Werewolf hunting rules

"If she were transformed into a vampire, or a werewolf, would that heal him?"

Clayton certainly has this question. During the process of his transformation into a werewolf, many of the scars on his body healed. Perhaps this method is also applicable now.

Julius covered Mary's body with a blanket and couldn't help but smile frivolously when he heard Clayton's last clever trick.

"Of course, but if a werewolf wants to perform a transformation ceremony, it is not guaranteed to be successful. Its mortality rate is very high. Otherwise, why would people call this wolfsbane?"

"So Barbara can."

"She gave blood to that idiot detective twice in a short period of time. That was a loss of source blood, which cannot be made up by the blood of lower animals. I believe you can also see that she is very weak now. Once again, she She might lose control and go crazy, who are we going to look for to save her then?"

Creighton Bello could think of no other way. He walked twice around the fire in silence and came to a conclusion.

"It seems we can only go back."

"We can only go back." Julius nodded sympathetically.

No one wants to waste their efforts, but at this point, no matter how reluctant Clayton is to go back, he still has the right to complain.

He looked at Julius gloomily: "Do you think my fortune has really recovered? This incident should also be classified as unfortunate, right? But during the last meeting with Adelaide, I did feel that Relaxation in the soul. Could it be that someone played some trick to cause me to misunderstand?"

Clayton didn't believe that he would be deceived by such a young girl. He thought that even if such a thing happened, the other party would not know.

Perhaps there is external intervention.

Julius bent slightly towards him, as compensation for the sarcastic smile before.

"If you need it, I will do another divination, but I'm afraid it won't work tonight. I want to focus on dealing with the wounded."

"good."

Clayton nodded thoughtfully.

He glanced around, shouted for the others to come out, and then announced his new decision to the hopeful faces.

"The herbs and tools needed for Ms. Aita's injury are all in the town. If we delay any longer, her wound may worsen. So we have a night's rest today and will return to Gevo tomorrow."

This decision is obviously unpleasant, but it is not unacceptable, and I am even relieved about it.

Everyone noticed the four horses pulling the carriage. If they could get the help of these four-legged animal friends, then their return to Sasha City would be easier than originally planned, and it wouldn't matter if they stayed in Gevo for a while longer. .

"That's it." Selani touched her face irritably, picked up the bowl again and continued her dinner.

Others were doing the same thing as her.

The campfire was still burning, but the mood was completely different.

This result was better than Clayton imagined. He walked to the carriage and unhooked the horses, gave them water and a few eggs to supplement their nutrition.

When he returned to the campfire, he scooped some food for himself like everyone else, but soon he realized that a person who was supposed to be sitting next to him was missing. He looked back, and the half of her green skirt exposed outside the carriage revealed where she was going.

He put down his bowl and shouted.

"Get out of the carriage quickly, don't wait for the food to get cold before you eat it!"

Donna's careless voice came from the carriage.

"Soon, wait until I finish reading this one. Eee!"

Her response suddenly turned into a scream. Clayton immediately stood up and watched her jump out of the car in panic and look behind her. At the same time, there was a clanging sound in the car that didn't sound like anything. The sound that newspapers and letters make.

"What is this...?" Donna, the only one who could see clearly inside the carriage, opened her mouth wider and wider.

Clayton rushed over, and then his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

The pile of newspapers was overturned, and a girl wearing armor crawled out from the front. Her blond hair and blue eyes were very eye-catching.

It can be seen that she is very unfamiliar with this set of armor, so her movements are particularly clumsy, and her expression seems to be distressed by this. However, when she saw Clayton, her young face suddenly became a little stronger.

"Clara knows there is food, Clara will be here soon."

Seeing her, Clayton made a whooshing sound in his throat unconsciously. He pointed at the girl with one hand and backed away covering his heart with one hand.

The werewolf had not felt the pressure on his heart for a long time. The girl in front of him was more terrifying and shocking than a hundred Salvation Army appearing here.

Clara, another guy he adopted, was just a human head, but now she appeared here wearing armor and disguised as a human.

Damn it, was every child in his custody going to disobey orders and leave the house to find him?

Didn't he leave enough food in the study for Clara to feed her for a month? Even if there were some riots in the city, it had nothing to do with a human head soaked in a fish tank. Why would she risk going out?

What makes Clayton even more puzzled is, how could she come here in Marietta's car?

They have never met!

"Uncle, is she the devil?" Donna was the first to wake up, and she was alerted to find that the girl called out Clayton's name. And the aura on the other person's body has already made her recognize it, that is the devil in the study that she is not allowed to enter.

The strong smell of ink obscured her senses, and she should have noticed it earlier.

Glaring at Clara, Donna secretly tightened the snake belt that could be activated. Demons were invisible, but once they had a carrier, the poison could also make them weak.

Clayton took a few breaths and barely recovered. He glared at Clara fiercely, and then looked at Donna in frustration.

"We'll talk after dinner later. I'll tell you completely."

Donna was shocked: "Are we going to have dinner with her?"

Clara didn't respond to her target, but looked curiously back and forth between her uncle and nephew, as if she was guessing about their identical hair color and eyes.

"Where's the food?"

"Wait a minute, I'm talking to her, Donna. All you have to do is be obedient. I promise to tell you about her, so don't get to the bottom of it now." Clayton shook his head and glanced at the campfire behind them. The others Everyone is already looking here.

Donna also looked at them and stamped her foot angrily.

"Okay, okay, I will do it!"

They returned to the campfire together, and sure enough, everyone was surprised that they pulled out a large living person wearing armor from the carriage.

Julius had seen Clara before, but this time she was so different that he almost didn’t recognize her. He looked at her several times before asking uncertainly:

"head?"

Clayton nodded subtly.

"Who is this lady?" Perot asked doubtfully, not understanding the conversation between them.

This girl seemed to be taller than him, maybe even stronger. It was hard to imagine for what purpose she wore a pair of shiny plate armor on her body.

However, compared to her body, her head seems a bit small and not in proportion.

Clayton said casually: "This is Clara, she is my niece, and she came with Miss Etta. This armor is" he glanced at Clara and said helplessly: "her hobbies."

Perrault and Selanne both nodded reluctantly, and Winston had a look of self-doubt. He had never noticed that there was another person in the carriage along the way. Barbara, on the other hand, looked at the armor below Clara's head in surprise, but said nothing.

Behind Clayton, Donna glared at Clara from behind with an intensity that seemed like she would never close her eyes. Julius, the only one who saw this look, decided to keep it a secret for her.

Barbara added more ingredients and water to the pot - for the sudden three extra mouths.

Clayton dejectedly passed the bowl to Clara, but she didn't reach out to take it.

Clara looked at the bowl with joy in her eyes,

The next moment, she smashed her face in without hesitation.

The hot soup splashed everywhere, and Clayton closed his eyes in pain.

The dinner ended in a sad and angry atmosphere.

Donna got the chance to confront Clayton as she wished, and they took Clara with them and the three of them walked out of the camp.

Although Donna felt that she deserved to be hurt because of the demon, she still gave Clayton the healing ointment given by her mother, trying to help his skin that was reddened by the hot soup to recover quickly.

"Where do I begin?" Clayton almost lamented.

"Let's start with why she is at home."

Donna kicked up a stone so hard that it hit the trunk of a tree.

For the next ten minutes, Clayton tried his best to explain the cause and effect to her, but it was of no avail to the angry little witch.

"She once tried to kill you, but you still kept her at home. What do you think?"

"I think keeping her is more useful than killing her."

Clara showed a silly smile, which made Clayton's words very unconvincing.

After Donna glared at Clara, she came to glare at Clayton: "Really? I don't see how useful she is. She is extremely cold-blooded! Didn't your friend travel with her? But when she was attacked, she What is she doing? She's sitting motionless among the newspapers!"

Clayton felt that it was a bit too much for his niece to ask a demon to show a sense of justice, but he had to respond to this point.

"Clara, why didn't you come to Marietta's aid against her attacker?"

"Marietta asked Clara not to step out of the carriage unless Clayton was there."

Clayton opened his hands to Donna and said, "Look, if there's anything wrong with her, it's that she's very obedient."

More obedient than you.

Clayton didn't say this, but it was easy to imagine that Donna's face immediately turned red.

"But I don't think you gave any instructions for her to go out, right? She should have stayed in the study, why is she here?"

Clayton looked at Clara again: “Why does Clara want to go out?”

He told Clara before leaving the house on Marlin Street that he was coming to Gevaux, but Clara must have a valid reason for coming here. Clayton knew that she was not as curious as Donna. Without instructions, she might be like A real fish lives like that.

Clara rolled her blue eyes, a prelude to the memory.

"After Clara was the only one in the house, Clara heard someone enter the house again. They seemed to be looking for something. They kept walking around and wanted to enter the study. Clara didn't want to be discovered by them, so she left first to look for Clayton was stunned - Clayton said that Clara couldn't let others discover that she had only one head, so Clara put on the nearest clothes." At the end of the sentence, she used a tone of asking for credit.

"Only one head?" Donna asked in disbelief.

Clara showed it to her kindly. She pulled her head out of the neck brace like a carrot, with long legs like spider limbs dancing underneath.

Donna was not afraid, but her bulging cheeks and protruding eyes also showed that this scene made her uncomfortable.

"The latest piece of clothing is this suit of armor?" she asked again, but there was not much sincerity in the question, as if it was just to delay time for her to relax.

"Oh, decorative antique armor provided to some customers. I waxed those armors in the study before." Clayton explained a little, then looked at Clara: "Can you tell who entered the room? ?"

First, there was a gunfight on the street, and then strangers broke into the house and stole. The security of Marlin Street deteriorated too seriously.

Mrs. Ross usually manages the security of the surrounding area, but an elderly person over sixty will inevitably have occasions when he cannot do his best. Fortunately, he did not leave many really important things in the house, including those low-value works of art and cash. It doesn't matter.

"Clara didn't hear those people."

That means you can't recognize it. Mrs. Ross was not among them.

Clayton believed this was an illegal intrusion, but he probably wouldn't have much time to deal with it after he returned.

It would be easier to move to a house closer to the city center than to police Marlin Street.

"Then how did you find Marietta? Did she come to the house looking for me and happened to meet you?" he asked.

Clara blinked her eyes, which looked a little strange with the majestic armor underneath her.

"Who is Marietta?"

I'm really busy now, so there won't be any updates before the 22nd. The missing chapters will be completed before the end of this month.