Werewolf hunting rules

When Clayton and Donna were walking back to the edge of the camp, the camp was already empty.

Everyone else had returned to their tents to rest, and a certain retired soldier who worked in the gray industry was also missing.

The werewolf glanced around, waved his hand for Donna to find Julius first, and walked towards the place where the horse was tied. Winston's crouching figure was blurred in the shadows of the horses and tree canopy.

Clayton quietly approached him, and suddenly made a move, knocking his figure down a bit.

"Are you planning to leave without saying goodbye?"

Winston jumped and turned around, seeing that it was he who relaxed.

"It's impossible for me to go back with you. The people from the Salvation Army know my identity. If the locals choose to detain me, it will be over." He was very uncomfortable with the condescending tone, but the experience during this period had already weakened his spirit. There is no extra motivation to fight.

Clayton couldn't stand his look: "Stuart, if you still have some dignity, you should explain the matter clearly to us and then take on the responsibility of caring for the wounded instead of stealing a horse and leaving alone. The Salvation Army has asked It's over, you have successfully sent the wanted order, and then just accept the victory calmly, and for the sake of your conscience, no matter which Salvation Army dares to point to your identity before dying, I and Lady Etta will act as a magistrate on your behalf—if she wakes up then."

Clayton Bello's promises were always convincing, but Winston did not relax and gave a wry smile.

"You didn't read the newspaper in the car, did you?"

"The first thing I saw was the wanted poster." Clayton said. He didn't deliberately search for it in the carriage, but the papers with big faces printed on them were easily identifiable at a glance.

Winston reached into the inside of his clothes and took out several crumpled newspapers, smoothed them out, folded them in a certain order and handed them to the lieutenant.

The weather was too cold, so he took some newspapers and put them in his clothes to keep warm. This was something he could not imagine before.

"Let's see, I bet they also have some new information, but they just haven't used it against us yet. I mean, if they swear to the death to bring me along, your name will not be so effective. You Knowing how crazy the Salvation Army is, no one knows what they will do.”

Clayton took the newspaper and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Sasha Morning News", this is a local newspaper, it is the end of the month, and the front page of the newspaper should be discussing the mayoral candidates as before, but he saw Heron IV and the White Church among the folds. Group photo of the Archbishops in Dorne.

“How to bring the country out of decadence?”

This is the headline on the front page.

"Page three," Winston emphasized, pointing to the newspaper.

Clayton turned over the newspaper and saw the worrying content.

What follows is a series of bad news stories, right next to each other.

"Gang conflicts broke out in many parishes, and gunshots were fired for several days. The confirmed death toll has now exceeded fifty."

"The authenticity of underground witchcraft groups and pagan ritual activities - the authenticity of Dong Sen's bank robbery preview."

"Invasion from the colonies. Be alert! Foreign workers have 'captured' our factory!"

Bad news came one after another, but these few pieces of news were not the limit of this newspaper. Clayton pinched the newspaper and determined that the thickness of this issue was twice as thick as usual. This was not just an illusion caused by the wrinkles. .

His eyes scanned the last item on the page, which was obviously the news that Winston wanted his attention to.

"The new "Urban Public Security Regulations" are released to ban citizen armed forces."

He looked carefully at what was underneath.

“In late October, after simultaneous evaluation by the House of Lords and the House of Commons, the new Urban Public Security Regulations were revised. At present, members of the parliament unanimously believe that the public security forces formed voluntarily by citizens are no longer enough to deal with the increasingly serious situation, and new institutions need to be established to protect the people. Safety."

"The new institution is the Royal Police - once the Queen's personal bodyguard, which has made an indelible contribution to stabilizing the situation in Asia and New Zealand - now such institutions need to be established in every city, and the new defenders will carry out full-time operations The city’s defense work. In order to strengthen public security and demonstrate Her Majesty’s determination to fight evil, the House of Representatives will open the ban on new weapons to the Royal Police and the management authority of various prisons.”

“Starting from November, autonomous armed forces such as local public security departments and night watchmen must be disbanded in accordance with the law.”

"After the parish council determines the location for the new institution, local citizens can also apply for Royal Police positions. Preference will be given to those with security experience and military training."

After reading the contents of this page, Clayton's face turned pale.

Winston couldn't bear it anymore. The Sheriff had always been a person worthy of respect, but now it was equivalent to Clayton Bello's honor being deprived out of thin air.

"Well, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you can't help me in this area now, so I think..."

"idiot!"

Clayton suddenly growled in dissatisfaction, and Winston's tone was stagnant and he stopped speaking. However, he soon discovered that this was not directed at himself, but at that policy.

The werewolf didn't explain anything. He just closed the newspaper and handed it back to Winston. The remaining anger on his face quickly faded away, but there was still a vague outline that seemed to be refilled with anger at any time.

"I know about it. You can take a horse back, but before that, you have to tell me what happened to you on the way out of Gevaux."

"If we don't cause trouble for you, you won't cause trouble, right? In this case, we are willing to accept your supervision."

When he said this, Kuok looked at Chud Osmar, who was staring into the eyes of Priest Louis, constantly pulling on the thick pearl-white gloves on his hands, and sitting very restlessly in his seat.

The candle on the table burned quietly.

They now meet in the house of a boarder, but God knows how this priesthood came to their door.

But Kuo Ke doesn't care. The idea of ​​this local priesthood does not conflict with his ideas. As long as the tasks arranged for him by the House of Troubles can be completed smoothly,

Looking at the strange look in Padre Lewis's eyes, he knew that his hiding was effective.

This definitely scared the other person.

Who would have thought that this fat, taciturn servant was the real leader in "Master and Servant"?

Quake thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of surprising people.

Even if the identity of this member of the House of Troubles is exposed, the church's priesthood still has to pray for him to leave here and not bring disaster to the local area - this kind of respect is unprecedented, and it is the capital he gained after joining the House of Troubles.

For this, he was extremely grateful to Osmar.

"In that case, I'll take my leave first."

Priest Louis stood up from his seat and was about to leave the dull, fishy-smelling living room, but Chude Osmar stopped him.

"Dear priest, can you answer a question for us? How did you realize that we were instructing the leatherworkers and the Salvation Army? This answer will be used as a reward for our enthusiastic cooperation. What do you think?"

The Priest turned around, facing Kuok's purely curious eyes, and the malicious eyes of Chud Osmar.

He sighed.

"On the day when the leatherworker made his public appearance, I visited all the foreigners staying temporarily, and visited them one by one according to the time they came to Gevaux. At that time, I pretended to mention Clayton casually to every foreigner. · Bello’s name and inform them that this gentleman proposed.”

". Proposed a new way to distinguish humans from 'werewolves', so he was exempted from the test." Chud Osmar shook his head suddenly, and his burnt pink face became more ferocious: "Priest, priest, How about we get right to the point?”

He seemed impatient for answers.

Priest Louis finally moved his eyes to his face: "At that time, I explained the location of Creighton to the foreigners who came to Gevaux at different times. For the foreigners who came to Gevaux half a year ago, I explained the location of Clayton differently. Tell them that Créton Bello was sheltered in the church. To the strangers who came to Gévaux two months ago, I told them that Créton Bello was in the company of the patrol in the public barn. And for the last two months As for the strangers who have just arrived in Gévaux, I only say that there is no need for Clayton Bello and his family to participate in the test, and he is resting in the boarding place."

Osmar's face twisted, he understood, but the priest had no intention of stopping.

"When the leatherworker, unlike his usual late-night operations, showed up early at the hotel to attack the Bello family who were alone, I knew that there was a foreigner who had only come to Gevo in the past two months to guide him. Then I discovered you. You are so unique.”

There are very few people who look so ugly.

Chud Osmar lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes, and said in a sharp voice: "Great, thank you for your explanation. You can leave now."

The priest could finally leave. Before closing the door, he heard Kuo Ke laughing like an elderly woman behind him.

"Osmar. No, Chude, it was your fault this time! I gave you the right to command the leatherworkers, but you let our identities be exposed in front of the church. If there weren't many people in the local church, this would But it is a crime that seriously jeopardizes our 'ideal'."

The fat body raised his broad palm, waiting for Osmar to come close to his face.

Whoever makes a mistake will be slapped. This is what they had agreed on early on. However, until the priest's visit, it was Kuo Ke who got slapped. Now they can finally win back the victory.

Looking at the thick arms, the expression on Burnt's face changed again and again, and he shrank back as much as possible. This action aroused Kuo Ke's dissatisfaction.

"Are you afraid? You set this rule yourself."

Chud Osmar shook his head uneasily.

"No, no, no. This is not a mistake, this is the price we must pay. My plan. It just didn't succeed."

When he saw Kuok put down his slap suspiciously, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started talking.

"We must eliminate those two men around Clayton Bello, or they will jeopardize our cause."

"Why?" Kuok asked puzzledly.

"Because I foresee that scene."