Werewolf hunting rules

The next day, Clayton gathered people in the square again. The news about the corpses of ancient people dug up yesterday had spread throughout the town after a night of fermentation. Therefore, passers-by looked at them a little strangely, and there were some good people standing there. On the other hand, they are not here to accept employment, but just plan to go to the swamp with them to see.

Clayton ignored them.

If everyone pays attention to the swamp and wants to see what's hidden underneath, then his goal will be accomplished.

So this time he sent Old Perot to secretly let out the news that there was something special hidden under the swamp, a treasure that the ancestors of the Gevaux people once stopped for. Clayton Bello was actually not an antique dealer, but a treasure hunter from the city. Looking for lost items was just an excuse. He hired so many people to help dig just because he wanted to get the treasure buried underground as soon as possible.

Clayton didn't know if this rumor would work, but since many of the locals were descendants of former treasure hunters, maybe they could arouse some enthusiasm.

In this way, the excavation work late at night will be automatically contracted.

Donna squatted at the door of the town prison and glared at the guard.

She wanted to go in, but she didn't want to.

Clayton gave her the task of communicating with Pastor Lewis, but she felt this was a wrong decision.

Her communication skills are not very good.

So far, all the people she can talk to are either relatives or take the initiative to talk to her. She rarely takes the initiative to talk to people. If she fails, she will feel very embarrassed. But this was her uncle's request, and it was hard for her to refuse.

"Miss, are you in trouble?" the guard sitting at the prison door said.

When she heard him asking her questions, Donna's heart suddenly sank - now she had no way out.

"No, I just want to find a prisoner to question."

"Are you anxious?"

"You should be anxious."

The guard saw the solemn look on her face and immediately took off a large key chain from her waist: "Then I'll let him out."

"Are you so casual about releasing prisoners?" Donna was horrified.

However, what she didn't know was that there were no extremely vicious criminals imprisoned in the prison in Gevo. Most of the crimes committed by the prisoners here were minor crimes such as drunken brawls and vandalism. Incarceration was not so much a punishment. , rather it is a necessary step to sober up. Ninety-nine percent of the prisoners in the prison are sentenced by the hour, and they will basically be released after completing their sentence after sleeping.

If any prisoner really has trouble at home, for the sake of his fellow villagers, the guards will not continue to imprison him.

"It's just that casual. Who are you going to release?"

"Then I'm going to release Louis."

The guard put down the hand holding the key again and said regretfully: "Mr. Lewis can't do it. He probably killed someone. Only the mayor has the power to let him go."

"The mayor is dead."

"Then at least the mayor should be acting."

Donna said helplessly: "Then I want to talk to him."

The guard did not refuse this time and opened the door for her: "Come out early."

Donna walked halfway and turned around when she heard this and asked: "Is there still a time limit?"

"No, it just gives the lazy guys in the prison a chance to see such a cute girl like you up close, so going to prison is not a punishment." The guard turned his hat with his fingers behind his back.

Donna was a little happy, but didn't know how to respond to such words, so she simply kept walking inside without saying anything.

The prison had eight cells, and the smell was so bad that Donna suspected she was a werewolf.

The smell of alcohol, vomit and excrement lingered in this dark space.

The first few cells were full of drunkards, and they were all sleeping in the straw. They were snoring one after another. Donna took a few steps forward before she saw Padre Luis. He was locked in the cell in the center on the left. He was communicating with a young man with a bruise on his face in the cell opposite.

".I know, but I really can't control my anger. The old cripple concluded that I will spend my whole life here. He thinks I am only worthy of doing those boring things here until I die of old age."

"Child, it is certainly a sin for him to speak evil words, but the city is not as beautiful as you think, and the fire of sin is even more intense there."

"I know, but I just need a chance. I believe that I will not be contaminated by those corrupt things."

"No, I think you are not ready yet, because you need to overcome not only the superficial enemies, but also the restless emotions in your own heart. 'Whoever cannot make his heart obey will have his retribution.' You are here because of a You can't control yourself when you are insulted by others, and when you get to the city, there will only be more people who look down on you. How will you solve it then? Are you committing the same crime as me? "

".I have no idea"

Donna's pace became slower and slower. She wanted to hear the end of their conversation, but the two men had noticed her and stopped talking.

Padre Louis in the cell was sitting on a pile of straw. His energy seemed to have recovered a little. His face was still haggard, but he was not very weak, otherwise it would be impossible to talk to the young man.

But this mental state does not look like a mental disorder.

Donna began to doubt the old Perot's eyes.

"Miss, who are you looking for?" asked the young man with a bruise on his face. He concluded that Donna was not here to go to jail.

She was wearing a red cloak and a white skirt. She looked like a farm girl, but he didn't remember such a girl in the town. She must be a stranger.

Donna looked at Priest Louis awkwardly, then pulled down her hood to reveal her true face, with her slightly curly black hair hanging down on both sides of her shoulders - she hoped that the priest would still remember her.

"She came to see me."

The priest immediately came to her rescue. He did remember her. He knew she was Creighton Bello's "daughter."

Donna breathed a sigh of relief. She was a wizard and didn't know how to talk to the priesthood.

But even if there was a beginning, she looked at the people in the cells around her who were still awake, and began to consider whether the content of their chat was suitable for public disclosure.

Lewis looked calm and spoke for her again: "Your father doesn't believe what I told him?"

"us."

Donna thought for a while, squatted down and lowered her voice, but the echo was still loud: "It's not that we don't believe you, it's because there is a new situation, and he thinks it's better to let you know about it. We found many bodies underground in the swamp area , there are hundreds of mourning crosses, but only a small part has been excavated so far, and there must be more underground."

"We want to know if anything was found beneath the construction site when the local church was first established? Or were there any special ancient architectural remains here?"

The priest leaned on the straw and frowned slightly: "I can't remember everything. I don't know these things. But my alchemy room key was taken away by your pharmacist. You can go to the church's classics room through the back door. Look for local historical documents.”

"We have looked for it, but we haven't found it." The girl became anxious.

After a long silence, Louise tilted her head towards the mottled wall, seeming to be trying hard to remember where the documents she asked for were placed. The young man with a black face behind stood up and grabbed the cell fence, looking at this place in surprise. .

"There's a body in the swamp? What are you talking about?"

Donna didn't want to talk to him, so she said perfunctorily: "It's just some ancient tombs."

She didn't wait long, and Louis finally figured it out: "Adelaide and Danny came to the classics room and took away some ancient documents. Those documents may be put together. Maybe you should go to their home to find them. .”

Donna breathed a sigh of relief, the priesthood was easier to talk to than she thought:

"Thank you."

"Do you have anything else?" Louis noticed that she was still staring at him, and slightly raised his body, which was leaning on the straw pile.

"I just thought maybe you shouldn't be here. There are people who need you elsewhere."

Lewis lay back: "If this is what you want to say, then you can go. I am here to show that justice has been done. No one needs to let me out."

Donna finally understood why Perot said that the priesthood was insane, and her voice rose unconsciously: "Chud Osmar is sacrificing human lives. No one knows what conspiracy he has, which may harm the general public. You As a priest here, you should supervise him."

"Who did he sacrifice?"

"Some rebels from the city."

Upon hearing this answer, Padre Lewis simply closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

Looking at his appearance, Donna finally realized that she should have lied to him - the Salvation Army would not regret dying.

She stamped her feet angrily, pulled on her red hood, turned around, and walked towards the exit of the prison.

An old woman, also wearing a hood, walked towards me. She lowered her head and walked in a hurry. She carried a picnic basket covered with cloth in her hand. She seemed to be visiting the prisoner.

They should have passed each other, but Donna suddenly felt something strange.

She stopped decisively and took the old woman's arm.

"Who are you looking for?"

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she pushed the girl away suddenly, reached out and took out a pistol from the picnic basket, turned around and walked quickly to the prison of Priest Louis, aiming at the priest inside and pulling the trigger.

Then she was knocked upside down by Donna who woke up.

The girl yelled, and then the two of them fought hard.

This battle is not a good one, as both parties have little fighting skills, but it is not low in lethality.

The gun in the old woman's hand might be fired at any time.

Donna watched the wrinkled old face release a mental shock, and tried to snatch the pistol away while the other party was dizzy, but the woman seemed to be caught in an extreme emotion, and quickly recovered from the shock, and continued violence against her.

But no matter how the old woman pinched or twisted her free hand, Donna would not let go of the hand holding the pistol.

Then the direction of the force begins to change.

Donna felt this change as she dragged the pistol. The originally resisting pulling force dissipated, and instead the pushing force began to take effect. The pistol she wanted to fight for was getting closer and closer to her.

So does the muzzle!

The old woman changed her original mind and planned to get rid of this troublesome person first.

She stepped forward suddenly, using the strength and weight she had trained over time to press Donna onto the prison fence of the raven-faced young man, causing the iron door to rattle. The barrel of the gun gradually pointed towards Donna. She grabbed the barrel of the gun with her left hand and pushed it outwards with all her strength. She made a fist with her right hand and punched the opponent's ribs, but it had no effect.

She was not as strong as the other party, so she could only watch helplessly as the pistol was pressed against her chest.