Werewolf hunting rules
Chapter 219 Donna’s Attack
Clayton was not going to investigate any further. If the Leatherworker was transformed with the "help" of others, then the dark wizard may have noticed that his pet is not summoned, and if he continues to test, it will definitely leave traces, which may bring their conflict ahead of time. break out.
It wasn't that he was scared, but there was really no need to fight the enemy hiding in the dark right now.
They killed the leatherworker but concealed the matter. If it really had an owner, they should be wary at this moment and would not make any rash moves until they knew their details.
After that, as long as they returned to the city, a mere wizard could do nothing to them.
In the next free time, he guided Donna to deal with business matters, including the system rules of market prices and human contact,
After the binding ceremony, the werewolf's habits had an even deeper impact on Clayton. It's just that he still lacks understanding of werewolves. He is still accustomed to the human identity, but his identity will be exposed sooner or later. How to maintain his social identity in this situation is also very important for werewolves, so he decided to return to the city. After purchasing a new home, he went to Wei Aodi to contact the Black Claw clan. Those same clansmen who gained power by relying on their werewolf identities might be able to provide him with some experience.
And in December, he must ensure that Donna can understand the ledger while he is away, and at least be able to solve part of the work with the assistance of Miss Charlotte.
This teaching ended at nine o'clock.
It wasn't that Donna had learned everything, or that Clayton was impatient with the teaching itself, but that he suddenly remembered something, something that should have been solved last night.
Ian Lazarus is still out in the wild.
He and his two companions gave a few hurried instructions and then went out again.
As soon as her uncle left, Donna closed the ledger and looked at Julius who was drawing in the ashtray with a cigarette butt with sour eyes.
"What do you think?"
"I listen to whoever pays me and nothing else."
"Who are those people who lived next door to us the day before yesterday?"
Julius finally looked up: "Why do you ask?"
"When they moved in, my uncle told me not to get close to them. Now that they are gone, you still don't say anything. I know that Mr. Schmidt was taken away by them."
Birds in the sky always bring special news, even if they are fragmentary.
"This has nothing to do with us." Julius said: "It's a good thing that Schmidt was taken away. He knows your identity and may use this to threaten us."
"But he hasn't done that yet. Maybe he's really a good guy."
"maybe."
The wizard didn't want to waste any more energy on this matter, but Donna wasn't going to be dismissed that easily.
"Then who were the people who took him away?"
The question she originally wanted to ask came back in a roundabout way.
"They are members of the Salvation Army, a group of religious lunatics and wanted criminals. Now it seems they may be related to the Doomsday Seeker sect." Julius looked at the girl's fearless eyes and curled his lips: "I have to remind you For a moment, even your principal Fateya won’t dare to step on this piece of shit, so don’t even think about going to them.”
"Anyway, the Salvation Army has left now and probably won't come back in the future. Just pretend they don't exist."
"Wanted criminal?" Donna opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and then became even more angry: "You know their identities, so why didn't you remind Mr. Schmidt before? We can easily solve them with the patrol team."
Bracola's support for justice is not just talk, Donna has the consciousness to fight for it.
The wizard nodded: "Yes, but who will believe us? I forgot to tell you just now. The news that they are wanted criminals has not reached here yet. In theory, the wanted order should have been delivered by the postman yesterday. But as you can see, the postman has not come until now. There is no wanted warrant to confirm their identity. It is not appropriate to persuade the locals to take the lead in provoking a fight. They will not be willing to take the risk to attack a team with so many guns. Otherwise, Schmidt would have led the people to do it himself, and he didn’t like them as soon as they met.”
This was indeed a problem. Donna did not consider this. She looked out the window unwillingly. The sun was shining brightly outside. It was a rare sunny day.
"I'm going out to bask in the sun," she said abruptly. "It's around here, be back soon."
Julius said nothing, but covered his face with the scratch paper Clayton had just used for teaching. It's broad daylight now, and no one would be stupid enough to take action directly in the town. It wouldn't hurt to let this girl off occasionally.
The most troublesome Salvation Army and Leatherworkers have disappeared, and there are no special threats to be concerned about in the town for the time being.
Donna understood the hint, and she happily got up and went downstairs, heading towards the sunshine outside the door.
Selani took advantage of the bright sunshine and turned sideways in front of the silver mirror to test the fit and attractiveness of the new clothes. The blue silk threads and silver threads were entangled and sparkling outside her graceful body. This dress is not cheap, but for her work, a certain amount of effort is still necessary.
She was a prostitute, a prostitute who lived in Gévaux.
Although she has lived here for five years, she still can't call herself a Jewo native.
Prostitutes have no homes.
Before coming to Gevo, she only planned to stay here for two years before leaving, but she extended this period after two years.
This town is too small and has a stable customer base, so there is almost no chance of getting sick.
This advantage is enough for Selani, but another prostitute in Gevo is inferior to her in appearance. The levels of customers received by both parties are completely different, and there is basically no competition. Last month, a competitor from the traveling circus came, and now he has also disappeared.
There are almost no external forces that will disturb her work, but even when dealing with the same men, she must come up with something new from time to time.
While Seranie was trying on the outfit, someone suddenly rang the doorbell downstairs.
It's rare for customers to come so early, but it's winter when there is the least work. Selani swayed downstairs and opened the door, wondering which regular customer would come in so early.
The brown door opened, and a pretty girl stood outside.
Her hair is slightly curly and her eyebrows are thick and dark. Although she is still young, she is already more beautiful than Selani. And looking at her slightly furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, Selani knows that she is a stubborn person.
Seranne stood at the door with her arms akimbo, waiting for a storm of condemnation and ridicule.
But the girl didn't. She just bowed slightly and said, "Madam, I have something to ask you."
Yes, Donna didn't give up on the investigation at all.
"Why should I answer your question?" Selani said bitterly subconsciously.
The girl stretched out her hand distressedly, and there was a stack of coins lying on her palm.
"I can pay."
She really couldn't get involved with the Salvation Army, but the clues about the leatherworker were quite complete.
This evil creature was born because of human beings' desire for beauty. In other words, it must have been as lustful as a human being.
Donna knew where to investigate, she knew everything, but Julius couldn't know that she was here to ask for information from a prostitute, otherwise he would definitely look at her and not let her go.
Seranie was stunned for a moment, then she poked her head out and saw that no one on the street was looking at her, so she quickly pulled Donna into the door and quickly closed the door.
When the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you scared?" Donna tilted her head and asked her. Such a reaction seemed unusual.
"I'm afraid? It's you who should be afraid! A little girl dares to talk to a prostitute in the street. Who knows how people who see this scene will spread the word?"
Seranie looked at her angrily, and pulled her further inside to prevent their exchange from being heard by people passing by outside the door: "I don't know what information you want to ask for, but I have agreed in advance that if you If your father or brother comes to my place, it is all of their own free will, and I will not give you a penny back."
In the past, most of the women who came to her place came to catch their husbands, but the girl in front of her was too young to be married.
"I just want to ask for one piece of information, how much do you want?"
Donna was still worried about money because she didn't have much change.
Seranie was not used to her existence. Although she was the one who brought her in, she wanted to drive her out at this moment.
The girl's temperament kept reminding her that they were not the same kind of people, and that natural smugness could not be cultivated by someone without a family like her. No matter what this girl is here for, Selanie just wants her to go home quickly and stop hanging around in front of her.
"It depends on what question you ask. Contraception or techniques to please your lover. Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." She said with waning interest.
The girl's face turned red: "What?"
"It's nothing. I think you don't need these. Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
The more mature woman turned around, sat in front of the dressing table and continued to put on makeup.
"Eamonn Meg, have you heard of that name?"
"I haven't heard of it. I never ask a customer's name, but if he comes to see me, he must be a foreigner."
"Why?" Donna asked puzzled.
Selani tried her best not to draw the lipstick out of line: "Because I already know the name of every local man who comes here. Even if he doesn't tell it himself, his wife and mother will definitely tell me when they come to see him." By the way. Give her a slap.
“So what if it’s someone with that name tattooed on their body?”
"Which part? Some of the people who came to me before had tattoos, but I didn't pay attention to what their tattoos were. If you tell me more specific information, maybe I can recall more."
Donna didn't know which part her uncle had torn off the skin from, but she didn't ask because it was disgusting.
Now it seems that this is actually preventing her from obtaining important information.
"Sorry, I don't know."
"Who is this Eamonn Meg? What are you doing with him?" Selanie carefully curled up her false eyelashes and put them on her eyelids. For some reason, men liked this.
"A man with this name tattooed on his body defrauded my father of his money," Donna said calmly, "but I don't know where exactly he has the tattoo."
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