Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton believed he had figured things out, but more information was needed. So he called Selanie up and asked Mayor Jeffrey what he had done to her before his death. Facing him, Selanie did not dare to hide anything and told the last major life event that Mayor Jeffrey made in his life.

In fact, it is similar to Donna's guess, but it ends with the decline of middle-aged and elderly men.

It was an embarrassing thing, but now it has no use value.

After all, the person involved is dead.

Clayton no longer cared about this matter, and he arranged new tasks for others.

Donna continues to take care of the horses, Julius continues to look after Marietta with Selanne, Perrault goes to visit Padre Louis to try to get help from the priesthood, and Barbara, who has just sobered up, also has a mission.

The female vampire woke up early in the morning as her husband said and made breakfast for everyone.

But she had more important things to do than wash the dishes. The order Clayton gave her was to release Ian Lazarus from the box and continue to explore the possibility of their return to Sasha City.

The main road from Jevo to Sasha City is not long, but it is bumpy and bumpy. Even horse-drawn carriages are not willing to come here.

The vampire is faster than a carriage and does not need to rest. If Ian Lazarus exerts all his strength, he can reach Sasha City in at most one day.

However, without Julius' provocation, Clayton did not believe in the loyalty of this new vampire.

After finishing all the food with everyone in the sun-filled hall, Clayton Bello leaned his broad and heavy back on the sofa, breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered Barbara, who came to collect the plates: "Put it away." Release Ian Lazarus and ask him to rush to Sasha City with all his strength and go directly into the city. If you can enter Sasha City, don't return. You can only come back to us if you encounter an accident."

In this way, they will know whether they can go back in two days at most.

Barbara hesitated, but still moved the box brought back by Julius and Perot downstairs and opened it in front of everyone.

Inside is Ian Lazarus, folded up again.

Unlike Barbara's eyes, which remained dark red even when she was thirsty for blood, his originally bright blue eyes had permanently turned into a dead gray, as if the lake had dried up, with his face facing up to the world outside the box. like a statue.

Donna and Pero turned their heads away unbearably.

Julius took out a test tube filled with flowing blood from his arms and poured it towards Ian's lips. The blood fell on the lips and did not enter the mouth. Instead, it was directly absorbed by the skin of the lips and disappeared.

As the blood poured in, Ian's face suddenly became a little more angry, and his eyes began to move.

"Where did everyone go, Ace and the others?" This was his first sentence.

Julius grinned and moved closer to the vampire in the box: "Haha, they have gone to heaven! Have you forgotten? They listened to Chud Osmar's rumors and used holy water to sneak attack you and pretend you were Get into the box, if we hadn't saved you, you would have been killed by these old friends."

Ian's body and broken limbs twisted violently.

He struggled to move one hand out from under his body, pressed it on his face and groaned in pain.

"Why are you so unhappy? We are avenging you." Regarding the mental torture, Julius was very interested.

Those detectives had made him feel bad, and he certainly wouldn't make them feel good, even if their friend Ian Lazarus was now part of Clayton Bello's team, and the wizard felt he owed him There is no reason to get out of debt.

"No way, you lied"

The vampire with broken limbs twisted like an octopus, trying to squeeze out of the narrow space of the box.

"Tell me where they are now?!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

The wizard was not afraid of him at all. He squatted next to the box and laughed: "It's in your mouth. It's what I just fed you."

That's the by-product of destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

"Using the blood coagulation essence made by three adult men, one dose can bring a vampire who has bathed in holy water back to life."

"Julius!"

Clayton roared louder than Ian Lazarus, and the house shook.

Julius stood on the edge of the box and shivered, then turned around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not asking you to add fuel to the fire to our new guy. Just shut up when you're done and stand aside!"

The wizard spread his hands and stepped aside, with Donna glaring at him next to him.

Clayton stepped forward and stared at the vampire in the box for a few seconds, but said nothing. Instead, he waved his hand and asked Barbara to come over again.

"You come and tell him."

Mom's words always work.

Even if it doesn't make sense, Barbara can suppress him through blood.

As Barbara's hand touched his forehead, Ian Lazarus soon felt his cold brain awaken, and a sense of mission entered his consciousness with the touch - to serve Barbara.

All the sorrow and anger were covered up under the sense of responsibility, and he was no longer troubled.

The smile returned to his face.

After climbing out of the box, his limbs began to recover. He put on his hat and wrapped his face in a scarf to block the sun. He said hello to the others and went out wholeheartedly.

"I'd say this will work."

Julius praised Barbara's work, and the latter smiled sheepishly.

Donna, who had witnessed everything, glared at him, but received only a blank stare.

Clayton was not in the mood to deal with the little conflicts between the young people, because he had finished arranging other people's errands and had to go out to do business.

Some of the most important things had to be done by him.

Because he is the richest.

"Recruit ten diggers, pay 6 pence a day"

The sign was put out, and within an hour, a group of people gathered in the square. There were far more than ten of them. They all brought their own shovels, stretched out their arms, and boasted about their unparalleled strength and work efficiency, waiting for Clay. Dayton's choice.

There is not much work to do in winter. I heard that there are people recruiting workers here, and everyone is eager to notify their relatives and friends to come here.

Clayton stood on the execution platform in the square overlooking the crowd, the body of the Salvation Army that had been hoisted last night still swinging behind him.

He counted the number of people who applied for the job, feeling satisfied.

With the help of these people, he could figure out what was buried under the swamp in two days.

One of the ritual sacrifices selected by Chud Osmar has already been sent to the boat and left Jevo. Unless he kidnaps a local and draws a tattoo, it is impossible to start the ritual. Now it is up to him. Let’s find out where the “soul of the land” is and how it works on them.

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly to the crowd: "I think you are all good boys and you are all very energetic, so I will recruit five more!"

The decision prompted an even more enthusiastic response.

Clayton also had a smile on his face - until Chud Osmar walked out of the mayor's house beside the square with a group of people, including Jeffrey's wife and children, several hunters, and the innkeeper Xiao Peron.

The distance between them was less than sixty yards. Clayton could see them, and of course they could see Clayton.

After noticing what was going on here, the ugly man turned around and said something to the others. These people actually walked over together and greeted Clayton one after another.

Fortunately, except for Chud Osmar, everyone else seems to be sincere.

After finishing his polite remarks, this ugly man with sinister thoughts finally got to the point: "Mr. Bello, I didn't know you were going to do a lot of construction here. But I don't think there is any unclaimed land anywhere around here. I don't know. Who did you do business with?”

"I assume this has nothing to do with you?"

Clayton didn't like him so much that he didn't care whether his tone was polite or not.

Osmar didn't care about this little thing and just laughed: "If you are working on my land, of course it has something to do with me."

He took out a land deed from his arms. It looked exactly like the one Francis took out before, but it was much older.

"The land in the swamp happens to be mine."

Clayton's pupils swelled, almost covering half of his eye mask: "Did you get those copies of the rebels' land deeds from you?"

Chude put the documents away again and answered him slowly: "I don't know where they got it from, but those private banks are not always reliable, and it is not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen. I have warned Jie a long time ago. Mayor Free, the land deed they have is fake. For this reason, I gave the real land deed to the mayor. Mr. Perun also knows this. He has authenticated the document in my hand. It is definitely real."

Others seemed to have known about this for a long time and did not show any doubtful expressions. Pei Lun also nodded helplessly towards Clayton.

"It's indeed true."

Chud Osmar handed over the real land deed to Mayor Jeffrey after "Raven Lyle" met them, so he immediately gained the mayor's trust.

As the original holder of the land deed, Pei Lun was once again invited to verify the authenticity of the document. If Clayton and his party were still living in the hotel, he would probably casually share the news when they meet, but unfortunately, Perot's house is still some distance away from the hotel, so it is not easy for them to meet.

Seeing the reactions of others, Clayton's face darkened.

But it's not like he has no other ways to rationalize his behavior.

"I don't mean to offend, but those rebels stole something from me in the hotel before. It was a very commemorative piece of jewelry. I tortured them last night and found that the thief had already died in the battle. , the others have no idea where the stuff went.”

"It's just that before the battle, they left everything useless and left the camp. They only buried some precious things in the ground, waiting to be retrieved after victory, so I think my personal belongings should have been lost with you. Under the soil.”

"I just want my things back, isn't that too much?"

Osmar didn't think of the reason for the refusal for the time being. He looked back and saw that the others had no objection either.

Except for those of them who were in the know, no one thought this was anything worth thinking about.

For normal people, a swamp is just a piece of rotten land that cannot grow crops. It has no use if it is given to them for free. It is not a big deal if it is lent to others to dig.

Clayton Bello should be careful about the impact of his actions in front of ordinary people, and the same is true for Chud Osmar.

"Well, good luck to you then."

He gave in, but still had a smile on his face: "Of course, if you dig up any treasure, you'd better let me know. You know, it is my land after all."

Clayton agreed coldly.