Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton had already deduced that Chude Osmar was the person manipulating the Salvation Army behind the scenes. Now he was escorting Marietta, who was injured by the Salvation Army, and saw them appearing at the doctor's residence. Such a coincidence made him very happy. It's hard to believe that this is not a trap.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the table knife.

Not being able to transform during the day is a bit troublesome, but he can use any pointed object as a weapon. After so many years, he has not forgotten the experience of participating in group conflicts in the colonial tavern.

"What are you doing here?"

Kuok suddenly spoke, and his womanly voice made Clayton cast a surprised look.

"What a coincidence, this is my problem too."

"We'll stay here for the night." Chud Osmar said, holding a book in his arms, the same yellow eyes flashing across Clayton, his tone was not as friendly as the last time they talked: "With all due respect, Mr. Bello, you seem to be in good health and there seems to be no reason for you to be here."

Creighton looked at the doctor's wife, who nodded to vouch for the two.

He turned back and looked at Chu De, his eyes passing by Kuok again: "I'm just bringing a patient to visit. I don't think it will hinder anyone. The doctor is the master here, isn't he?"

Chu De looked at him for a few more seconds before moving.

Two men, one fat and one thin, squeezed in, hung their coats and hats on the coat rack naturally, and then found a seat to sit down. The doctor's wife also poured them tea.

They looked like they had just finished a post-dinner walk, and Chude was trying to stretch out to make himself look bigger, but it backfired. Kuok, on the other hand, huddled restrainedly on a small chair, covering it entirely with his body, as if performing some kind of transparent chair magic.

Compared with his servant, Chud Osmar looked really small.

He spread his legs, put one hand on the table, and moved his fingers as if playing a piano.

Clayton saw the five fingertips and suddenly remembered what Julius had said - the fingertips and eyes could be used to cast spells instead of the wand, so he moved aside.

This reaction was so disgusting that Chu De looked at him in shock and finally stopped moving his hands.

In this awkward atmosphere, Clayton suddenly spoke up: "Are any of you related to this lady?"

Even though the Dornish people had a habit of hosting relatives and friends at their homes, the Doctor's behavior in hosting these two was somewhat unusual.

He noticed that the doctor's house was not big, and there were no servants here. Only the doctor's wife took care of the housework. If the doctor went out to fish, he would be left with his wife and two guests of the opposite sex in a small house, which was obviously unfair. decent.

Unless one of them is related to the lady.

Quake's eyes rolled smoothly. Clayton was sure that he had something to say, but for some reason he refused to speak.

In the end, Chu De denied his guess.

"No, we are just here as guests."

"Mr. Osmar and my husband are friends. They often meet up to go fishing recently." Clayton could hear the dissatisfaction hidden in the doctor's wife's gentle voice. “Now we eat fish for every meal.”

Trud laughed at her words and could tell he was proud of his craft.

"I'm good at fishing," he said.

Clayton suddenly caught a trace of abnormal mockery in this smile. But when he wanted to take a closer look, he couldn't see anything. The smile on Chu De's face was ugly but extremely real, as if the moment he saw was just an illusion.

"I see." He said thoughtfully and said nothing more.

Next, it seemed as if this encounter was a coincidence. Clayton didn't ask Trudeau about the reason why he controlled the leatherworker to attack Donna, and Trudeau stopped asking Clayton about the purpose of coming here. They pretended to be in peace.

Fortunately, the embarrassing relationship didn't last long. After tea time, Kuo Ke went upstairs to his room, while Chu De took his notebook and opened the door and left the house.

Clayton remembered that he was a painter, but he didn't know what his job as a transcendent was.

Since they are called connectors by Christopher, the Doomsday Seekers sect will definitely send people here. As for what they will do. He didn't want to know, he just hoped that Julius could finish the matter quickly so that they could bring enough medicine and return to the city with Marietta, away from the place of right and wrong in Gévaux.

However, an hour passed and Julius still hadn't come.

Clayton stood up and began pacing the door.

He began to wonder whether Marietta should be sent to the church. Perhaps Julius had forgotten the plan and was waiting for them there.

He walked around the house for a while, finally made up his mind, refused the doctor and his wife's attempts to stay, insisted on asking some locals to help, and carried Mary out.

In front of the church, Clayton saw Priest Lewis sitting on a bench on one side of the square with a blank expression. He didn't know what he was thinking. He shouted before the priest came back to his senses. When the priest stood up, he asked the helpers to put Mary down. He and the priest took over and took the injured to the alchemy room next to the medicine garden behind the church. There were beds for the injured to rest, just like he did in It is the same as the churches seen in other areas.

Before the development of anatomy, medical treatment was also one of the important means of religious development.

"Has Julius been here?" Clayton asked, sure he didn't smell green hair here, not at all.

Louis shook his head. Behind him, the alchemy table and a large amount of wine, oil and salt were waiting quietly.

"I didn't see that attendant of yours."

"So did you get a wanted warrant from the Salvation Army?"

The priest affirmed this time: "It was sent ten minutes ago. I'm sure it will unite us."

The Salvation Army's wanted posters not only include portraits or photos, but also huge reward amounts.

As long as this information is released, he believes that even if these people do not kidnap the old hunter Schmidt, there will definitely be a lot of people willing to take the risk to bring them to justice.

The antique dealer couldn't care less about this. He already felt that Gevault's affairs had nothing to do with him.

He looked at the entrance of the medicine garden in confusion and muttered.

"It's weird, where else could he go?"

Julius has already sent the wanted notice, where else can he get stuck?

"Don't shoot! How much ransom do you want? Uh-"

In the dark alley where no one could see, Julius raised his hands and screamed.

The next moment, a fist hit him in the abdomen, forcing him to bend over.

"Don't scream so loud."

"Rabbit" Ace retracted his fist, letting "Idle Man" Robin Hood and "Farmer" Kit continue to hold the green-haired sissy.

"You two, talk to him. I'm not in the mood to talk right now."

He sighed, turned around and stopped looking at what was happening here.

To the left of Julius is Robin Hood. He smiles maliciously. The strength of his hand almost dislocates Julius's shoulder. The gun he holds in his left hand is pressed against the wizard's palm. He will shoot if he doesn't cooperate. posture.

"Please relax, I'm not a kidnapper, at least not this time, but my brother doesn't know that - Kit, what do you think?"

The wizard looked to the right in pain. Kit also showed a smile, with two rows of teeth stained red by tobacco. The knife stabbing his ribs did not waver at all.

"Let's see if you have the information I want. If not, money can't save you."

Robin Hood agreed: "Of course, we won't kill you, but there are no restrictions on leaving some red marks on you. We have inquired about the law enforcement methods here, because there is no local sheriff, so as long as we do not commit crimes to death, Then no one will bother us. Things like foreigners beating foreigners are local people’s favorite entertainment program.”

Kit moved the short knife up to Julius's neck, and used the back of the knife to saw twice in demonstration. When he pulled back, the tip of the knife accidentally pierced the skin, and bright red blood beads rolled down the curve of the neck, soaking into the skin. Into the blend, dye the gray an ocher color that will appear to match the color of the stain on the wall next to it.

Julius lowered his head in submission and let out a whimper.

No one could see his eyes, otherwise they might have chosen to shoot him immediately.

"What do you want to know?"

Kit put her face close to his ear: "Where is our little brother?"

"Ian Lazarus." Robin Hood added his name.

"I do not know!"

Obviously, a negative answer was not what the Hook detectives wanted. Julius received another punch. The pain in his ribs made him almost breathless. Then came the second punch and he almost collapsed, but The two Hook detectives next to him held him firmly, not allowing him to fall out of spite.

"He's missing!" Kit growled in his ear.

"How do I know where he went?!"

Julius thought he was yelling at the top of his lungs, but all he could hear from his own mouth was a sound softer than a whisper.

Robin Hood reminded him with a friendly face: "Barbara--isn't this beautiful lady one of yours?"

They knew. The pain made Julius's head dizzy, but he still forced himself to think about how to deal with the current predicament.

"What's up with her?"

"Ian went to find her and then disappeared. What did you say happened?" Kit asked angrily.

"Rabbit" Ace finally turned around. He looked at Julius carefully: "Now we suspect that he is dead, but it is not easy to deal with such a big person alone. We asked her neighbors and found out Which guests has she received recently, and the most frequent ones are you and your employer’s family.”

"Then why did you tie me up? Wouldn't it be better to go to her directly?" Julius asked breathlessly.

Ace answered him: "Not good."

Kit gave the wizard another punch.

"We ask you so you can speak."

Robin Hood was willing to give him a little more explanation: "Let's put it this way, our little brother seemed to be pursuing something related to extraordinary powers before he disappeared, so we have to be more cautious. If it is really Barbara or her friends who solve the problem It would be unwise to alert her so rashly. As for why I arrested you."

He didn't say any more until he explained.

But Julius could probably understand what he had left unfinished.

Creighton Bello seemed hard to mess with, and it might be risky to attack him. Donna Bello was too young and didn't seem to know how to handle "business."

It seems that only Julius is the most suitable.

"I really don't know anything!"

He whined again.

I noticed that someone in the previous chapter mentioned that it was incomprehensible, so I reprocessed some paragraphs, but did not add a different plot. If you still have any comments, you can continue to leave a message.