Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 236 Life and death are hard to decide

A carriage pulled by four horses appeared from the dark end of the road. Its dark appearance and dim light made it look like it was driving out of the underworld, while the shadows of the forest seemed like countless tentacles were trying to drag it back.

Clayton squinted his eyes at its distant shadow to make sure he saw the right person.

The driver was Winston Jean Stewart, a fallen nobleman who was also his comrade-in-arms. This man waved the reins mercilessly and drove the horses at full speed. This method was very immature in the eyes of an old cavalryman. The way horses are driven can easily tire them out - which are worth more than people.

Why is he back? Where did this carriage come from?

Creighton was full of doubts. He stretched out his hand to signal the carriage to stop as it approached.

With a more violent urging, the carriage slowly stopped in front of him. The driver tried to turn over, but failed and fell sideways and fell into the soil.

"I thought you were gone."

Clayton reached out and pulled Winston up. Under close observation, he saw that this guy's face was ashen and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested well all the way. When he looked at him, Winston's body stiffened for a moment, and he saw this unnatural reaction.

"I left, but something happened on the way and I had to come back." Winston's voice was weak, but there were no injuries on his body.

It seemed that he was simply tired.

Clayton did not continue to ask. He turned his head and looked at the closed carriage. In addition to the smell of ink, there was also a very familiar smell. There were two bullet holes on the side of the carriage, and a small sign posted on the outside. The carriage is the property of the Post Office.

Winston had fought with people before coming here?

Clayton's eyes flashed across the coachman's seat, where there was also a Vanney rifle pressed under it.

He had previously suspected that the postman had met with people from the Salvation Army, and now it seemed that was indeed the case, but he didn't know what role Winston played in this conflict.

"I know that the members of the Presbyterian Church have special abilities. I implore you to save the people in this carriage." Winston slowly lowered his head in front of him.

"Marie Etta? Is she hurt?"

The smell in the carriage undoubtedly belonged to Marietta, who was the only female magistrate in Sasha City before Barbara. She was also the clerk of the post office. She was responsible for writing letters to illiterate people. She once investigated him because of some misunderstandings. , but later became a peripheral member of the Presbyterian Church. He didn't know that she actually had a job traveling far away. It seemed that it was given to her by the post office.

This is obviously not a good job. The distance from the city to Gevo is actually not too far, but the road conditions here have never been repaired, so the time spent on the journey is wasted.

"Do you know who she is in there?" Winston couldn't help but ask.

"We are all peace officers."

Hearing Clayton's answer, Winston seemed to think of something and moved his lips, but did not say it.

Before he could react, Clayton pulled Donna quickly to the back of the freight car and opened the door. Sure enough, lying on the pile of newspapers in the carriage was a woman with short brown hair, wearing an ordinary dress, and blood dripped from her clothes. The inside seeped out and smeared on the inner wall of the carriage, while also staining the newspaper underneath him red.

Winston came up behind them.

"This Miss Mary promised to give me a lift after work and let me stay in the carriage first, but we encountered the group of Salvation Army gunmen. They seemed to want to kill the people at the post office."

No matter how many times he saw that lifeless body, Winston would always feel cold and terrified.

Chased by monsters, he abandoned Fukudai and later found temporary refuge due to a woman he met by chance.

The Salvation Army men wanted to kill him too, and they fought to the death to win, but the woman was accidentally shot. He knew that he could certainly take advantage of the lady's serious injury to seize the carriage and supplies and return to the city, just like abandoning Fudai, but the situation then was not exactly the same as this time.

He couldn't abandon a person who truly fought alongside him.

The woman trusted him during the battle, and without that, their victory would not have been possible. She is his true comrade.

Ignoring Winston's delayed information, Clayton just leaned into the car to take a look before exiting, sighing with regret.

Marietta is a strong woman, and the wounds that can make her incapacitated cannot be solved by simple bandaging. They require professional doctors.

"Donna, is there anything you can do to stabilize her? We are sending her to see Julius now, but the sooner her injuries can be taken care of, the better."

"I'll try." Donna got into the car and tried to use her occult methods to accomplish this.

Clayton climbed into the driver's seat and motioned for Winston to come up.

When everyone was where they should be, he shouted and urged the four horses to move reluctantly.

"Where are those people from the Salvation Army? They held you back for so long?"

"They're all dead." Winston squeezed into a corner of the seat with his arms folded, looking uneasily at the forest on both sides of the avenue. "But their weapons could completely suppress our old guns, and it took us a long time to win. But it didn't take more than half a day. The main thing was the road conditions in this area, which I still have to take care of."

He didn't say any more, because there were so many excuses, and it seemed like he was shirking responsibility.

Clayton looked forward without blinking, his tone sarcastic.

"You don't think about the consequences before doing things for them, do you?"

"They know who I am and you know I'm not that popular right now."

"Then why didn't you come over to find me?" The werewolf glanced at him coldly. "If you could have asked me to vouch for you as the Sheriff earlier, things wouldn't be so complicated. Now the locals and I have to put an end to the bad situation you created."

If Winston had not given the Salvation Army the opportunity to kidnap Schmidt, they would not have been able to stay in Gévaux for a long time, and naturally there would be no need to send people to attack the postman.

It can be said that Marietta was attacked entirely because of his involvement.

Winston didn't expect him to say that, and he suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"I thought you wouldn't agree."

"Very good, you think..." Clayton snorted coldly and stopped continuing the topic.

He admired Marietta's sense of justice, and on the other hand, Winston's return at the risk of being identified again allowed him to be a little more tolerant of this person's stupidity.

This is equivalent to Winston atoning for his actions - although he does not realize it.

A few minutes later, the carriage stopped at the place where they originally lived and camped. Others were eating and stood up excitedly when they saw Clayton driving a carriage back here.

With the carriage, they didn't have to walk back to the city. As for who the carriage originally belonged to, they didn't care about it for the moment.

Clayton stopped the carriage slowly, then sat in the carriage and gave orders.

"Julius, Miss Marietta is in the carriage. She is injured and needs your medical treatment now."

Julius raised his eyebrows and quickly accepted the fact that there was another person he knew here, and began to prepare medicines and tools on the spot.

"Miss Selani, please help us, we need to carry out the wounded."

Seranne didn't expect that she would be called. She put down the bowl and stood up without caring about the food on the corner of her mouth. However, due to lack of experience, she could only stand helplessly behind Julius, who stopped as if he couldn't bear it. Get down to your work area and help her handle this matter.

"Lady Barbara"

Barbara, who had become active after smelling the blood, straightened her back and listened to his instructions.

".Please go back to your tent for now." Clayton didn't want a vampire with blood loss to get close to the injured person.

Barbara showed a sad expression, but it didn't help. Perot patted his wife's back gently, accompanied her in and lowered the curtain, completely blocking the vampire's view of the outside world.

After cleaning the place, Marietta moved out of the carriage.

After creating multiple heat sources around the wounded man and sending irrelevant people back to the tent, Julius finally undressed the wounded man and inspected his wounds.

The flesh and blood on the edge of the gunshot wound protruded and emitted a faint odor, but there was no pus and no bleeding.

"Who treated the wound?" he asked.

Clayton looked back and found that Donna was still hiding in the car, so he didn't speak.

"This technique is just okay, it looks a bit professional."

Julius didn't say more in this regard. He poked his fingers back and forth on the woman's bloody belly with disgust on his face: "Her liver is broken and the bullet made a hole in it. I have a way." We can further clean up the wound, but we can’t stop it from getting worse.”

"As long as she lives, I believe Galeed will be able to deal with the rest."

The wizard knew what Clayton was thinking: "Let me put it bluntly, if we take her on the road like this, she will be dead. The medicinal materials I have on hand are not enough to maintain her condition for a week. To be precise, at most It takes four days.”

Clayton felt very sorry. He felt that Mary was a promising young man and should not have suffered such an end.

"Is there no better way?"

"Do you have scarab powder?" Julius asked. "Or the shed skin of a white snake over four feet long?"

Of course Clayton wouldn't carry these strange things with him, nor would anyone else.

He shook his head silently.

Julius could anticipate this situation. He spread his hands, and the flames crackled beside his and Mary's bodies: "Then unless there is a more professional alchemy workbench and sufficient medicinal materials are provided, otherwise There's nothing I can do about it. But there's no place around here that has it, is there?"

In front of him, the lieutenant's face looked uncertain in the firelight.

"Wait, it can't really happen, right?"

"The church in Revo Town should have such an alchemy platform. There is also a medicine garden next to it, with many types of herbs planted."

Julius was silent.

And at the end, Clayton also fell silent.

This meant that if they wanted to save Marietta, they had to return to Gévaux.

What should he say to the others?

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