Werewolf hunting rules

There was a person hanging behind the carriage, but the coachman was unaware of it. He was wearing an ear hat stuffed with cotton, so he could not distinguish any sounds. When the horses showed signs of slowing down, he grunted a few times and gave them two whips. , with no intention of stopping at all.

In the blink of an eye Clayton was dragged ten yards away.

But the reason why the horses pulling the carts are called horses is because they are not fast enough.

As a retired cavalryman, Clayton had many experiences of being dragged and run by fast horses, so he was quite comfortable in dealing with this situation.

The turning wheel rolled him to the ground, constantly closing the distance between it and Clayton's face.

However, as soon as he lay on the ground, he quickly put his left arm wrapped in a thick woolen sleeve behind his head to prevent the rough stones from being inserted into the back of his head. At the same time, he took the opportunity to take out everything in his pocket with his right hand.

After solving all this, he untied the cuff of his left hand, stepped into the soil with his legs to stabilize his body, replaced his right hand with his left hand and put it under his head, and suddenly took the time to pull his left hand out of the sleeve, separating the whole person from the coat.

The carriage took his clothes away, and Clayton lay on the ground, his white shirt dazzling against the black earth.

People all over the street were watching him, and even the clerks in the store paused their business and put their faces behind the glass to look at him.

What a blue sky.

He looked at the sky and thought.

"Mr. Bello! Are you okay?" Miss Charlotte and Donna came to him again. The female assistant knelt down in panic and said, "Do you need another test?"

Clayton pushed his feet down, bounced off the ground like a shrimp, and stood up straight in front of Charlotte.

"I think there's nothing wrong with it, everything is fine, even my arm."

He uneasily straightened the collar of his shirt and put his hands on his hips. He seems normal now. It's just that few people in the city wear white shirts outside.

Charlotte didn't understand why the other party felt that the injury on his arm needed to be checked just now, but his whole body healed after being dragged away by the carriage.

She frowned: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I've even been shot several times. A flowerpot or a wheel can't kill me. Just go and have fun. Don't let your relaxing time go to waste." Clayton emphasized in a low voice, and pulled He pulled up his sleeves to show her his arms, so that she could believe that he was really unscathed.

From the corner of his eye, he saw in the reflection of the glass cabinet that other people on the street behind him no longer looked at him, and his mood recovered slightly, but he did not dare to completely relax his nerves, and was always vigilant for any unusual movements around him. .

Such unlucky days are rare. Even though it is not even half over yet, it has been unlucky since the morning.

If Athena hadn't been dead for almost a week, he would probably have thought that the other party had imposed another curse on him.

"Okay, but we have to go to the ointment store later and let the doctor diagnose you." Charlotte saw the reluctant expression on the lieutenant's face and her attitude became tough: "This is necessary!"

"Yes, it's necessary," Donna agreed.

"I know I know."

Clayton nodded helplessly and agreed. In fact, even without deformation, his human body could handle such small things. At most, these encounters would only leave one or two bruises on his body.

But at least they have good intentions.

He grabbed the wallet he rescued from his clothes and followed the ladies frequently, always ready to pay the bill and to defend against any accidents that might hit him.

Until he was among the rows of clothes racks, Clayton finally regained some confidence.

In any case, ready-to-wear stores are safe.

Most of the furnishings here have no sharp angles, there are thick carpets on the floor, and all scissors, needlework and thread are only placed in the back room.

He found a chair against the wall and sat down, waiting for Charlotte to pick out clothes for Donna.

The topic of women made it difficult for him to intervene, and the clerk's faint smile also made him keep recalling his previous experience of lying on the street. He simply turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to these people, waiting for everything to end and go home.

While he was sitting there doing nothing, a familiar voice came from the fitting room next door.

"Has the elastic been tightened?"

The clerk gave the man a positive answer.

"But I don't think it's tight enough. After all, you're just a small shop here, that's all."

The owner of the voice sounded as if he was about to come out of the fitting room. Clayton left his seat in horror, preparing to find a place to hide and not let the other party know that he was here. That guy was now a troublesome character.

But he was a step late.

"Mr. Bello, what do you think of Donna wearing this?"

Charlotte pulled Donna over. The latter was wearing a new skirt and was very happy, but they also noticed that the expression on Clayton's face was not pretty.

The female assistant's voice disturbed the person Clayton didn't want to see, and the young man rushed out of the fitting room. He is quite handsome, but his long dark green hair that does not conform to current male aesthetics is very eye-catching, with a feminine aura that is completely different from his father.

"Clayton Bello?!"

He looked left and right, quickly found Clayton's position, and then stopped in front of the lieutenant.

"How long do you plan to take leave?"

Since he could no longer hide, Clayton subconsciously stood up to deal with it, but seeing the other party's shocking and unconventional dress, his worry turned into another emotion.

"Julius, why are you wearing a corset?!" growled the lieutenant.

This is a posture-correcting garment exclusively for women!

Julius glanced down and replied calmly: "Oh, because I want to tighten my waist."

Charlotte held hands with Donna, her eyes moving back and forth between them, but she couldn't guess their relationship at all.

The presence of the corset greatly interfered with her ability to judge.

"Do you know each other?"

Donna and Charlotte behaved in the same way, but their focus was different. Her eyes wandered confusedly over the numerous pockets on Julius's pants, which were not a common decorative style.

"Know a little bit." Clayton turned his eyes to the female assistant with a fierce look in his eyes.

The latter did not realize the hint that the other party asked her to take Donna away at this time. She was still waiting for Julius to introduce himself.

The mage looked at this mortal arrogantly. Not only was she weak, but her waist was not as thin as his.

"He's my employer."

"Why don't I recognize you?" The female assistant looked at Clayton, asking for an explanation.

Clayton held his forehead and sat back again.

He began to miss the carriage that could take him away.

Since the last time Channing brought him Elder Dyce's reward, Clayton has not been to any Presbyterian stronghold.

The restrictions on the darkspawn there were not as effective as he imagined.

Bruno's death made him see something clearly, that is, even if the Presbyterian Church seems to be kind and lenient, it is definitely not a place where people like him can stay for long.

The senior members there are the same as Akzi. They are born darkspawn, so their concepts are very different from those of newborns transformed from humans.

Creighton didn't understand them, and he didn't expect them to understand him.

But he still needs to maintain some contact with a behemoth like the Presbyterian Church in case of emergencies.

In this case, the best way is to stay away from the core affairs of the Presbyterian Church and have no conflicts of interest. This can avoid 90% of their conflicts.

But there are still some connections that cannot be easily discarded.

"Clayton, your niece is such a beauty." Julius finally found out about their relationship. After all, Clayton and Donna had many similarities, but they were just not as cute.

"Don't touch her!" Clayton pointed at the mage and warned: "Also, take off your corset first before talking to me."

Julius was not ashamed, he put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Why? Men also need to tighten their waists. This is the latest trend, the fashion from Wilma. Don't you know? Oh—— It seems that our beloved Captain Clayton also has areas that he knows nothing about."

This spellcaster obviously has an innate talent for negotiation, but he uses it all to try to anger others.

Clayton's forehead was throbbing with veins: "If you want to chat with me, at least it should be when I'm not so busy. 'Don't disturb the family gathering.' Don't you know this truth?"

"But you just need my vision, don't you?"

Julius raised his head and pointed at Donna's outfit with his chin: "Little girl, it's a good thing to have a cute face, but it doesn't mean you can relax. Poor dressing taste can damage your own charm. I My aesthetic level is enough to guide you and the older lady next to you. Brandme, the founder of "Lady's Cabinet", once invited me to have dinner with her. If you ask me, it was really a conversation. Very enjoyable experience”

He began to brag to the ladies about his past, whether true or false, and about his terrible taste.

So far, Julius has shown no hostility toward Creighton's family, but his dress and choice of words have given Creighton the urge to beat him up.

Obviously, there are outdoor ways of being unlucky outdoors, and there are indoor ways of being unlucky indoors. Avoiding can't solve any problem.

Julius was the chief of his troubles today.

"Let's go out and talk."

Clayton finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the mage's shoulders and dragged the thin young man out.

With the cold wind blowing on the street, Julius finally looked calmer. He stood with his arms folded and no longer looked so confident and aggressive.

Clayton pushed his hair back. He actually didn't know what to say yet, but he just dragged him out in order to prevent Julius from instilling all kinds of evil knowledge and evil views into Donna.

Just when he was wondering how to warn Julius to keep this guy away from Donna, Julius spoke.

"Did you kill Akzi?"

He seemed to be asking a question, but his tone was firm.

Clayton's heart sank.

"This is a rumor. It was the Spider Priest who killed him. I was just closer to the firing gun. You don't think I would be stupid enough to commit murder in front of so many of his men, do you?"

Julius repeated as if he hadn't heard clearly: "You killed Akzi."

"I didn't," Clayton said, his fingers clenching into fists.

Julius suddenly raised his upper body slightly backward, and the expression on his face returned to a cynical look.

"Okay, then I'll treat you as if you don't have it. I just recently learned that the disgusting rumors about his race are not groundless. When I think that I respected him before, it feels really wow--"

The lieutenant's hand unclenched.

"What rumors?" he asked.

Julius did not answer his question: "That's not important. Let's talk about work now. When are you going to give me a new job?"