Werewolf hunting rules

As soon as he left the hotel, Clayton walked directly to the stables. He wanted to check the condition of the horses. Until they came to the horses, he couldn't help but have random thoughts in his heart.

Julius made up a gangster identity for them, using many metaphors and pronouns, but he believed that Donna would soon realize what it meant - or maybe she already knew it and just didn't want to ask in public. .

This is actually somewhat different from reality, but Clayton still has to find a way to convince Donna that this is just a joke.

Otherwise, if she sends a letter telling Tritis that her uncle has become a gang member in the city, he will not be able to see anyone when he returns to Butnu.

"I really have to praise your girl. Fortunately, she sent a horse here. Our plan to return to the city does not have to depend on the faces of the locals." Julius patted the saddle casually. This chestnut horse The mare trembled uneasily at this.

"One horse can't carry three people," Clayton told him.

"But at least you can go back to the city and borrow another horse. I can still afford to wait for only two days."

Julius watched boredly as the lieutenant picked up a bunch of hay from the side to feed the horse. Donna came too suddenly last night and they had no time to notify the groom. The job of taking care of it could only be done by Perun, but the innkeeper Having a man, Perun had a lot to do, so he couldn't take good care of it, and he didn't even take off the saddle.

After Clayton finished feeding the horse, he held his hand in front of the horse's nose to familiarize it with his scent.

The wizard raised his eyebrows. He had never seen such behavior before: "Is this a werewolf's habit?"

Clayton retracted his hand after smoothing the horse's mane: "This is a habit of a qualified horse breeder."

The lieutenant took off the saddle, placed it and the leather bags and bags hanging on both sides on the ground, and looked through it slowly.

It would be faster to come here on horseback than a carriage, but it would take at least one night for Donna to come here from the city, and he wanted to see what the girl had prepared for the journey.

He dug out broken biscuits, a thin blanket, bandages and a bottle of homemade ointment. The ointment smelled like verbena and seemed to be used to stop bleeding and detoxify.

This is not surprising. In many rural areas that have preserved a long tradition, women also serve as pharmacists in their families. They will learn relevant knowledge before getting married. There is such a custom in the Nambuliga area including Batnu. Clayton thought that Tritis might have made this and given it to Donna. This was the kind of medicine that should be prepared when going out in the wild.

Julius took the other bag, checking it much faster than Clayton.

"Look what I found?" He pulled out a quite complete wolf skin from the bag and showed off, "This looks like the shawl you wore when you went into the sewer last time. It feels really warm to the touch."

Clayton took the wolf skin back, folded it, and put it back into the bag.

"Why are you so nervous?"

The lieutenant said with a straight face: "It's my fault. I forgot to find a place for him to sleep."

Wolfwalker Marshall used his body to help him a lot. Although he failed to block Athena's detection spell, it was his own fault and he touched the spell trap. After that, Marshall's wolf skin still blocked him from the spider's mind-control magic.

According to Butnu's custom, he should buy Marshall a good coffin, and it would be best to invite a sin-eater at the funeral as a reward.

"He's a shapeshifter?!"

Julius noticed the peculiarity of the personal pronouns he used, and shook his hands in horror, as if to shake off some invisible burden.

"It's okay, he's a good man." Clayton tied the bag around his waist.

Donna probably brought it out to keep out the cold, which was nothing to blame, and he thought Marshall probably thought the same.

"That's true."

Julius's mood retreated slightly, but he fell into deep thought again before he finished his comment.

He has been like this since he came to Gevaux, and Clayton is used to it.

"We'll go to the church later and see if Padre Lewis still wants to see anyone."

The flames on the street had been sheltered all night, and people drank wine with salt as instructed by the priest. No trace of the "beast" was found. The priest should have no reason to refuse visits from outsiders.

"Mr. Perun, where has my father been these days?"

Donna still cooperated with Clayton's disguise, but she was not familiar with the word "father", so when she spoke of it, she seemed more unfamiliar than using the title "uncle".

Pei Lun was sitting on a low bench in the back kitchen cleaning an empty wine barrel. He didn't expect that a guest would come here to talk to him.

He raised his head blankly: "Didn't Mr. Bello tell you?"

He thought that father and daughter always understood them better than outsiders.

Donna knelt down directly opposite Pei Lun and looked at him pleadingly: "He doesn't like me asking about work."

Pei Lun sighed. Facing this face, he couldn't say no.

"I remember some of what he said, if that reassures you."

Clayton Bello did indeed talk about a lot of things here, and he remembered them in his heart, because if what the other party said was true, he had a batch of things in his hands that could be sold off.

"He sent me an announcement to recycle at a high price old ornaments and furniture with patina, various decorations with enamel paint and gold paint, engraved belt buckles, waist chains, snuff bottles, and various old-fashioned commemorative medals. "

Perun recalled with his fingers, reporting the projects that Clayton Bello mentioned one by one, but did not notice the subtle disappointment in the girl's eyes.

"He only talked about buying and selling?" Donna asked.

"That's true."

Perun nodded.

Donna thanked her disappointedly.

The innkeeper went into the kitchen to help the cook while Creighton and the Perots were working on their guns, and was therefore unaware of what should have been a suspicious incident.

For the same reason, Donna assumed he knew nothing else.

At the same time, Pei Lun also concluded that the girl knew nothing about the situation in the town.

"You just came last night. I don't know if Mr. Bello told you that there is a werewolf in town. The streets were so bright last night to prevent it, as well as the wine with salt. The priest said that this can make the werewolf When drunk, he transforms into his original form.”

Donna pursed her lips, noncommittal to the idea.

But there is one thing that is indeed suspicious - her uncle has been treating her well so far, why didn't he remind her of this last night?

It was as if he wasn't worried about running into danger, but not out of trust in himself, but out of a sense of self-confidence.

If only I could know what he was thinking.

Donna was lost in thought until Peron's voice woke her up.

"Mr. Bello and Mr. Julius went to the river not long ago for a walk. Well, they went there with an ax and brought back a wild boar. I think they were looking for something. If you If you want to see where they walked, I can find someone to show you the way."

Donna blinked and stood up.

Pei Lun thought she agreed to his suggestion, so he stood up and prepared to find a local girl for help.

The girl stopped him: "No, I want to walk around the town first."

Then there was no need to ask someone to accompany her, the town was very safe - Pei Lun had never experienced the girl's oath and guarantee, so he sat down relaxedly.

"Mr. Perun, if my father comes back, just tell him that I went to church, okay?"

The questioning tone made Pei Lun feel vaguely uncomfortable, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he nodded and agreed.

Although Mr. Clayton Bello is usually kind, he is not so kind when something makes him unhappy. In addition, Perun cannot bear to let such a lovely girl endure it. Ruthless scolding.

It would be great if I could marry her, Pei Lun thought dreamily as he watched her leave.

But he also knew that this was just a fantasy. Girls all liked life in the city, and no one wanted to live in the countryside where life was as inconvenient as Jevo. There was a lovely girl like this in Gevault before, it was Adelaide from the Lacks family, but she also left last month, and it was said that she was taken away by people from the city.

Pei Lun's fantasy time did not last long. Just a short time after the girl left the hotel, another group of outsiders came here.

There were three of them in total. They were dressed like decent city dwellers, but it was clearly a disguise. The calluses on their hands and tight sleeves revealed their identity as manual workers, and they had malicious intentions. Looking around, people can see at a glance that their inner qualities are not consistent with their outer appearance.

These people bore a resemblance to some of the guests Perron had received last month.

But the leader asked Perron to connect him with Clayton Bello.

He also has black semi-curly hair, is tall and has long arms, and is very burly. Not only that, he also has a similar temperament to Clayton Bello. With Donna's experience, Perun naturally regarded him as Clayton's relative. , I’m just wondering that Clayton Bello’s relatives seem to want to come to Gevoux this week, which is too coincidental.

"Are you here to see Mr. Clayton Bello?" he asked politely.

The three people were stunned, and then the leader nodded: "Yes, we are looking for him. Where is he?"

"He went out, but I don't know when he will come back. If you don't want to wait here, you can leave your name and I will tell him when he comes back." Pei Lun took out his account book and pen and waited for them to speak.

"Just do it. You tell him, Winston Jean S."

When the surname was mentioned, the black-haired man frowned anxiously and gave up: "Forget it, just tell him that Winston is looking for him and it was Big Paul who introduced us."

I found that the previous price quoted for the necklace was too outrageous, so I revised the price to four shillings.