Werewolf hunting rules

No one can predict what an angry werewolf will do.

Even Clayton himself couldn't figure out what he was thinking. After being humiliated at the last courtesy, he was too lazy to think about anything and had nothing to say.

That "Daddy" from Donna made him delirious.

When the door panel was broken open, everyone saw this tall figure walking in. The bloody thug was still caught in his hand, as helpless as a mop.

There were two other thugs' companions, but they had already started to consider retreating when they saw Clayton's figure that had to lower his head to enter the door.

Creighton didn't give them a chance.

He threw the prisoner off his hands and strode towards them.

One of the thugs swung the stick in his hand at him when he had no choice but to avoid it, but the tall man easily caught the iron-clad stick at the front with his bare hands, absorbing the impact entirely with his palms, without shaking his body. , as if they were just practicing a duel in a drama without exerting their full strength.

But the actual power gap is already known to both parties.

The thug opposite Clayton dropped the stick without hesitation and turned around to run away. However, before his companion could react, he was about to push over with his stick.

One ran away and the other stepped forward.

Creighton decided what to do after just one glance. He took a step forward and punched the runaway in the back. The two thugs who disagreed collided with each other, and their overturned bodies even knocked the coat rack apart. Knocked down, broke the pole. The cabinet at the back was even more pitiful. It was directly smashed by their heads and stained with red dirt.

When they got up again, they already had a unified consensus in their hearts and struggled to run away from the back door without looking back.

Clayton didn't chase after him because daytime was not a good time to do something. He just walked slowly to the broken cabinet, reached out and dipped their blood on his fingers, sniffed under his nose, and pulled out a piece of blood from the corner of his mouth. An unknown cruel smile.

This scene was not seen by his niece or the strange lady.

It wasn't until the sound of fighting ended that Selanie upstairs remembered to take a breath. She watched in fear as the strange figure walked up the stairs and stopped a few steps away from her. She could already see It was as if he could smell the blood stained on the opponent's fists.

"Donna." Clayton waved to his niece, "What are you doing walking so far away? Not everywhere is safe even in a town. If you feel bored, there will be many after we return to the city. To relieve your boredom, you just have to endure it for a few more days."

Such coaxing words did not make Donna happy. The girl calmed down. She walked down the two steps holding on to the wall and looked at her uncle.

"I'm not out for fun. I want to investigate something. Thanks to this lady, I already have some clues about the things we wanted to know before."

After hearing what she said, Clayton focused on Selanie.

"Who is this lady?"

"Selanie." Selani smiled reluctantly.

Donna said that her father was a businessman, but she only knew some businessmen who made a living by renting out coins with such rapid mobility.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Selani, thank you for taking care of my daughter during this time." Clayton reached out and shook her hand, but there was an unpleasant feeling in his heart. "I just heard her say, do you know Eamonn Meg?"

"No"

Selani shook her head in denial, but was interrupted before she could finish her words.

Donna moved. She grabbed Clayton's arm and tightened the strength on her fingers: "You can just ask me about this. There is no need to disturb Ms. Seranie anymore."

Clayton glanced at her in surprise, only to realize that his distrust seemed to be noticed by her.

He avoided the subject for now. Then he looked at Selanie.

She is a standard blonde beauty, but her makeup looks too rich, her clothes are not very regular, and she has a haggard temperament, and the smell of cigarettes is lingering around her.

This familiar feeling reminded him more than just of a profession he had come into contact with frequently during his short leave from the war.

Often facing the terror of death will drive soldiers gradually towards madness, and being far away from home and inhumane training will always make them feel trapped. In order to relieve the pressure, they have to find women who are willing to open their arms for money to release themselves.

Clayton was once one of these ordinary people, so he was quite familiar with such women.

Faced with Selanie's own situation, he did not inquire into the details. When he entered the door, he saw that she was protecting Donna behind her. Therefore, even though her social status is low, he cannot disrespect her.

After hearing Donna explain the ins and outs of the attack just now, he nodded slightly to Selanie.

"You took care of my daughter, and I owe you a favor. Is there anything you want?"

Selani said without hesitation: "I want to leave here." She looked back at the bedroom, suddenly feeling a little reluctant to leave. She was not ready for a new life.

But it will soon become unsafe here. Donna's father cannot stay forever, and those thugs will come again. Because of this conflict, their revenge will definitely be more violent, which she cannot afford. s consequence.

Of course Clayton could understand this: "No problem, I will book a room for you in the hotel. You can come over after packing your luggage."

Selani was not polite and went straight into the bedroom to sort out her belongings.

"Let me help you." Donna rolled up her sleeves and walked in. Now Clayton had to join in, even though he actually didn't think it was so urgent.

Before that, a little bird had flown to the hotel with their instructions, and Julius would prepare the new room in advance.

Through the concerted efforts of the three of them, Selanie's most important things were finally sorted out. They dragged four boxes across the street back to the hotel, and Selanie quickly adapted to the room here.

Julius looked at his uncle and nephew strangely in the corridor on the second floor. He didn't speak until Selanne closed the door.

"What did you just do? Why did you find a woman? What does she do?" His eyes were always looking at Clayton.

Donna coughed a few times and said, "I found this lady."

Julius turned his head immediately.

"Why are you looking for her? It must be your first time coming to Revo, right? Does anyone else know her?"

"Humph, thanks to this lady, I have investigated important information about the person behind the leatherworker."

The wizard looked at Clayton and put his hand on the railing, tapping: "Is what she said true?"

"I haven't learned that yet, more on that in a moment. Now I owe this woman a favor," Creighton said. "You don't have to worry about her at ordinary times. Just say hello to her when we set off back to the city."

He finished speaking hastily and walked quickly downstairs.

Seeing the presence of those thugs in the slums made his appetite surge, and Perun's sheepfold soon lost another sheep.

Pei Lun took the "lucky guy" he named to the small open space outside the back kitchen. He turned around and took a look at the sheep in the backyard. They were much sparser than before Clayton came. At least eight sheep were slaughtered in the past two weeks.

“Isn’t it a bit fast to have fewer sheep?”

“There’s a lot of us,” Creighton said. "The money will not be given less."

Pei Lun shook his head: "I'm just worried that there are not enough spices used to marinate the meat."

"The one you gave me can be cooked without any spices."

"You really like meat."

Pei Lun sighed and skillfully slaughtered the lamb in his hands in the open space. The other sheep looked at it coldly, and some even lowered their heads to lick the pool of blood spreading on the ground.

Clayton has seen this scene many times, but every time he gets emotional.

But no amount of emotion can alleviate the appetite.

"Leave the offal for me this time. I'll take it out for fishing in a few days. Well, rotten meat is very popular with fish."

Perun nodded and took the intestines and liver out of the opened sheep cavity with his bare hands and put them aside.

Suddenly a voice sounded from behind the outer wall of the backyard.

"Mr. Bello? Peron?"

The voice seemed to come from a very high place. Both of them looked over. A man was standing on the roof of the stable outside the courtyard wall and shouted to them: "Thank God, you are all here. The mayor and Padre Louis ask you to come over."

"Am I going too?" Pei Lun pointed at himself in surprise.

Clayton Bello was the Sheriff in the city, but he was just the owner of this old hotel, who else would be looking for him?

Clayton glanced at him and suddenly remembered that the Salvation Army had returned to the town. There might be some connection between the two things.

"Yes, you want to go too. It seems that there is something that needs you to prove. I don't know more about it." After saying that, the man climbed down the ladder from the stable roof. It seemed that there were other things to do. Do.

"I'll go and notify my family first, and I'll go with you right away."

Clayton waited for Peren's response, then returned indoors and went upstairs to give Julius and Donna instructions again.

When he came down, Perun had already taken off his apron and was leaning on the counter, looking restless. He didn't wake up until Clayton reminded him and took the guest to the mayor's office.

The political center of Ghevo is not very eye-catching. It is just a three-story building with no decoration. It looks like it was converted from a building materials warehouse. Next to it is a huge public barn, which is as high as eighteen feet and can almost be as tall as a railway. The company's carriage parking lot rivals the white walls that have turned yellow.

When Clayton and Perun arrived, the small building was already crowded with people.

Many local residents were surrounding, arguing dissatisfiedly with the Salvation Army gate. The patrols also gathered here, glaring at the Salvation Army. Schmidt was still in the hands of these defeated soldiers from the city, and was captured by them. He was used as a hostage to intimidate the locals not to come near.

There was some distance between the two parties, and some of the people had to go into the common barn because they had no place to stand.

Clayton and Perun passed by the two opposing parties and walked straight into the small building. There was a very old servant inside. When he saw him, he started running very slowly, barely able to walk in front of them.

"Sir, M. Bello and M. Peron are here," he shouted hoarsely.

The conference room was on the third floor. Clayton had already smelled the scent of the participants. At Perun's reminder, he quickened his pace and passed the old servant and went straight upstairs. The most important people in the town were already waiting there.

A mahogany round table was placed in the conference room, with a total of four people sitting around it, most of whom Clayton already knew.

Padre Louis, Francis, is a member of the patrol - but he cannot be named. The remaining person should be the mayor. His hair is old white, slightly bald, and he has an impatient look on his face.

Everyone was smoking except Padre Louis, who put out his cigarettes on the table until they came in.

"This must be Mr. Bello."

The mayor looked at Clayton, but quickly changed his gaze. Instead of continuing to talk to him, he looked at Francis: "Very good, the legal experts and the former owner of the property have arrived. We will figure it out soon." all of these."

"What happened?" Pei Lun asked in confusion. And that's what Clayton wanted to know.

The mayor reached out to Francis: "To put it simply, this Mr. Lavinle had his men capture Mr. Schmidt and torture him, and he claimed that this was completely legal and that he had evidence to prove it. Everything, now this town needs your help.”