Werewolf hunting rules

When both Clayton and Julius returned to the house, they were a little surprised to see Donna lying sadly on the table.

"Miss Etta is dead?" Clayton asked.

The girl raised her face and shook her head blankly, and in the open utility room, Clara also tried to shake her head, but she almost broke the armor.

The werewolf breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the things that would make his fifteen-year-old niece sad would not make him sad. He was either used to those ordinary and small pains, or he didn't care at all.

However, this reaction was noticed by Donna, which aggravated some of her original suspicions.

When Clayton hung his hat on the hat rack, he turned around and found that Donna was still looking here. Her eyes were completely different from before. There was worry, fear and regret. Julius took a step aside, but the girl remained the same. Unblinking.

After confirming that she was not looking at him, the green-haired man turned to Clayton and shrugged: "It seems that she has something to say to you. I will study this cross first."

As he spoke he took the strange muddy cross out of Clayton's coat pocket.

The wizard went upstairs, and there were only three creatures in the hall who could speak, Clayton, Donna, and Clara.

"What do you want to say?" Clayton asked kindly.

For the first time, Donna didn't dare to look at him.

He also noticed that something was wrong with Donna, but he believed that he could solve her problems with his handling skills honed over many years.

Donna thought about it for a long time, and showed a rare look like Clayton's aristocratic girl's expression, which was common in the upper class society. It seemed that she was about to say something that was against etiquette, and the content was about to make her, the narrator, faint from fear. .

Clayton turned to look at her with an encouraging look.

Donna finally spoke, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Uncle, do you think of me when you are hungry?"

"What?"

Clayton didn't understand what she meant.

Donna hit her forehead and asked again in a self-defeating manner, raising her voice.

"Do you have an appetite for me when you're hungry?"

Clayton's eyebrows knitted. He didn't know what happened that suddenly made his niece so entangled, but the question was easy to answer.

"Not at all. The first time I saw you, I knew you were my closest relative."

Donna's expression softened at first, but then froze after hearing the second half of the sentence.

"What about the average person?"

Clayton tilted his head to look at her, slightly confused: "Donna, you know that the werewolf's power comes from the curse, right? A powerful force that molds mortals into powerful extraordinary beings in a short period of time, and it chose me. If it costs nothing, I don’t think I would be that lucky without it.”

"I know, but"

Donna suddenly groaned in pain and stopped talking. She covered her face with her hands and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

Clayton saw that she seemed not to want to continue talking, so he also went upstairs.

Julius was preparing things in the room. He soaked the cross in a basin with water, trying to soften the mud that was entangled on it. He was a little surprised when he saw Clayton walking in.

"You guys chatting so fast?"

Clayton put down the ax casually: "She was worried that I would want to eat her when I was hungry because of the werewolf's habits. Maybe it's because I haven't gone crazy in front of her before. She seems to know the seriousness of this matter only now." Sex. But I said no and that was the end of it."

"Do you really think so? She is a girl, and her psychology is different from that of boys."

"Are you starting to care about her?" Clayton looked at Julius strangely, as if he was sizing up someone he had never seen before: "You don't want to join our family, do you? So, she seems to have been there lately. I’m not that repulsive to you, but it’s just your identity.”

The corners of Julius' mouth twitched: "She is still a child, and I already have a sweetheart."

Clayton was visibly relieved.

"It would be great."

The wizard tensed his muscles, then relaxed due to pain the next moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to say - are you sure she will let go of her grudge because of this? I think your solution is a bit hasty."

Clayton narrowed his eyes and stared at the wizard, but just when Julius was about to give up the topic, he spoke again.

"I don't like others to interfere in the internal problems of the Bello family, but since you are concerned about her, I will explain it to you. If she can understand, put down her fear of me, and face it with her spirit and courage As for the fact, I will be happy that this does not damage the family relationship between us."

"If she can't accept this and wants to leave, she is even afraid of the other world and wants to live an ordinary life, away from all dangerous and cursed creatures. That is also good news to me. I will make sure that she Marrying a good man and living a peaceful life will also fulfill my promise to her father and mother."

"No matter what she thinks, the result is not a bad thing, so what else can I say? Let her choose to go."

Clayton's educational philosophy clearly impressed the wizard.

"I thought you would arrange everything for her like a strict upper-class father."

Clayton sneered at his idea: "How could it be? Worrying about everything like that would make me feel tired too. Human beings can't live long. Rather than living a completely standardized life, it is better for her to receive enough education and then choose her own happy way. Life is better.”

Julius's body relaxed and he leaned back, and he realized that he had misjudged Clayton's attitude towards Donna, but this lifestyle gave him some inspiration and made him feel more relaxed.

"If she knew you thought so, she would have to thank you." He said half-jokingly.

Clayton sat down across the table.

"Of course."

When the topic ended, the muddy cross had been soaking for a while.

Clayton fished it out, but the stains on it did not fade much. Instead, some abnormal dirt became more sticky because it absorbed water.

But this doesn't bother the antique dealer, who has a special brush for cleaning antiques.

Gently brush the surface of the cross with a brush to avoid damaging its original eroded and fragile structure. After about ten minutes, the cross showed its true shape in front of them.

"well--"

Julius sighed when he saw what it looked like.

Because this cross is really a cross, not some other cross-shaped product.

It looks like it is carved from a single piece of wood, about the size of Clayton's hand. It has almost no decorative patterns on the outside. There is only a smear-like stain of ink on the top of the cross. Only by looking hard can you find that it is a Numbers written in ancient Chinese.

42, or 43.

However, the appearance of this cross is so simple that no one thinks it has any meaning.

Julius flicked it on the table.

"Absolutely. It seems that someone threw rubbish in the swamp when they passed by it hundreds of years ago. Our work was in vain."

Clayton shook his head and took the cross in his hand again: "No, you can't say that. The wooden cross at least means that someone passed by there, and the location of the swamp was no longer completely submerged in the river at that time, otherwise it would have been It would be washed ashore by the force of the current. If someone dropped a cross there, there must be something else left."

"Then we definitely can't continue digging tomorrow." Julius said: "If you kill three Salvation Army, they will definitely step up their guard, or ask the two people from the Doomsday Seeker sect to go over and take a look. We and Lewis The priest promised not to fight directly with the two of them."

They originally took action because they knew that the Salvation Army belonged to the Doomsday Seekers, but those two people did not know that they had this information. Even if Chud Osmar wanted to settle accounts with them afterwards, they could still argue that it was an unintentional mistake. The person who accidentally killed Chu De.

But if you stand face to face with the other party and insist on going against the other party, then the matter cannot be let go casually.

"No need to do that, we can let Louis handle it for us."

Clayton stood up and held the top of the wooden cross to the flame of the oil lamp for a few seconds, and the numbers on it became clear.

43

This time they saw clearly.

"This marking method is actually special. If you don't write a name on a private cross, you won't write numbers on it, let alone the numbers on the top of the cross. I read in a book that it has a certain meaning. But the specific content is not recorded in the book, maybe Father Louis will know its specialness, after all, he is a priest."

Julius looked at the cross with disdain and raised his hand impatiently, as if he was about to throw away trash.

"Then you go find him yourself. Do I never want to show up in front of him again, or is it because of this thing? If it is really garbage, it would be too embarrassing."

Creighton, who rarely felt embarrassed and was confident he would not see Louis again when he returned to town, had no problem with the decision.

He wiped the cross dry, then grabbed it and walked out.

He went down the stairs and across the hall, finishing off a smoked chicken hanging by the fireplace, then took his coat and hat from the coat rack and put them on again, ready to go out again.

But Donna stopped him.

"Uncle, it's so late, are you still going out?"

The girl still looked a little sluggish and her eye circles were slightly red, but her spirits were slightly better than before.

She turned around and lay on the back of the small sofa and looked at the door. Clayton was almost worried that she would fall down with the sofa.

As for what they discussed before - she may have figured it out, or she may not have figured it out, but Clayton was unwilling to think deeply. Any doubts and the possibility of severing the family relationship would cause him unhappiness, and unhappiness would lead to even greater consequences. severe hunger.

He nodded to her and said, "I'm going to the priesthood in town to ask some questions. If you're worried, you can go with me."

Donna stood up immediately: "I'll go with you."

Clayton pointed to the red hooded cloak she never wanted to leave: "Then put your hat on, it's very cold today."