Werewolf hunting rules

When Clayton said the same words, he immediately remembered the secret conversation he had with Elder Dais before he set out to hunt down Athena.

He looked at Akzi's back, still hesitating.

During this boring time of being carried, the smell caused a new topic.

Once Clayton starts to think seriously, there are always various changes that disturb him. The stench on the members of the action team is a typical example - the smell is almost exactly the same as Clayton's own.

"So you also took the sewer route?"

"We followed her all the way here, so we didn't expect that she used some means to delay our search. If we had arrived earlier, maybe we could have had a face-to-face competition to see who could take her life faster." Ake Qi quipped, raising and waving his hands slightly as he spoke, like a professional speaker.

This statement was a bit bloody, but Clayton hated Athena even more, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Have you seen Julius?"

"Of course, he was walking around in the sewer with a glowing stone and seemed lost, so we took him out."

"Why didn't he come?"

In order to make it easier to speak, Akzi deliberately slowed down his pace and walked to the diagonal side of Clayton's stretcher before maintaining his speed.

"I asked him to go back. His magic is almost ineffective against enemies like Athena, and it is not as good as a novice like Mr. Blanco. But he chose the right person this time. Unexpectedly, we were the ones lagging behind. team.”

Creighton sees Julius's contribution and is willing to say a few more good words for him.

"He also helped me a lot."

"Of course, magic has its own uses after all, and there are no useless spells."

The werewolf tilted his head slightly and saw that the members of the action team in front of him only carried short guns and sabers, not more powerful weapons.

Although he only brought a revolver, that was because he couldn't get anything more powerful. The Presbyterian Church should be able to get long-barreled rifles and shotguns. With Volentin here, they could even use explosives without worrying about being attacked. residents found out.

It seems that only Aureliano Blanco has a truncated shotgun strapped to his front sling, which may have something to do with his rookie status.

"You didn't bring a long-barreled gun?"

"We brought it and used it. But it had no effect on Athena, and it also affected the speed of our pursuit, so I asked them to throw it away on the road. After sending you back to the stronghold, we have to go back again, and you are attacked by others. It would be troublesome to pick it up.”

"That might accomplish something good for a certain gang of thieves."

The werewolf wearing a coat said casually and took his revolver under the coat. He wanted to insert the weapon into the holster on the side of his pants, but when he took the gun off, he remembered that he was not wearing pants yet.

When he opened his mouth to communicate, he subconsciously thought that he was back in a civilized society, and in a civilized society it would be quite embarrassing not to wear pants.

It's a good thing there are no women here, he thought.

As for Ms. Barbara, she was probably some kind of mushroom-like existence that could suck blood, so the werewolf simply ignored her.

"Speed ​​up a little bit, don't let Mr. Bello's wounds get worse."

Akqi waved his hand, and the speed of carrying the stretcher increased to another level. They were in the city center, and it would not take more than ten minutes to reach the Presbyterian stronghold nearby. This is a welcome thing for seriously injured people, and it also reduces the probability of being discovered by passers-by.

As their pace quickened, the shotgun in front of Aureliano Blanco began to sway with the sling, and it struck the werewolf on the head hard, knocking his ears down.

"Sorry, wait for me." O'Leary held the handle of the simple stretcher with one hand, and he still had the strength to remove the gun on his body, but the cloth was a little tilted, and Clayton almost fell off the stretcher.

"I'll do it, you just hold the stretcher."

Clayton quickly raised his hand to cut off the shoulder strap and put the shotgun on the stretcher.

"Newcomer."

The chicken hood who was in charge of Athena's stretcher next to him repeated the word with a smile. Everyone laughed, and Akzi also opened his beak.

Clayton couldn't see the expression on the young man's face, but he knew he was beginning to be glad that he was still wearing a hood.

This atmosphere reminded the lieutenant of the time when he first joined the army. At that time, he was also young. It was not until the veteran who led him was beheaded by the Taunton people that his image in the army began to move closer to a serious look. , but that's not because he is calm, but because he doesn't want to say it - if he gets too familiar with new people, he will be sad if they die, but he can always make friends unexpectedly.

"Mr. Akchi, have you ever been a soldier before?"

Akzi turned around again: "Why do you ask that?"

"I think your actions...well, are quite orderly." It just lacked some discipline. Clayton didn't say the second part of the sentence, which might be considered as an accusation.

Mr. Owl laughed calmly: "Of course not. Yu Ren is a natural fairy, not a shapeshifter. He cannot hide this owl head, so I am destined not to join the army. As for command skills, I am Learned at sea. The Presbyterian Church provided military training for sailors serving the four elders, otherwise they would not be able to fight against the rampant pirates on the ocean. A retired captain became our instructor, and I was not considered worthy of him. The best student, but not all of his skills may be useful. I think Mr. Bello must know the principle of adapting measures to local conditions."

This was the first time Akzi introduced himself. Clayton listened carefully on the stretcher. At this point, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement, but there was still a question in his mind.

"So you didn't grow up in human society?" he asked in surprise. If goblins can't transform into humans, then it's obvious that they can't enter schools or any companies to live a normal life according to his common sense despite their alien form.

"The goblins have their own gathering place so that we can hide our identities. I am from Gedolin, so I am from the same hometown as Elder Groene."

Clayton reminisced, but to no avail.

"I've never heard of that name."

"But you must know this place. Fairies are different from humans. We attach great importance to the magic contained in names and will find ways to distinguish their meanings. Many things you are familiar with will have completely different names in our place. .So." Akqi shrugged: "You should know, maybe you have traveled there, but we will hide ourselves very well."

The lieutenant became interested. They were still a few minutes away from the stronghold, enough time to play a small game:

"Any reminder? I want to take a guess."

"It's not an industrial city, like Sasha."

"Narda?" He first thought of the city he had heard of recently, which was almost the largest ranch in the entire kingdom.

Akqi shook his head: "It's too exaggerated. Gedolin is not that remote. It is closer to Yaxin than Sasha City, and just like its name, there are many woods near it."

"So, Moitula?"

"No, but you guessed another place where fairies gather."

This unexpected gain did not comfort Clayton, and he continued to guess:

"Hippoyan?"

"no."

"Wilster?"

"No."

Clayton guessed a few more names, but Akzie rejected them one by one, which made him feel discouraged.

Mr. Owl had no choice but to announce the answer: "Okay, the answer is revealed, Gedolin is Delon."

Clayton couldn't accept this result. He almost sat up from the stretcher.

"It's not fair, I said Wilster, it's in Delong."

Akci spread his hands: "Gedolin includes Wilster, but you can't say that Wilster is Gedolin."

This convinced the lieutenant, and he lay down in distress. Thanks to this conversation, he felt like he wouldn't be able to fall asleep even if he lay down on the bed.

"So, would Mr. Bello be interested in introducing me to his hometown?"

"Buliga, I am from Buliga."

Clayton was playing a trick here. Buliga, like Delong, is the name of an extremely vast land that contains many administrative districts. With this name alone, Akzi could not find the specific location of his hometown, let alone Batnu is considered remote in the entire Buliga.

Without knowing his origin, it would be impossible to threaten Tritis and Donna, but Clayton no longer feels the need to consider this.

He didn't expect that Akzi would be easy to get along with, and maybe they could become friends.

Although this guy looks down on ordinary people, some of the aristocratic friends he made in the past also had similar shortcomings. In order to expand the antique sales, Clayton has not cut off contact with them to this day.

Even superficial friends can be useful.

"It's really tit for tat." Akzi also heard Clayton's retaliation, and he laughed.

"I seem to have seen the top of the high-rise building in our stronghold. It seems that you will be able to receive proper treatment for your injury in a while, and then spend a good night in a soft quilt. We are still busy, although Athena Even though she is dead, her body is still of some use. The curse contained in the flesh of the spider elf is also valuable. After certain ritual processing, her body will help Elder Gronje get rid of the demon supervisor more quickly. Of course, according to The rules are that you can actually completely dispose of your trophies. We need to pay something to exchange for this body from you. After all, you killed her."

Clayton thought for a while and decided to put aside the specific exchange conditions for now. He hadn't decided what he wanted yet.

As for a house in the city center, Athena may not be worth that much.

"The terms of the exchange will be discussed later. Before you dispose of the body, you must cut off her ears and give them to me."

This barbaric request made the actions of the action team members stagnant. Akqi raised his eyebrows, if the dark feathers were eyebrows: "Is this some ancient war custom? I only know that in ancient times, ears were used for liquidation. The way to achieve results.”

"That's not true. There was a little girl who wanted to say something to her and entrusted me to help deliver it to her 'ears', but until I set off last night, she hadn't thought of what to say, so I think It was necessary to preserve Athena’s ears so that these words could be conveyed to her with certainty.”

"Mr. Bello really means what he says." Akzi couldn't help but sighed. "Don't worry, we will keep her ears for you. Don't let your girl down."

Clayton lay down and thanked him. At this moment, they had arrived not far from the entrance of the stronghold. The members of the action team slowed down because of their relaxed mood.

Clayton knew that he would be undergoing treatment soon, so he consciously relaxed his body to prevent tight muscles from harming the wound.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there were still a few questions he had not asked, which were things he was curious about before setting off.

"By the way, how did you find Athena Bai Luge?"

"I promised the gentleman who helped me that all information about him would be kept confidential."

Creighton admired principled people, so he did not demand Akzi to name the gentleman.

He asked a second question, expecting an accurate answer this time.

"Where did you get the information about the Holy Grail Society's collusion with Lush Ocean? I don't think anyone knows about this except the members of the Holy Grail Society who recently invaded Sasha City."

"Then you are wrong."

Seeing that the stronghold was close at hand, Akzi had already taken off his hat. The hat was constantly being tossed in his hand, ready to be hung on the coat rack at any time:

"The Holy Grail Society and the Green Fence Ocean are two independent organizations, but the former is employed by the latter. The Green Fence Ocean's invasion had been prepared for a long time, even before the Holy Grail Society. They were in the mine shelter outside the city. Carry out smuggling transactions and bribe local gangs. If the military hadn't caught them all, those gangsters might even have triggered a riot recently and made the Presbyterian Church lose face in the name of the union, which would facilitate their next move. ."

"But as long as anything happens, there must be traces. The account book of their transaction was found by a private detective, and there are code words in it, but this can't trouble us."

"Who is that private detective?"

"I didn't ask. He was tall and skinny and looked like a drug addict. If you wanted to hire him, it would be too late."

"he died?"

"died."

"I heard from my fellow Sheriff that there was a private detective stuffed up the chimney, could that be him?"

When he said this, Clayton became more awake, his eyes fixed on Akzi's tall back with full clothes.

"Yes, he was recently employed by Carolin Culles, and he also served the subordinate gangs of Green Fence Ocean, which was earlier. But now he betrayed everyone and sent the ledger to me. There was neither integrity nor the first-come, first-served rule, and there was a risk of leaking information to others. So I stuffed him headfirst into the chimney, leaving his throat swallowing thick smoke and unable to speak. , accomplishing multiple things with one stone, this is the most suitable way to die for such a villain, don’t you think so?”

Akchi sensed that the atmosphere was good, so he said the matter in a brisk tone, as if shaking off a joke.

"You're absolutely right," Clayton replied calmly.

Akzie smiled. He began to feel that he and Clayton Bello had more and more in common, and that maybe they would become friends.

When the stronghold was reached, members of the action team stood at the front steps. Akchi went over and rang the doorbell.

Everyone looked at the door expectantly, waiting for the lights inside to turn on and someone to come out and open the door, so that they knew they could sit down and rest for a while.

After pressing the doorbell, Akzi glanced back subconsciously.

Everyone is there, no casualties, and Clayton Bello, who may be joining.

He saw something and his pupils dilated sharply.

A violent gunshot sounded at the door of the stronghold. The dense shotgun pellets from close range smashed Mr. Owl's face to pieces. His clear eyeballs were shattered like pudding being torn apart by teeth. The pellets still had power after penetrating the skull and smashed into pieces. Blood, water and brains were all scattered on the gate of this stronghold.

Everyone who heard the gunshot suddenly shifted their attention to the location of the sound source. They saw Clayton Bello leaning out half of his body from the stretcher, pointing at Athena Bollugo's body and shouting .

"She's not dead yet! It's witchcraft that controls Blanco's firearms! Fulentin, activate your abilities!"

Because he had several weeks of cooperation experience, Fulentin subconsciously accepted the order after hearing a familiar voice. In the silent field, everyone in the action team had no time to think and could not capture more sound information. They dug out Pistols and sabers, following the last instructions heard, were inflicting further destruction upon the corpse of the fallen priesthood.

In the panic, the stretcher was thrown down and the werewolf rolled down the steps.

The cement edge hurt a lot, but facing the ground also allowed him to hide his expression, which was a sadness that no one knew.

[Sorry, but I also follow the first-come, first-served rule when making friends. ] He said to Akci silently.