Werewolf hunting rules

The truth was the same as Clayton had initially heard from the crowd of spectators.

As Barbara walked down the street and put up their sign, a tense-looking man passed by and was attracted by the sign. After reading it, the man asked her why she posted the notice, and Barbara admitted that she had put up the notice entirely of her own free will, out of some considerations.

The man then shot her.

What happened next was what the residents of this street saw. Barbara was seriously injured, and because there were too many people coming after hearing the sound, she was unable to move to a secluded place to rest slowly without being witnessed. He could only lie down and hope that they would arrive before the Sheriff.

This choice is beyond reproach.

As a last resort, pretending to be dead is another option.

"But I got some of his blood." Barbara stretched out her hand, and her fingers were stained with dried blood. She knew that Julius had a way to find people through biological materials, so she did not let the blood be confused with her own at the most critical moment.

Even though he was attacked hastily, the vampire's reaction left him with some souvenirs.

"You did a good job, Ms. Sergeant." Creighton got rid of the habit of the army and corrected the title forcibly.

Julius scraped away the blood, applied the powder to the tip of his middle finger, and then snapped his fingers. With a "pop" sound, Clayton could feel something rising from his middle finger, but there was nothing from his perspective.

"Go this way."

Julius stared at his middle finger, turned his body and took steps without looking at the road at all. Clayton had to stand in front of him to fend off pedestrians, and looked back in his direction from time to time to adjust his position.

It didn't take them a few minutes to find the location of Barbara's attacker.

Even as they were looking for each other, the other side was looking for them.

But after they found the person, the other person was still looking for them.

The three of them stood under the wall, looking at the militant on the roof who was leaning on the chimney and looking around. He was covering his waist and doing his best to observe the street in front of him, completely unaware of the avengers who came later.

"Madam, go and remind him." Clayton waved his hand kindly: "You haven't said goodbye formally yet, have you?"

Barbara laughed heartily.

She put her hands on the black iron railing outside the house wall, and with a little force, she flew up like a soft bird. Of course, she was not a real bird, so she could only fly up to a height of fifteen feet. But the outer edge of the window sill provided her with a second helping hand.

While Barbara took action, Clayton watched her back in deep thought.

A year ago, this woman was an ordinary housewife, but now she is very accustomed to the power of vampires.

It is not easy for a werewolf to achieve the effect she has. Of course he can do it as fast as her, or even faster, but the noise caused is undoubtedly loud enough to make everyone on the street stop and watch.

The lightness and agility of vampires are really well suited to moving around in the city.

He even suspected that Barbara could still live well in the city even if she did not work for the Presbyterian Church in exchange for medicine to suppress the curse.

Just put aside your morality and steal the blood of living people at night.

He raised his head and thought, but was bumped on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw Julius's suspicious look.

"Are you looking at her butt?"

Clayton was speechless.

He raised his hand to massage the sides of his eyes and sighed, "I think you can imagine me as a little nobler."

"I don't believe it." The mage answered bluntly. He looked at Clayton and said, "But I went to her home and saw that you are indeed more suitable for her than her mortal husband."

Clayton didn't know what Julius was thinking when he said this, but it didn't please him.

He asked in a deep voice: "Then would you consider finding another human to be your father?"

Julius's eyes flashed and he apologized proactively.

"Sorry, I thought you were interested in her. After all, you always let her follow us and gave her a staff and sword."

"You are so funny. It was lent to her, not a gift. And I will not allow the girl I miss to run to dangerous places every day, even if she wants to." Clayton stopped looking at him and just He no longer raised his head.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

Barbara was coming down from the roof with the man in her arms.

It was very easy for her to go up, but it was a little troublesome when she came down because there was an extra person's weight.

Clayton stood on the ground and motioned for her to let go and throw the man down.

After they all returned to the same height, they found a closed space and began the interrogation.

From the Hook detective's mouth, an unexpected name appeared.

"Caroline Culles."

Creighton emerged from the warehouse muttering the mayoral candidate's name.

Of course, he had considered the suspicions of the mayoral candidates, but after some understanding, he knew that most of these people were closely protected. Even if they did not possess extraordinary powers, they had received exorcisms and ritual blessings from the White Church. .

They often go to church every other week in the company of others, both to satisfy their personal religious needs and to undergo magical examinations.

In other words, if they are not willing, it will be very difficult for Athena Bailuge to get close to them.

After learning this, the lieutenant gave up his doubts about them, because he thought that the benefits the Holy Grail Society could provide might not be enough to satisfy these nobles.

Now it seems that his ideas are still too backward.

And Faslag, who was originally thought to be dead, is not dead yet, and he was even the one who introduced Athena to his brother.

Creighton added another to the death list.

"Then what should we do next? Break into the Culles family mansion directly?" Julius followed out of the room.

Creighton did not answer. The question he asked was very crucial. If Fulentin still obeyed Creighton's command, they could try to do this in the silent night.

During the mayoral campaign, all forces involved in security are very sensitive. An attack by dark descendants on the residence of a nobleman and mayoral candidate may directly detonate the entire situation. Therefore, if you cannot hide your existence, act rashly. Definitely not a wise choice.

The long ax that was captured last time had not yet been appraised, but he was sure that the ability of the strange object could not help them.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Clayton asked, hoping that the mage would have more ideas.

Julius spread his hands helplessly: "I know there is a silent spell, but I don't know how to do it."

"Where did Akzi lead the team?"

"You don't want to take Fulentin back, do you?"

"Can't you?"

"It's a pity that he only followed the special medicine, and you can't provide it now."

Clayton took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and shook it in front of Julius. The sound inside still sounded full.

"Except for the full moon night when I have to take it, I have reduced the amount of use at other times."

This is also a plan made to adapt to the werewolf's habits.

Julius rejected the plan without looking at the quantity in the bottle: "Not enough. He is the most severely cursed person and needs six doses a day."

"Excuse me." Clayton put the medicine bottle back.

A woman's soft voice came from behind them again.

"Well, if we go through the sewer, is it possible?" Barbara had wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked shyly. "I used to hear strange noises underground, so I went into the sewers last month and am quite familiar with those passages."

"I'm worried that the place has been occupied by soldiers. They promised to clean up everything in the city." Clayton's veto stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that Martin had said this.

"There were some strange noises in the sewers, like huge animals moving around in the pipes, which kept the neighbors restless at night."

This matter has not yet been resolved, perhaps because the military is temporarily unable to spare its efforts, or perhaps they are worried that the most effective muskets may cause explosions in a confined space filled with methane gas, so they ignore it.

But in short, this is indeed a route that can be used.

"Of course, I think you are right." The lieutenant admitted his previous negligence: "But there may be dangerous creatures in the pipeline, and we can't use guns when we go down. So you'd better be careful."

Julius said with relief: "Don't worry, we are not used to using firearms."

The only person here who is good at and loves to use thermal weapons is Clayton.

When he realized this, he was stunned, feeling a sense of loneliness that he was behind the times.