Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton was dubious about Julius.

The last time they went to No. 15 Xiangyou Street, Julius showed great respect for Akchiko.

But he quickly realized that Akzi might not like this mage, otherwise as long as he had persuaded Julius a little, the elder's son might not be able to help him any more.

In other words, the relationship between Julius and Akzi is indeed not as good as he imagined.

But there's another problem here.

"Why should I give you a job?" he asked Julius, confused.

Julius's eyes widened. He felt that he had been deceived: "Otherwise, do you think my previous services were free?"

He could have cheered up and joined the action team. The elder's son wouldn't even have this authority, but he still chose to help Clayton.

It's a favor, Clayton admits, but

"But I don't need a mage. I am an antique dealer. This is a job that can be completed without a spellcaster."

"It's common sense that every family needs a mage advisor," Julius said. "This will make it easier for you to curse others or defend yourself against other people's curses."

Clayton had never heard of this common sense and had no intention of using unconventional means to deal with his business rivals.

He sighed: "I do have needs here, but I'm afraid it's not what you want. If you can endure the bookkeeping, or can go out to collect antiques for me and maintain the condition of the antiques, then this job is suitable for you. "

"How much can I get?" Julius asked impatiently.

Clayton pointed with his thumb at Charlotte, who was choosing clothes for Donna in the store: "The weekly salary is 2 pounds and 15 shillings, just like the 'older' lady just now, she is also my assistant."

"That's it?!"

"What do you mean just this?!" Charlotte suddenly stopped communicating with Donna and turned to glare at Julius outside the glass window.

This weekly salary is enough to support a small family - just by herself!

Julius looked at her and then looked at Clayton: "If I were you, I wouldn't let a woman like this who has the habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations be responsible for important affairs. She might be better at cleaning. Talent.”

"Ms. Charlotte is an excellent person, and I don't think our current conversation is a secret that needs to be kept secret." Clayton shrugged, and he was more interested in himself than the elder master who he had known for less than two months. old employees.

"If you don't want to do it, just leave. I don't have any other work here."

He expected that Julius would not agree to this, so he had already moved his feet and turned to walk back to the store.

"etc!"

Julius suddenly exclaimed: "I know what I can do."

Clayton stopped and looked at him.

"Appreciate further details."

The mage held his own wrist and said slowly: "After my observation, I noticed that you still lack a personal servant, and I have more experience in dressing up and making travel plans, and I also have a certain sensitivity to numbers. It can also provide you with spell assistance to a certain extent."

"Then live in my house?" Clayton sneered: "Don't even think about it!"

With a young girl at home, he refused to let a young man like Julius, who was usually idle but handsome, be his personal servant.

The harm such people do to young girls is immeasurable.

He had no desire to continue communicating, so he turned around and walked back to the door of the clothing store, reaching out to push the door open.

Click. Click, click, click.

Clayton's already abnormally dilated pupils dilated again. Where his palm came into contact with the door, cracks suddenly appeared on the wooden door, growing rapidly vertically towards the upper and lower ends.

Two seconds later, the door of the store cracked in half, with half falling inward and half outward.

The wooden board was knocked into the dust, and the people in the store stopped moving. They were holding clothes to try the feel, holding a ruler to measure the size, or hugging their female companions and laughing happily. At this moment, they all turned to look at the door and the pedestrians outside. I stopped again to appreciate this not-so-big surprise.

Someone recognized the protagonist of the movement who had previously caused a commotion in the street, and whispers and laughter began to spread.

Clayton opened his mouth under the gaze of the crowd, but nothing came out.

He finally turned around and looked seriously at Julius.

"You're hired."

Of course, this decision was opposed by Charlotte.

But this is after the shopping is over.

The crowd watching the fun dispersed, and when she led Donna out, people on the street no longer paid attention to Clayton, and Julius also disappeared without a trace, so she had no way of knowing about that annoying guy and her What on earth did the boss talk about?

"Mr. Bello, are you sure you want to hire someone like him?"

Clayton was leaning against the wall, swinging his half-empty wallet and tapping the back of his hands regularly, as if this behavior could calm him down.

Today he not only bought several sets of women's clothes, but also a door.

"Don't worry, he has no competitive relationship with you. He is responsible for the identification of some superstition-related materials. Although this guy is not likable, he is quite professional in those magical aspects."

Charlotte sighed slightly and did not continue to question, but brought up another matter.

"We need to go to the ointment store next, let the doctor take a look at your arms and back, and diagnose your eyes. They are more unhealthy than I have seen in the last month. You told me before that this It is the effect of using Dulimar eye wash. However, there are almost no harmful chemicals related to belladonna, and it is easy to damage the human body when used as eye wash. And I also think that you don’t need this in the first place. Potion to improve image”

She muttered a lot, which had quite an educational meaning.

Clayton was unable to explain or refute anything. He didn't even pay attention to what Donna bought. He just pulled his back from the wall and waved weakly.

"Then let's go to the ointment store."

At the entrance of the ointment store, Clayton handed Donna some change and asked Charlotte to accompany her for a short walk nearby and come back in ten minutes.

He was worried that his bad luck would ruin something again and affect them.

Then this time nothing happened.

The doctor in the pharmacy was the kind of crappy pharmacist you could see everywhere in the countryside. He didn't even ask Clayton about the excuse he had prepared for his alienated appearance. He concluded that all the werewolf's problems were related to abstinence, and the treatment plan was He was recommended to find a few lovers to eliminate desire and toxins, and he was also prescribed a prescription containing a large amount of cantharis.

Just imagining it was hard to swallow. Fortunately, Clayton didn't intend to eat it. He just bought it to reassure those around him.

He grabbed the paper bag containing the medicine and went out, then stood there waiting melancholy.

Donna and Charlotte returned as promised.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the medicine package in Clayton's hand.

Donna walked up, took his right hand and stuffed something with a rough touch into it.

Clayton became alert. When the girl's hand left his palm, he saw a yellow-brown straw doll as long as half the middle finger lying there.

"It's a talisman, it brings good luck," said Donna.

Charlotte smiled on the sidelines. She watched the girl buy the doll from a suspicious stall and did not choose to stop it.

Although there were dozens of more ornate and valuable amulets in the shop of rusted silver coins, this one was clearly different from them.

It's not a commodity, it's a gift.

Clayton held the straw doll tightly, his eyebrows spread, and he rarely said anything to offend the scenery.

"Come on, let's go home after dinner today."

I originally wanted to write more, but it seems that after drinking too much coffee, the heart rate is a bit scary, so the author chose to do what he can.