Werewolf hunting rules

The only thing worse than committing a crime is bumping into someone after committing the crime, especially in the silence and shadows where you think you are safe.

The person turned around suddenly and whipped his right hand back like a whip. Clayton saw that hand was holding a flintlock pistol, but when the muzzle was about to point at him, it dropped rapidly. It seemed that the person who came did not want to do anything to the others, and his actions just now were just instinctive reactions.

"Feel sorry."

He even apologized: "I hope you weren't scared by me."

Padre Louis turned around calmly.

But when he saw the werewolf with three times the results of his own in the moonlight, his expression suddenly became dull. It wasn't until the unconscious thugs groaned unconsciously due to the collision that he regained some of his composure.

Although carrying three unconscious living people around is only slightly better than carrying three dead people, it is still better to carry around.

Seeing that he did not continue to make drastic actions, Clayton couldn't help but pull back the corners of his mouth. After seeing this priest, his mind almost instantly weaved a new plan, a better plan than before. : "Priest Louis, you can rest assured that I have absolutely no problem with a father's revenge. In fact, you and I are doing the same thing."

He looked down at Lawrence, who had a calm face and did not complain about the situation he was lying on the ground. This generosity may have something to do with the clean and excessive cut on his neck.

Padre Louis killed the jeweler.

This was a complete surprise for Clayton.

Admittedly, he had no direct grudge against the old jeweler, but the other man's son Danny indirectly caused him a lot of trouble.

Seventy percent of the reason why he got into the trouble in Gevo was caused by Danny's stupidity, and for raising his son like this, Clayton believed that Lawrence, as a father, had the direct responsibility.

Clayton would not take the initiative to kill Lawrence, but if someone killed the old guy, he would not say anything.

However, Priest Lewis was indifferent to the sympathy he expressed, and his eyes became even more dangerous, but for some reason he did not raise the gun again.

"Mr. Bello, how do you know about me?" He did not ask who the other three people were.

"The girl in the river told me. I had to deal with her because of some personal matters." Clayton smiled kindly in the night, then bent down and picked up the three bodies again: "Danny is the one I gave to Hers, you don’t have to look for him anymore. Compared to his choices, what we did is not evil.”

He said it well, but Louis’ eyes did not soften because of his words.

"But Lawrence actually didn't make a mistake. I know that."

"Then why did you kill him?"

The priest shook his head and did not answer Clayton.

After the murder, neither regret nor satisfaction appeared in him, and he was not sure what he was doing.

The priest didn't seem to think he was doing the right thing, so the lieutenant had to change his tone: "I believe you must have a deeper reason, but since you don't want to say it, forget it, now what are you going to do with Lawrence's body?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lewis said lightly. "And you?"

He is getting calmer now.

Clayton sighed, walked a few steps into the alley, and sighed: "I originally wanted to send them to the forest, but there are still a lot of things to do. Being a parent is so hard. It depends on them when the children are safe. For the sake of our future careers, if they are unfortunately harmed, we have to shoulder the responsibility of revenge."

The priest's expression finally changed.

"Your daughter is dead too?"

Clayton coughed, his mournful voice temporarily interrupted.

"No, she is still alive. It's just that some things cannot be done by a child. She is still too young. Even if she is offended, she will be so soft-hearted that nothing happened. This is something that needs an elder to complete for her. .”

"So that's why they're here."

The priest looked at the werewolf captives. Although the sky was dark, he could recognize these people by their familiar outlines. "Hmph, the three brothers of the Weir family can't calm down even when their mother is here."

"Now we all have each other's secrets."

Clayton's yellow eyes were shining: "What are you going to do next? Hide the body, pretend nothing happened, and continue to serve in the church?"

Louis stared into his eyes and shook his head.

"Stranger, your eyes tell me who you are. We just need to be well, just like before, no one disturbs anyone. I won't tell anyone about this matter. But please don't do anything unnecessary." Everything has happened, including killing people."

He had already done a similar act of concealment once for Adelaide, and it was no longer taboo.

The priesthood gave in, but Clayton's purpose was more than that. He had to get straight to the point and stop the priesthood that was about to leave.

"Priest, what do you think of Mr. Ravenel?"

"I just met him for the first time today."

"He is a member of the Doom Seeker sect."

Clayton had never heard of this organization when he was an ordinary person, but Julius believed that it was a problem that everyone needed to worry about, and judging from the expression of the priesthood, it did have such a prestigious reputation.

Even after all hope has been given up, Louis still has a responsibility that he must persevere.

He stared at Clayton and asked again: "Are you sure he is?"

Clayton squinted his eyes and looked around the priesthood to look at the other end of the alley. No one was coming there, so the dark wind blew continuously in the alley.

"If you want to talk to me about this, maybe we should go somewhere relatively safe to talk."

The safest place in town is the church. The next safest places are the cemetery behind the church and the medicine garden on the side.

They threw the unconscious people and corpses into a newly opened tomb. There was a hall-shaped structure made of marble. Opening the door led to a staircase leading to the lower tomb. There were also holes for torches on the walls inside. hoop.

This is a luxurious tomb prepared for some well-known local families.

As long as the door is closed, it's absolutely safe here even during the day.

"Bring out your evidence." After moving the body all the way here, the two of them could finally stop. Louis used a match to light the torch that was already hanging on the wall. His voice was slightly tired. Even though he had awakened the ability to use miracles, his physical condition had not improved much.

Under the firelight, their shadows were cast into the two empty sarcophagi, which seemed to be an unlucky omen.

They all noticed this but didn't think much of it.

Creighton turned his head back and said bluntly: "The reason is simple - I have met him. His real name is Francis. He used to be a soldier in Sasha City, but he defected for some reasons. He and everyone under him fell in love with him. Wanted order. Recently found by doomsday seekers, working for them. They also have a local contact, but I found no trace of their contact. The leatherworker is most likely controlled by him. "

"I overheard the second half of the information from them." He added, pointing to his ear. "I believe there is nothing wrong with that."

This is actually what Julius heard, but it's not bad for the priest.

Lewis leaned against the wall in silence for a long time before speaking again: "Manipulating leatherworkers, members of the Doomsday Seeker sect do have this ability, but have you really met Raven Lyle? Why didn't he during the day? Recognize you?"

"That's because my beard disappeared."

Clayton said calmly. "Tall men with black hair are not particularly rare in themselves." If you don't look at the face shape, the Fomors and Mansians do have many similarities.

The priest looked at the werewolf's face, recalling the king's beard that took up almost half of the other person's face, and nodded silently.

This is a good reason.

Creighton continued: "I didn't mention this during the day because I had no actual evidence at the time, but he had a deed certificate that could prove his identity. Rushing to identify him would not bring him down, but would only make these gunmen more vigilant. They must have made sufficient preparations to conceal their identities. I know that every mid-month, a postman will come here to deliver letters and newspapers, including newly issued arrest warrants. But there is a problem this month. I don’t think you will think that this is the case. It was just an accident.”

"So what do you want me to do?" Priest Lewis asked, but he didn't actually give Clayton time to explain and continued to speak.

"To be honest, the mayor and we all think they are a threat, but our force is not enough to expel or eliminate them head-on, and there are still some people who are unwilling to do illegal things, even if they see old Schmidt suffer. Torture was the same, and they refused to engage the gunmen. There were so few people who dared to engage the gunmen and who were also trained to shoot, that any plan for a frontal attack that would result in heavy casualties was rejected."

It was a bad situation, but Clayton had thought of this before.

The senior hunters who were determined and willing to fight for Schmidt no matter what, had been lured away by the Salvation Army's horses, and the remaining patrols had almost no reason to take the initiative to fight.

"You can use tactics," he said. "Like poisoning."

Priest Louis shook his head and said: "It is impossible to poison food and water. Some people have tried it, but they asked the servants sent by the mayor to guard them to eat it first, otherwise they will use it as an excuse to start a war. And now , they also assigned manpower to stand guard near the barn, and our actions could not be hidden from them. They started executing this pattern at seven o'clock."

"You've all tried it."

Clayton couldn't help but feel happy. It seemed that even if he didn't incite the locals, they were planning to do it.

"So all you need now is a reason and an extra boost."

The priest continued in a low voice: "There is still another chance and a little luck - we need to not be disturbed by the leatherworkers during the battle."

"You don't have to worry about the leatherworker, he's dead." The antique dealer's tone became increasingly excited. "I killed it myself. If you need a reason to unite everyone, I can help you create one. I also have the other conditions you need."

He kicked the people on the ground, and they were as motionless as dead.

"Now is when they come in handy."

"What are you going to do?"

"You may have also noticed that there are fewer gunmen. They are going to perform their tasks - such as luring away Schmidt's apprentices and intercepting the postman. Maybe no one noticed this before. , but with your credibility, I think no one will doubt it if I tell you."

Clayton coughed lightly: "I have a gun of the same model as theirs, but it is hidden outside the town. I will go get it in a moment, and I will come back to you with it in a few hours, and then we will pick a place to put these Kill the person, then leave the gun on the spot and disperse. When many people are alerted by the gunfire and come here to check, you can pretend to have arrived and question whether it was the dispersed gunmen who did it. Call the patrol to go and fight with them. During the confrontation, they have no way to prove their innocence, nor can they get the news earlier than you, so their condition will definitely not be as good as usual. And when you fight, I will help you in a special way."

In this way, no one will doubt the cause of death of the three brothers Lawrence and Weir, and those who were originally hesitant in the patrol will make up their minds to go to war with those outsiders.

Everything that was missing had been made up, but Louis’ brows tightened instead.

"Then what's your purpose? No one does anything without a reason."

The wolf's eyes were different from those of humans, but Padre Lewis was convinced that he saw a very burning emotion in them, specifically anger.

"Priest, do I need to remind you? That leatherworker tried to attack my daughter, and it was controlled by people from the Doom Seeker sect. It is only natural to find trouble for them!"