Werewolf hunting rules

Charlotte has already written a recommendation letter to Sinjani College for Donna and is just waiting for the college's reply. The letter may take a week to be processed.

Before that, Clayton said a temporary farewell to Donna.

He called the girl into the hall and told her solemnly.

"Girl, I leave this to you. I'm going to Gévaux to do some errands and I'll be back in a week at most. But don't be afraid. I stuffed a few pounds of change in the drawer of the studio. If you want anything, just ask. If Mrs. Ross asks, they will prepare three meals a day for you. If you want to go out, ask her maid to accompany you. Only walk on the main road during the day and don't go near the house without a fence in front of the door. Don't go out at night. If you hear knocking, Don’t let the door knock, but you can make some noise to let the outside know that there is someone in the house.”

He babbled and repeated the rules he mentioned before, wishing that the girl would immediately become a local, and it was not until the end that he handed the key to the house into Donna's hands.

During the process, my niece pursed her lips slightly and nodded in commitment again and again.

Until Clayton stopped talking, she placed her left hand on her heart, leaned forward slightly, and adopted an extremely solemn and ladylike attitude.

"Uncle Clayton, I swear I will do whatever you tell me."

This attitude made Clayton stunned: "Well, as long as you remember it."

He grabbed the hat and put it on his head, gave Donna a hug, turned and walked out the door, pausing again to look at Donna's face before closing the door.

"Old rule, it's best not to go into the study or basement."

"I promise I won't go in." Donna solemnly promised, looking into his eyes, her eyes full of sincerity.

"very good."

Clayton looked at her with a straight face, nodded, and closed the door completely this time.

After hearing the sound of the lock bolt popping out, Donna quietly walked over and put her ear against the door to listen. She waited for a while until the heavy footsteps disappeared, and was finally sure that her uncle would not come back again.

Once she confirmed this fact, she turned her ears away from the door, pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth, and then jumped towards the study with the bunch of keys.

She walked lightly, her skirt swayed back and forth in the wind like spring flowers, and the sound of the keys in her hand was as sweet as bells.

"My dear uncle, let me see what secrets you are hiding."

Humming a country tune, she jumped to the door of the study, picked up the large bunch of keys and looked at them carefully, looking for the key whose shape seemed to match the door lock.

But there seemed to be something wrong here. As one key after another was inserted into the keyhole, her voice became lower and lower. Until the last key was tried, the door to the study could not be opened. Open.

Donna's face froze.

She finally confirmed that her dear uncle never left the key to the study at all!

Clayton walked expressionlessly on the street, turning and playing with two heavy copper keys in his hands.

For safety reasons, he took away the key to the study directly, and the basement was also cleaned so that Donna would not find any traces. He even greeted the landlady, so he even had the spare key in his hand, cutting off the possibility of the study door locks being opened normally.

Donna's curiosity about the study had long been noticed by him, but as for her promise - he didn't believe it could be true.

Although she had always behaved well, he knew how restless a fifteen-year-old child was. He and his brother had experienced it and knew how to please their elders.

If only boys and girls of this age knew how solemn a promise was, there would be no way Tritis would have dropped out of the missionary school and then immediately become engaged to Ulen.

Donna inherited the bloodline from one of the most deviant families in the entire Butnu, and she dared to take the train to Sasha City alone. Clayton didn't believe it at all that she would obey her elders.

The shift schedule at the Sheriff's Department was also adjusted. After he arranged everything properly, he returned to the rusty silver coin and informed Julius that they would set off to Gévaux together.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Charlotte arguing with the young master of the Gaminion family. When she saw Clayton, she immediately came up to him, but her aggressive look did not look like she was here to say hello.

"Mr. Bello, are you sure you want him to be your assistant?" she asked, pointing at Julius. "He knows nothing about our work. We just talked about the order from Oren's family in St. Alvin Parish. We have to deliver a whole set of old furniture. It's such a short distance and it's a job that can be solved only by manpower. He actually said he would deliver it in a carriage! Can you imagine?!"

The female assistant looked sad and angry. Julius, who was pointed at by her, supported himself with his hands and sat on the table of the counter, with an innocent expression.

"I thought the only mode of transportation in the city was horse-drawn carriages."

Even though Groene Gaminion didn't have much affection for his youngest son, the treatment Julius received was far better than ordinary people. He neither paid attention to nor imagined more backward things.

Clayton had no choice but to comfort Charlotte a little, and then asked Julius to go upstairs with him, finally separating the enemies.

"I'm fully prepared and can leave for Gevo this afternoon."

"Your movements are a little faster than I thought." Julius paused. He suddenly remembered that this sentence also applies to the first meeting between the two. The awkward emotions surged up again, so he mentioned another Change of subject: "If you're going to Gévaux, I suggest you take that ax with you, the one we found at the transit center."

Clayton remembered the curious axe.

After he recovered from his injury, he had the special ability to try this strange object, but due to the unexpected arrival of Donna, this exploration had to be interrupted.

He was puzzled by Julius' suggestion.

"What do you know? If you want to defend yourself, I have already brought a gun. Opponents like Athena are not common."

Julius laughed strangely: "It's nothing. You will know after you take it over. You will thank me."

Clayton cast a suspicious look. He didn't think he would encounter a very difficult guy this time.

"You better make sure it's worth it, it's six feet long and very impressive. I'm going to have to hire another car to fit it in."

"Trust me, you'll come in handy."

Julius reiterated.

"This ax was indeed used, but you should have explained it to me earlier."

Clayton had already taken off his coat. His muscles were bulging under his white shirt, and his hair and face were smoking white in the cold wind. He leaned forward, but his feet were firmly planted on the ground. The strong arms were full of strength and swung the giant ax again, slashing hard on the thick tree trunk.

The ax blade containing scarlet aura is also excellent at cutting down trees. The quaint appearance and practicality of the ceremonial ax are a perfect match.

The previously accumulated gaps were connected in a line, and the huge cedar tree, which was thirty feet high, rumbled down.

This is already the sixth tree he has chopped down.

"How many more do you want?" He put the ax on the ground, panted and turned to ask the mage.

Julius was sitting lazily on a sturdy tree stump, drawing circles on the ground with his wand. When he heard Clayton's question, he narrowed his eyes and looked over.

"I want to use an open space that will not be disturbed and away from people for the ceremony. This area is theoretically enough, but to prevent accidents, you can chop down six more trees."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was taking revenge on Clayton for making him draw dozens more magic leaflets.

Clayton said with a cold face, leaning on his axe: "Julius, I have to remind you one thing, our time is limited. This limit does not depend on you and me, but on our coachman. And his horse.”

The carriage they hired could not stay outside the city for too long. This was the rule of the car rental company.

In order to find an open space in the woods far away from human habitation, they had to get off the car to look for a location a few kilometers before arriving in the town of Jevo, while asking the coachman to wait for them.

The next part of the road can only be walked.

"I hope we can eat at the right time, so you know that werewolves can get out of control if they don't fill their stomachs." He said almost threateningly.

Julius immediately made a huge compromise.

"Actually, I'm as hungry as you. Then chop down another one."

This is a number that Clayton can accept.

He worked up his courage and once again felled a tree that was old enough to be his great-grandfather.

As a conclusion, he thrust the ax into the ground hard, and then he went to another tree stump to pick up his coat and put it on.

He was actually not afraid of the cold, but a crisp, neat coat was part of the etiquette and a necessity of being gregarious.

Julius stood up on his knees, rubbed his hands, and breathed into them. Clayton searched around the ground but couldn't find what he needed, so he turned to look at him.

"Where's the bag?"

"Probably blown away by the wind." The mage said nonchalantly.

"Great, it looks like I have to carry this extremely conspicuous ax into the town of Gevo."

Julius slightly appeased the werewolf's dissatisfaction.

"You can tell them it's a fashion thing in town, and these unsophisticated locals will believe it."

Clayton was unconvinced about the mage's statement, but there was really no other solution.

But there was one more thing he could decide.

After removing the bad luck, he would fire Julius immediately.

The werewolf's resentment and dissatisfaction are turned into hunger, which is the core of the curse. If this person stays with him for a long time, he will definitely suffer from hunger and poverty (known as "malnutrition").

"Okay, let's go quickly." Julius forgot their unhappiness for a moment and urged excitedly: "I'm a little hungry too. I can't wait to eat some hot meals. There must be no foie gras or fish here. There are delicacies like seeds, but maybe farm dishes also have merit.”

This is a heartless guy. Creighton commented on him.

Unfortunately, if he wanted to get in touch with the curse, Julius was his best choice.

There must be such people in the Presbyterian Church, but he no longer wants to have too much contact with them. There may be other people in Sasha City who can do this, but dealing with them will only get him into more trouble and let more people know about his - or even better - werewolf identity. There might be people among them who are hostile to dark descendants.

You have to be careful when living with Donna.

At least Julius is a guy he already knows, he won't create complications, and he's easier to deal with.

With this in mind, Clayton buttoned his coat, carried the six-foot-long double-edged ax on his shoulder with one hand, and walked on the road to Gevo.