Elias squinted at him for a long time as he reflected upon his words. Judging by his unwavering gaze, he could tell how serious Vincent was. But his expression was uncomfortably frigid. It was hard to say if he was worried about him or mad at him.
Elias could not think about disobeying him. He began to say slowly, “I don’t know much about him. It was my first encounter with him in the village. He seemed to have a good grasp of the forest around there. He used to say ridiculous things that we never believed.”
“What was he saying?” Vincent asked.
“He was talking about werewolves.”
Vincent was under the impression that his blood was frozen in the veins. His jaw fell apart. “Are you serious?” He asked in a daze after a while.
"It's exactly what happened to me back then," Elias pointed to his face. "Shocked... I mean, who would believe that? We laughed at him. But he was persistent. He offered us silver bullets, claiming that only such bullets could kill werewolves."