Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton actually had already judged Donna's character, and he foresaw that he would eventually lead her into this more real and cruel world. But when he did decide to do it, he was still surprised at how quickly it happened.

He originally wanted to make education in this area gradual, but now it must be brought forward.

Because he had to use an absolute attitude to make Donna understand all this.

The place they were in was actually not safe, and a transcendent who was unwilling to obey orders and might interfere with other people's actions was no different from an enemy. Her arrogance and free will can put others into danger at any time.

However, this troublesome situation is not the most troublesome thing for Clayton. What really troubles him is Donna's attitude towards Ulen.

When he mentioned what he owed Uren, she acted as if she hadn't heard anything.

She inherited the appearance of Urun and Cuitisi, and also inherited their stubbornness twice as much, but she was indifferent to her biological father who gave her these gifts.

When they were in Sasha City, they rarely talked about her father. Clayton had been waiting for her to bring it up.

Donna mentioned it once, but she wasn't keen on the topic.

Clayton could understand her. To her, Ulen was someone who had never cared about her, but that didn't mean that Ulen didn't love her. When Uren died on the battlefield, Donna was still very young, and Uren himself was only twenty years old. His dreams, ambitions, and love for his relatives disappeared.

Donna should love her father, but she has every reason not to take him seriously. This phenomenon is absolutely deviant for the Bello family.

When he thought of this, Clayton felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

He waved his hand in vain, and the girl behind him subconsciously jumped back.

"You said before that you could climb trees. I thought you would be more alert when you were near a tree."

Donna followed cautiously: "But no one has ever jumped out of a tree and attacked me before."

"Then you have to be careful in the future."

After less than three minutes of walking, they stopped and Clayton asked Donna, pointing to a piece of rancid soil that looked like it had been turned over repeatedly.

"Did you see that blood stain?"

Donna nodded. She didn't need to rely on transfiguration to smell the pungent smell of blood, it was too strong.

Some white fragments popped up between the piece of soil that Clayton pointed at. She could see some spots shaking on it. Looking carefully, she saw that there were many ants crawling.

The werewolf continued: "I lost control when I was performing a curse ritual, and killed a person and a horse there. They were members of the Salvation Army. The Salvation Army was the group that kidnapped Mr. Schmidt. "

"Julius told me," Donna said honestly.

"Does he answer everything you ask him?"

"That's mostly the case."

Clayton was surprised. He thought they had a bad relationship. Of course, there is another possibility - Julius is more sensible and tolerant, so he is willing to let the little girl go. However, in this case, Donna's behavior of drugging Julius would be even more excessive.

"Remember to apologize to him when you go back. I will go with you."

The girl lowered her head, obviously still unconvinced.

She still thinks that Julius is her competitor. Even if she knows that she has done something wrong, she does not want to admit it in front of him, which will make her feel that she is inferior to him.

But Clayton's new action suddenly made her throw away this trivial worry.

The werewolf counted his steps and stopped in front of a big stone. He bent down and stretched out his hand to draw a ditch under the stone. Then he rolled the stone away easily, revealing a dark hole underneath.

"A little tip, wild animals are our good friends. They will help us deal with the people we kill and the food we can't finish. But after all, they are not very smart, and they like to touch any strange things they see. , so if you have something that needs to be stored in the wild, even if it is not food, it is best to find a special place to store it, otherwise it may be carried far away by wild animals."

Clayton ducked into the hole, and a few seconds later, Donna tried to follow, but Clayton came out quickly and nearly knocked her down.

The werewolf was slightly surprised: "You don't have night vision, what are you doing in here?"

"I just want to follow you." Donna muttered and took a few steps back to make way for him.

Clayton came out of the hole carrying a long Vanney rifle: "We don't need to be so close, otherwise our abilities may affect each other and hurt each other. If we really want to fight the enemy together, we still need a lot of Improving tacit understanding through running-in training is something that cannot be done in the short term.”

Knowing that her uncle still cared about her, the girl became bolder again and her throat seemed to no longer hurt.

She asked expectantly: "Can we start combat training when we go back?"

"There is only one person training, and we have to go back to the city."

Donna looked disappointed.

Although she doesn't know who she will fight against in the future, she believes that fighting with her uncle will be a very satisfying experience.

She had never fought alongside Clayton, but for some reason, that was how she felt.

Clayton carried the long rifle behind his back and gave Donna an unquestionable reason: "Xinjiani Women's College will start school next March, and you are an incoming class. There are many things that require temporary tutoring, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with the teaching progress. . Excluding the time for make-up classes, you only have a month at most for combat training before that, and then you have to stay in school until the summer, so I think there may not be such an urgent need for joint combat training."

Do I have to go to school?

Donna took a painful breath, but finally did not ask this question again that she had asked many times.

Because in my uncle's opinion, the answer to this question was obvious.

"I know you are eager to learn something from me, but we have plenty of time later. We need to hurry up and send this gun to Padre Lewis. This involves a big plan. I will tell you later on the way. I want him to help me. It’s not easy to be busy, and he’s not in a good mood, so I don’t want him to wait too long.”

Clayton handed the wolf skin back to Donna.

"Let's run fast. When we get back to town, you go to Barbara first. She can protect you. Besides, Julius may calm down by tomorrow."

Donna knew that Clayton wouldn't hide anything from her anymore, but she was still disappointed that she couldn't participate personally.

"Can't I go with you to see Padre Lewis? I can help."

"No, because he and I are going to move the body, and before that, I have described you in front of him as a very timid and normal human girl, so you can't participate, otherwise you will act too brave , I would be embarrassed, and the priests would never trust me again.”

After saying these words, Clayton set off, and Donna trotted to follow him, but she did not put on the wolfskin, and she wanted to fight for the right to accompany him.

"I can stand next to you and tremble, proving that you are right. I am both normal and timid."

Clayton was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps your understanding of 'normal' is skewed. Normal people should be sleeping at the moment."

Donna sighed with great regret.

Her uncle took advantage of this sigh to utter a low curse.

"Damn Bracola!"

Perun didn't sleep.

He changed out of his pajamas with a yellow dressing gown and continued to lie on the simple bed. The surrounding walls were within reach and he had lived in this small, pitiful room for many years just to save money.

At this moment, a strong emotion took hold of him, or more specifically - took hold of his stomach.

He wanted to vomit.

During the day, after returning from the mayor, his mood was no longer as relaxed as usual, but he hid this from outsiders.

Before he could even think of falling asleep, the name struck his heart again.

Shit Raven Lyle!

Pei Lun convinced himself over and over again that the land transfer contract was exported by his ancestors in the casino and had nothing to do with him, but he could not eliminate his guilt. Now it is precisely because of that thing that the chickens and dogs in Rewo are restless, and even the old Mr. Schmidt, whom everyone respects, is suffering.

Damn it! When the group of people checked into his hotel, they didn't show their wealth. At that time, he thought that these people were all poor people.

Yes, they were carrying rifles, but having guns didn't mean much. They were not very expensive things. Many poor people in Gevaux had guns, passed down from generation to generation, just for hunting and so on - this was what he thought at the time.

Pei Lun lightly slapped himself in the face in annoyance - because he didn't see that they had evil intentions at the time.

But if people in their twenties rented two rooms, both men, and didn't want any alcohol, it wouldn't be surprising that he would think so at the time.

At this time, a long howling sound came from the floor downstairs, like a thirsty baby.

Perun was startled, and he sat up instinctively. He guessed that the people from the Bello family were back, so he planned to lie down again, but the sound of footsteps that followed made him realize that he did not belong to any of the three people. one.

He has been running a hotel here for five years, and has long been self-taught in identifying footsteps.

Such heavy footsteps would only remind him of one person.

Pei Lun got out of bed neatly and walked quickly through the backyard to the lobby. As expected, he saw a familiar figure.

He was so fat that there were three figures as wide as him, but not much taller than him. On his white dough-like face, black eyes with almost no whites looked at Pei Lun silently, but looking at the direction of his body, you knew that if Pei Lun had not come out Seeing him, he was probably going upstairs.

Quok is Mr. Chud Osmar's servant, but what is he doing here? He won't book a room here anymore.

"Mr. Kuok, what are you doing here so late?"

Pei Lun stood behind the counter and said hello to him, but the other party's reaction made him feel uncomfortable. An unreadable emotion appeared on Kuo Ke's face, which he had never shown in the past. It was completely different from his honest appearance. on the contrary.

The hairs on the innkeeper's arms stood up. He quietly reached for the grid under the counter, instinctively grabbing something that would make him feel safe.

That's his sword.