Werewolf hunting rules

"It's a pity. I originally planned to ask Louis to check the things in the swamp for us, but it's too late to say anything now."

Clayton thought so, but Julius had something else to say.

"We have to find a way to talk to him, or find out the purpose of the person who framed him. These Hook detectives must have been ordered by the doomsday seekers to do this, otherwise they would not be able to get the leatherworker's head. There must be others among them What conspiracy, maybe we should find out what agreement they have.”

Clayton didn't care.

"Let this matter be a headache for the mayor. Anyway, Lazarus is on our side now. I think they have a good relationship. If something goes wrong, this method can still be used."

"Lazarus, what do you say?" He turned to Ian Lazarus.

Ian heard what he said and frowned visibly, but there was nothing he could do.

"If you don't plan to hurt them, I'm willing to ask them what they think for you."

"Are they doing these things for you?" Clayton asked suddenly.

The new vampire was caught off guard and froze in place.

"I have no idea."

Ian said this from the bottom of his heart, but Clayton had heard enough of the same answer last night, which made the werewolf feel impatient. He wanted something certain, so he looked at Ian. Lazarus' master.

"Barbara, I'll leave this matter to you. Let Ian Lazarus ask them. But let him remember to give clear limits before doing anything. If he hints to those Hook detectives, he will deal with them in turn. We are not good, you know what he is doing for us now is not of his own free will."

The female vampire nodded and stood up, taking the task. Perot looked at them silently, unable to say anything.

"That's it," Julius spread his hands and wisely didn't say more on this topic, but looked a little disappointed: "I will continue to go to the church to prepare medicine for Mary in a while, and I need Crétitia's help. If you have nothing else, how about escorting us there? Just help carry something, it would be outrageous to ask Barbara or Clara to accompany us."

Cretitia, Donna's wizard name made Clayton feel a little emotional.

Although Donna told them this name, Clayton basically didn't use it to call her. Only Julius would occasionally mention it. It seemed that calling each other's wizarding name was a rule among wizards, or it was Julius alone. habit.

"I have time to do this, but wasn't Louis arrested? Do you have the key to the alchemy room?"

"Yes, he gave me the key early, and I can go in at any time now."

Clayton clicked his tongue, seeming to feel pity for the kind-hearted Louis, but Julius did not wait for him to change his mind.

After the others finished their lunch, Clayton occupied the table alone and started eating. Before he woke up, Barbara prepared some baked potatoes and fish for him to prevent the werewolf from going insane due to hunger.

This was somewhat considerate, and Clayton felt relieved. He regained the feeling in his dream, forked two pieces of potatoes and gave them to Clara sitting on the carpet.

"Clara, you stay in the attic in the afternoon and don't let strangers disturb Marietta. Give her whatever Miss Selanne wants you to hand her, but don't let her see what's in your armor."

"Clara understands."

The little devil's figure, which was bolstered by his armor, stood up and staggered upstairs.

In order to make the sound when she moved less hollow, Donna stuffed it with some hay, wool and old clothes. This method was very effective. Now, although there is still sound when armor parts collide, it no longer sounds like an empty shell.

Along with Clara, Clayton also went upstairs to check on Marietta.

Opening the door, Marietta was leaning on the rocking chair, covered with a thick blanket. Selanne and Donna were concentrating on feeding her porridge. This was not nutritious food, but it was the only thing that a comatose person could eat.

Sensing his arrival, the prostitute put down what she was doing and nodded to him.

"Mr. Bello."

"I'm just looking around."

Clayton motioned for her to cooperate with Donna and continue to do the unfinished work, while his eyes looked at Marietta's complexion.

The postman lady looked as if she had been dead for a few days when she was just dragged out of the carriage, but now she is much better, her lips are red, she is no longer trembling, and her expression has become calm, as if she will wake up at any time.

It seems that we can start again the day after tomorrow, he estimated.

"Donna, Julius needs you to be his assistant today. We are going to work in the alchemy room behind the church and we will leave soon."

Donna raised her head in confusion, her hand still holding the rocking chair at the right angle for Mary's body to eat.

"I'm not very good at herbalism. Can't he do it alone? Or can you help him?"

Clayton waved his hand: "His hand hasn't recovered yet. He's probably looking for you because he needs a dexterous person in the pharmaceutical process. As for me - he knows my skills. I can identify herbs, make some perfume and debug machines based on experience. The protective agent is okay, but if you give people medicine, it will be terrible!"

"I'll go help."

Donna didn't hesitate. After helping in the attic, she immediately went out with them.

Today, like yesterday, is a snowy day.

After a night, the houses and streets have been dyed white, the north wind is howling like a sob, and the pedestrians on the road are all wrapped in thick clothes, wearing gloves and fluffy hats. There was no smile on his face - but the last one could also be caused by recent events.

Hunters carrying guns gathered in groups on the street, whispering about the search of the compound where the priest hid the dead babies and the desecration of the cross. No one noticed the appearance of Clayton and his party.

In this pale world, everything seems empty, boring, and lacking in specificity.

No one would like this climate except vampires.

When they passed the medicine garden on the side of the church, they could see that some of the bright flowers that were still blooming before were finally covered with frost and wilted heavily.

"Fortunately, the materials we are going to use have been collected two days ago and hung indoors to dry. Otherwise, everything would be ruined now."

Julius said with lingering fear, while holding the key with one hand to open the locked door, and then pushed in with his shoulder. Donna followed him in, waited for the stove to light a fire, and then washed the grinding bowl. , Clayton came in slowly.

"Close the door quickly, I'm going to die from the cold," Julius said. He shook a pot in his hand, and there was a gurgling sound inside. The potion Marietta needed had to be prepared with spirits, but there was not much left in the store, so he waved to Donna to go to the cellar to find the stock.

"I'm worried." Clayton closed the door and turned around worriedly: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the road the day after tomorrow may not be easy to walk."

Donna poked her face out of the cellar entrance: "What will our horses do in this weather?"

Clayton was satisfied that she took the errand entrusted to her seriously enough.

"I have already told Perrault about this. He will take the horses to the barn with Frazier and take good care of them. They will light a fire for them and boil some warm water for them to drink. They will not Easy to get sick."

Donna nodded suddenly.

Everything had been planned, and the sense of order allowed Clayton to get back to work.

But for some reason, he always felt that there must be an accident somewhere else.

Ian Lazarus followed his mission and returned to his companions - companions from the past.

He reached out and knocked on the door. The door opened a crack, and behind him was Robin Hood.

Seeing that it was him, a hint of joy flashed across the other person's face, but then he was instantly filled with suspicion: "Why are you knocking on the door?"

Ian didn't know how to explain, so he just stood there silently.

His brother told him that Ace was trustworthy, but not others. In fact, they had not experienced much together, and they could remain rational enough in front of Ian. No matter how much Ace trusts him, he will still care about the opinions of other teammates, so he remains doubtful about whether he can meet Creighton's expectations.

The door closed, and the sound of the chain shaking came from behind. It was Robin Hood unchaining the door.

But Ian Lazarus also heard the faint sound of footsteps and the sound of a gun turning.

When the door was fully open, Robin Hood turned and walked back, Ace leaning against the left wall of the porch, his hands in his pockets. Kit's position was further back. He was sitting crookedly on the sofa on the right side of the hall, with only half of his body and face exposed.

The two people on the left and right were smiling, as if welcoming him back to the team, but Ian could feel that the muscles under their clothes were exerting force, the blood flow rate was accelerating, and the hidden hands were holding weapons, ready to deal with him. abnormal behavior.

He was on guard.

Ian smiled bitterly in his heart, followed Robin Hood into the foyer, and sat down side by side on the sofa.

Ace and Kit's bodies both rotated as he moved, always hiding their hands and weapons at an angle that he couldn't see. It wasn't until he sat down that they relaxed their guard a little.

Rabbit Ace showed his hands and sat across from him.

"I'm going to boil some water." Kit bared his teeth and turned around to enter the kitchen.

The kitchen was behind the foyer and behind the sofa that Ian had made, an area he couldn't see with his eyes.

Now, there was at least one person watching him beside, opposite and behind him.

Ian could not suppress his thoughts. If he was still alive, his body would be tense unconsciously and his breathing would become rapid, just like when they saw himself. But he was dead and all his nerve reflexes were gone. does not exist.

Without these energy-consuming instincts, he unconsciously put more effort into thinking about how to deal with this situation.

How to kill all those people who are trying to kill me.

Ian sat on the sofa in silence. Ace looked at him and spoke first: "You said goodbye to us last time, so I think you won't come back unless nothing happens. Tell them, they What do I want you to do?”

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