Werewolf hunting rules

This was Pei Lun's first "travel" today. He had just learned about it, so he acted very surprised.

Creighton did not reveal the identity of the other party immediately. Raven Lyle was obviously a fake name. He knew that the name of the person in front of him was Francis, but he wanted to first test out the reason why this group of Salvation Army dared to do this.

"I've never heard of a way to torture someone without breaking the law."

Clayton stared into Francis's eyes, trying to detect signs of guilt, but the latter seemed to be relying on him and looked back at him fearlessly.

"Unless, in order to protect our country, you have been given special powers by Her Majesty the Queen to harm others, but are you?"

Francis looked at him with a confident look.

"It is not only military status that applies to our actions. In fact, the parts you questioned can be fully answered in the "Private Property Protection Act." Mr. Schmidt is a thief, I did not cut off his Hands can be considered kind.”

"What did he steal from you?" Perun asked.

He leaned his upper body forward and listened with all his strength. It was not very quiet here. Even on the third floor, the noise outside the window could be clearly heard.

Francis looked at him contemptuously: "My treasure."

"I know you're thinking right now, 'What the hell is this guy talking about?' But I'm telling you, it's absolutely true. Mr. Schmidt believes there's something valuable buried on my property." , he made a lot of preparations, and every piece of evidence he found made him more convinced that there must be a treasure here, but he did not think of informing the owner of the land, but decided to hire some people to privately explore my land. , this is obviously an act of theft. And before my men and I took action, we had already obtained conclusive evidence of his theft."

Everyone present had different expressions, but they obviously all agreed with this, but at the same time, no one raised a voice to object.

This set of theories was preached before Clayton and Perun entered.

But this time it's more detailed.

The Salvation Army slapped a piece of paper on the table, then stood up, opened the curtains, pointed in the direction of the river and told them: "Look, over there is my land, my ancestors, the ancestors of this country." "He walked back and took Pei Lun's hand: "Just like we have completed the handover of land property rights now, then according to the laws of our country, this land should now belong to me, and all the items on it also belong to me. , including treasures hidden by the ancients.”

That was indeed what the law said, Clayton was just surprised by their preparation.

This was obviously prepared for the Salvation Army by the yet-to-be-shown coordinator of the Doomsday Seeker sect. The Salvation Army itself could not be so familiar with this land.

Clayton reached out and took the paper into his hand. He recognized the format of the land deed, and the content on it conformed to this format.

But it's still new.

He raised the paper in his hand: "This is a new one."

"That's because it's a replica. Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes valuables with me and runs away?" Francis asked.

"The authentic items are in the bank's senior member's safe, but I don't think many people would deliberately forge these things. After all, before Mr. Schmidt discovered the treasure here, to outsiders, this barren land really had no oil and water. No one in the damn swampy wasteland would forge such a document.”

The mayor motioned to Clayton to give the paper to Peron and let him see if the seal on it belonged to his family.

Perun's noble ancestors almost lost their influence on this land more than a hundred years ago. Except for him and Perot, no one here remembers what their family's seal looks like. This is why the mayor wants to invite him. s reason.

The innkeeper picked up the paper and made a quick decision.

"Yes, this seal pattern is indeed our family's crest."

This is a figure that has been missing for a hundred years and has been erased by the National Heraldry Institute. It is not easy to find it, and it is also difficult for outsiders to investigate the specific fact that his ancestors lost real estate in the casino. More difficult.

The identity of Raven Lyle as the property owner appears to have been confirmed.

"We have lived here for so long, and we didn't know there was a treasure here. Who is Mr. Schmidt's helper?" asked the representative of the patrol team. "You need someone to prove it, and it can't be your person."

"No, no, no, I know from his mouth that your ancestors all chose to stay here in search of that treasure, so stop pretending to be confused. As for Schmidt's helpers, they already know this They have withdrawn from this matter in order to gain our understanding, but they still have a lot of things they haven’t had time to take away.”

Francis named the place where the Easter Island tomb robbers once rented: "There are also many tools and strange-shaped objects left there for digging, and if they want to do this, their daily schedule must be different from ordinary people. , I think the landlord would be willing to testify.”

"I will ask someone to go there to investigate later." The mayor said. He looked a little tired sitting here dealing with such people and trying to reassure the townspeople not to cause riots.

The information provided by Francis was so complete that almost no one could question him.

What's more, with such armed support, even if the legal evidence he possesses is not absolutely true, it is enough to make people believe that he is more than just a liar.

But after all, Gevo is where most of the people here grew up. Even the swamp is very familiar to them. The lord disappeared for a long time, and the real owner of the land rights has never appeared before. They all think that they are the one. The owner of this growing land.

Rather, it is common sense in the eyes of the Jewo people that those who live on the land are the owners of the land.

Even though Mr. "Raven Lyle" had proved himself the owner of the land east of the river, they could not help but feel that they had been violated. Therefore, everyone's expressions were not good-looking. Only Priest Louis remained calm, as if he had not heard of any treasure, and this farce had nothing to do with him.

Clayton observed Francis silently. He had evidence. He saw a lot of information from these Salvation Army soldiers, which they themselves were not aware of.

When they met in the street, he noticed that there was wet mud on the soles of their shoes. It had not snowed in the past few days, and Schmidt showed signs of waterboarding, so they had to go to the river bank. It's the opposite direction from the main road.

But the hunters who were sent out to hunt them have not returned yet. These hunters have tracking skills, so it is impossible to see them wrong.

The Salvation Army used horses to lure them away. These rebels must have separated a small team and took a large number of horses on the road, maybe even all their mounts - trying to leave traces in this way to make the hunters I thought they had all left the main road.

Humans have greater endurance than horses, and horses' physical fitness will further decline in the absence of refined feed.

Even if the hunter's team doesn't have a single horse, they will eventually catch those few people, but that will be several days later. When they return with the captives, they will be told that these people have not committed any crime at all, and they will have to continue. Let them go, this is what Francis has in mind.

Almost half of the patrol team went after the horses, so that Gevo's manpower and weapons could no longer form an overwhelming advantage over the Salvation Army, which gave the Salvation Army a better bargaining chip in negotiations. The postman who was supposed to arrive yesterday did not arrive, and the wanted warrant that could reveal their identities naturally did not arrive either.

At this point, Clayton doesn't believe it was an accident. They were really well prepared, but he still didn't understand what their purpose was.

"Where have your horses gone?" he questioned.

Francis acted like a gentleman: "Oh, they have traveled a long way and worked hard, so I asked my subordinates to take them to the forest to relax. After all, their ancestors also lived in such a forest. It’s been a long ride.”

Clayton said no more.

He still has evidence, but it is not suitable to continue to release it.

It's not time to fall out with these guys with evil intentions. It's daytime and he can't transform. Moreover, the patrol team members in the town were operating at night. They should have been recuperating at home, but they were suddenly summoned to deal with the Salvation Army people. They were at a disadvantage in terms of military literacy and physical strength. Moreover, their equipment was already lagging behind. Now can be said to be the worst time to fight the Salvation Army.

This may be one of the reasons why the Salvation Army chose to return to Gévaux in the morning.

They have both legal and military advantages. If they fight now, many people will die. Tomorrow, Creighton will have a chance to equalize the advantages of the two sides.

"I don't have any more questions," he said.

In order to wipe away the sweat, the mayor moved his hands from his forehead to the back of his head without any obstacles in between.

"Mr. Ravenel, our people will further investigate Mr. Schmidt's behavior, but before that, I hope you will return Mr. Schmidt to us. After all, the so-called treasure is still too bizarre and has not been available for a long time. People have thought about looking for this thing, and I thought maybe there was some misunderstanding."

Francis shook his head: "I'm sorry I can't agree to this. Mr. Schmidt must stay with us during this period, otherwise as soon as we let go, he may disappear into the forest like some animal. As for him There must be evidence of digging for treasure in his home, I can send two people to go check it out with you, and I guarantee that what I said is true."

"Then let's do it this way." The mayor said weakly.

The matter seemed to be resolved like this. Everyone except the mayor left the house.

The mayor's old servant announced the news to the crowd and received a round of boos. People were very dissatisfied with the result, but they also had nothing to do with the Salvation Army people.

Clayton walked out from among them and dusted off the non-existent dust on his coat. A man also wearing a long black coat passed by him.

It was Padre Lewis.

He had said nothing in the conversation before, but now Clayton felt that he had not lost anything.

Perhaps the clergy no longer cares about worldly disputes, or perhaps he already has a plan to fight for the interests of local believers.

Clayton took one look and stopped thinking about it. He said hello to Pei Lun. He would not go back to the hotel with the other party because he had some things to talk to the patrol team.