recently.

  When the werewolf was brought to the square, a violent cheer erupted from the square.

  The werewolf's terrifying wolf head and its huge mouth dripping with saliva gave the people in the town a great sense of excitement.

  This was the greatest nightmare in the wilderness, the werewolves lurking in the darkness.

  Rudolph saw the Red Priest on the sacrificial altar. At this moment, the Red Priest was looking at the alchemical bullet holes on the werewolf's body with satisfaction.

  If it were an ordinary wound, the werewolf's body would recover quickly, but the wounds caused by alchemical bullets were different. The burning power would last for a long time.

  At this moment, there were already two butchers on the sacrificial altar.

  When other apostles became sacrifices, most of them were dealt with by burning them. But werewolves were so hated that some cruel methods had to be used when sacrificing them.

  Two tall and strong butchers carried the weak werewolf onto the chopping block.

  Rudolph turned his head. He thought the scene was too cruel.

  The werewolf would be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs...

  Werewolves hated it most when people called them stupid dogs. Therefore, feeding them to dogs was the greatest humiliation to werewolves.

  The four dogs beside them had been drugged and were now barking excitedly.

  Rudolph frowned. The whispers of the full moon made his head ache.

  As the sacrifice progressed, the most intense whisper appeared.

  "They overfed my dog..."

  Rudolph looked at the sacrificial altar. One of the dogs' bellies was already as swollen as a balloon about to burst.

  Rudolph furrowed his brows. He seemed to understand the function of the full moon whispers.

  He could hear the whispers of the apostles during the full moon, which meant... he could find those apostles through the whispers.

  As long as he found the dog owner, Rudolph could be sure that the dog owner must be an apostle.

  What was the use of finding an apostle?

  Rudolph looked up at the full moon. If Rudolph were a ruthless wizard, after finding that apostle, he would have the opportunity to use that apostle as material for a witchcraft tool.

  Therefore, the ability of the full moon whispers seemed to be a powerful ability specially prepared for wizards.

  The poison quenching technique was a kind of witchcraft. Besides witchcraft, witchcraft tools seemed to be even more important to wizards.

  After all, the promotion ceremony of a wizard was to complete a high-level witchcraft tool. If Rudolph wanted to be promoted to a Level 1 wizard, he needed to make a Level 1 witchcraft tool using a Level 1 apostle.

  Rudolph moved closer to the policewoman Kalita.

  "Kalita, these four dogs aren't our police dogs."

  "Of course. If a police dog were to be overfed to death, Sheriff Claude would be very angry."

  "Then where did these dogs come from?"

  "A new circus has come to the town. These dogs were bought from the circus."

  After the sacrifice, there would be some entertainment activities. For example, the circus would cordon off an area at the edge of the square and perform there.

  After the sacrifice ended, Rudolph loaded the two dogs that had been overfed to death onto a carriage and came to the vicinity of the circus.

  Facing the circus manager who came up to greet him, Rudolph asked, "Are these your dogs? If you have no other suggestions, I'll deal with them on your behalf?"

  Before the circus manager could speak, a short clown beside him couldn't wait to speak up:

  "If I had known the dogs would die, I would never have sold my dogs to you!"

  The clown should be quite young. At this moment, the greasepaint on his face was all smudged from crying.

  Rudolph looked at the clown and continued, "Oh, I'm really sorry. This is a work mistake of the police station. We didn't inform you of the purpose of buying these dogs."

  Facing Rudolph's casual explanation, the clown couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

  Rudolph was sure that this clown was likely the apostle who had uttered the whisper.

  "Cooper! You go back first!" The circus manager said.

  Cooper left without looking back.

  "Sir Sheriff, please don't mind. Cooper is still too young," the circus manager said hastily. "I'm the manager of the circus. My name is Seco. If you need anything in the future, Sheriff, please contact me directly."

  Seco was a fat middle-aged man. It wasn't easy for him to be so fat.

  "Manager Seco, I'm just a patrolman, not a sheriff."

  Rudolph left the circus and took the flatbed cart to deal with the dogs. These dogs were really pitiful. Rudolph would bury the dogs in the cemetery.

  Just as Rudolph was about to leave the square, the trainee patrolman Sam suddenly rushed towards Rudolph.

  "Captain! Werewolves have appeared on the outskirts of the town!"