Werewolf hunting rules

Seeing this young man's attitude, Donna couldn't bear it.

She took the initiative to say hello, but Ian Lazarus ignored her and always looked like he was about to die, so she had to turn to Barbara for help.

"What's up with him?"

She saw Barbara open her mouth, as if she was going to answer her, but she seemed to think of something and paused in fear.

"Sorry, I can't tell, and I don't think you want to know."

She hurriedly led the young man away,

Donna looked at Barbara's back and suddenly felt a chill, as if something twisted and neglected by her had passed by her like a snake.

"We are good people, right?"

She asked herself, but the confidence that she had been able to answer decisively began to waver at this moment.

When the midday sun shone down, Clayton nodded slightly to Padre Lewis.

"I think I have to leave for a while."

The priest did not look back and continued to change the dressing of the wounded on the bed.

"I'll look after her."

The Evangelical sect is the largest sect in the White Religion and is "the only one" that is different. Not only are they not allowed to harm others, they also have a doctrine that they must help all members of their own race.

Marietta was one hundred percent human, and Clayton could safely leave her here.

Even though Louis had broken his oath, Creighton could see that the priest only regarded Lawrence's death as an exception or a certain necessity - so far, Creighton believed that Louis was still pious.

After leaving the church, Clay adjusted his collar, found a way and left.

He was looking for a taller building overlooking the street - the kind that was second only to the church. The church was of course the best choice, but Priest Louis might not want a dark descendant to tower over the Holy Sword Cross at the top of the church.

Such a place was not far away. The werewolf quickly climbed to a roof and judged the smell in the wind.

Normally, it would be a bit difficult to find a specific person in a place as big as Gevaux, but Julius has been working with medicinal oil from last night to this morning, and the smell on his body is almost the same as Marietta. Clayton believed the smell hadn't evaporated that easily.

Soon, he got a faint message from the wind.

Without hesitation, he jumped off the roof and ran in that direction.

It was a dark alley. He stopped and saw the smell, drag marks on the ground, and blood spots on the walls. He realized that there was more than Julius here, and something unpleasant happened between them. thing. But he couldn't smell Julius's attackers because the smell of medicine masked their scent.

The traces are broken.

"Mr. Bello!" he heard the surprised cry.

Looking back, it was Barbara standing at the entrance of the alley with her descendant Ian Lazarus.

Barbara was still wearing a plain faded blue skirt, while Ian was much more sluggish than when they first met. In addition to a hat, he also wore a scarf and gloves, making sure to cover his whole body and avoid being exposed to the sun.

Apparently, he is already a vampire.

However, Clayton didn't feel much. He asked directly: "You also know that he is missing?"

Barbara nodded happily: "Yes, Donna told me, she got the news from a robin."

Wonderful magic. Clayton nodded: "Then has it seen those who attacked Julius?"

"I only know that they were three men in black clothes, and they brought a cart."

"Come here and see if you can track the scent of blood."

Vampires are far more sensitive to the smell of blood than werewolves, and Clayton plans to let them try again.

He stepped back and Barbara walked into the alley, followed by Ian.

When the detective passed by Clayton, his gray eyes looked at him, and at the same time he asked an unexplained question: "Are you all?"

Clayton stared into Ian Lazarus's eyes, convinced that there was no trace of loyalty to his companions in them.

Barbara's treatment method was obviously unreasonable. Ian was not happy about his resurrection, but was full of hatred for this form of "survival". But Clayton knew that the vampire's control over the descendants was not as simple as persuasion. He believed that time would change everything.

"Mind your own business, Lazarus. Ask less and do more."

Barbara likes this guy, but according to Clayton's own opinion, he will never let a guy who may have a grudge against him be around. He only tolerates this guy because Barbara can control the descendants.

Ian did not give up. He seemed to have finally found the opportunity to speak. He also thought that he had found the person who really made the decision, so he began to touch some dangerous areas.

"You are from the city, aren't you? I heard that there is a council of elders composed of monsters there, and recently, they had conflicts with some people. I want to know if they will also eat the losers. The meat is the same as mine?"

"Your forgetfulness seems to be cured." Clayton said coldly.

The detective finally regained his energy, but this energy was used in tit-for-tat confrontation with Clayton.

"I never forget what's really important."

Clayton stopped looking at him and called to Barbara, asking her to take command.

The exchange looked bad, and Barbara looked at them in fear, fearing that the werewolf would tear Ian alive on the spot.

However, this did not happen. Clayton believed that Ian still had value, and the curse could transform him. Ian also walked over slowly because of her subsequent order.

"Discipline him well, you have to find a way to do it." Clayton said, Ian's eyes made him wary: "If you can't teach him well, send him far away, or let him do what he is supposed to do." Unfinished business - commit suicide and become a pile of ashes. Even if you originally had good intentions in saving him, going against another person's wishes often only leads to hatred."

Barbara immediately became nervous. She held Ian's shoulders and defended Clayton:

"No, he'll be fine, right, Ian?"

Ian didn't answer. He turned away, heartbroken by this shameful deception.

His parents and brother were killed by these monsters growing in the darkness, and he died at the hands of the priesthood. The people he once thought he could regard as sisters also tarnished his identity as a human being.

He wanted to die, but the obedience to the superiors in his blood forced him to save himself, his property called "descendant".

He couldn't even hate Barbara because his body didn't allow him to have such thoughts.

He has become a slave in a free country.

"It's terrible." Clayton muttered. His companions were kidnapped, and the remaining people around him were incompetent. There were few things worse than this.

Fortunately, these two vampires were well-deserved for their ability to identify the smell of blood. They quickly traced the blood smell to the location of the cart. It was placed in front of a three-story hut, but it had already been emptied. There were only some blood stains.

Normally, it should have been disposed of, but the person who took Julius away obviously didn't expect to be found so soon.

Barbara licked her lips: "We found them, what next?"

Clayton noticed her behavior and felt slightly uneasy: "Let's be civilized. Negotiate first and see what they want."

"What if the negotiations fail?"

"Then use your ability to think of a way to stun them or charm them. Let's try not to kill people during the day." The power of the dark descendants will be weakened during the day, and there is no one living nearby. If the locals find out that there is someone here, During a fight, they may not be able to escape.

"I'll do it," Ian said suddenly, his expression looking like a plaster cast for a drawing class.

Clayton narrowed his eyes, took two more sharp breaths, and finally discovered the secret of what he did.

"It was your companions who captured Julius."

He also remembered the smell of Detective Hook, and this should be where they stayed.

The plaster statue was silent for a while and said: "I have been missing for too long. They must be anxious to find me."

For some unknown reason, Barbara suddenly giggled, and Clayton looked at her again. He asked her to retest her control over the descendants, and the result was successful.

"Then go in and bring Julius out intact. You have seen him."

The detective nodded and entered the house alone.

After a while, he came out holding the scarred wizard.

Julius looked like he had at least ten broken bones, and there were bruises and blood on his face. His already thin body could no longer support his own weight, and any gust of wind could make him fall.

The other detectives did not come out to apologize, but Clayton saw that the closed curtains on the second and third floors were opened and someone was observing them through the gaps.

At the same time, he smelled gun oil.

The detectives in the house still didn't let down their guard. Ian hadn't completely convinced them. They were ready for battle.

Clayton said nothing, he was waiting for someone to express his opinion.

But Julius didn't speak either. He seemed more taciturn than usual. Clayton put his shoulder on his shoulder and let him help him walk. This limp posture didn't look easy.

"I apologize on their behalf," Ian told Clayton, trying to make his eyes richer and more sincere.

Clayton helped Julius slightly forward: "Don't look at me, this is his business."

Ian looked at Julius, but did not get the same response. The wizard just stared at the windows upstairs in the cabin with creepy eyes. But soon, the sixth sense made Julius notice Ian's eyes.

His vicious eyes did not change, and he continued to use them to look at Ian.

Without saying whether to forgive or not, he mentioned another thing.

"Are you their companion?"

Ian nodded silently.

After receiving a positive reply, the viciousness in the wizard's eyes finally faded away. He reluctantly nodded to the house with his chin: "Go and ask them, how did they find me? Who gave them the news."

Ian nodded as he entered the hut again and came out even faster than before.

"They said they ran into you by chance. They planned to separate and look for you, but you bumped into them before they could make a move."

"It seems you are not very lucky." Clayton said pitifully. He felt like the wizard in his hands might have more than ten broken bones, because he was shaking looser than before.

Julius was shaking and vomiting some blood, but he still looked more energetic than Ian Lazarus.

Clayton believed that he would not be devastated by this blow.

really.

"Take me to a quiet place, I want to perform a divination." The wizard said viciously.

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