Werewolf hunting rules

When Creighton was still a student, news broke out in Gorival County. Four robbers wearing thirty kilograms of homemade iron armor robbed a bank. Even rifle bullets bounced off them. Sheriff's teams were at the bank and They faced off for twenty-two hours but failed to capture them. In the end, they had no choice but to set fire to the bank and burned the four robbers to death.

The weight of the armor was almost the same as that of the Taunton Knights, which led Clayton to always feel that they were nothing special.

Now think about it, those robbers did wear heavy armor, but it was also difficult for them to escape from the bank because of the weight. The Taunton Knights are much more flexible than them.

When a person often sees a thing appearing, he will include it as a "mundane" part of himself.

Clayton pursued the shadow of the otherworldly world, but never realized that that world was around him.

It's not just the appearance that's different that's extraordinary.

He thought about it again and suddenly felt that many of the people he had met before were very suspicious.

Take the Jaegers as an example. They can aim at a target three hundred meters away with just their naked eyes, which is far beyond what he can do.

It is said that there are sailors in Dorne's navy who can dive as deep as 120 yards underwater. Each of the grenadiers in the northern Milenti Republic is at least two and a half meters tall. There are stalkers in the colony of Loren. A strange man with a turban who could bury himself underground for three days without eating or drinking.

There must be extraordinary people in the army.

But Clayton is still not sure whether the phenomenon he has seen is supernatural or a racial problem.

After all, the limit of mortals is not a definite value.

The dwarves on the eastern plateau are stronger than people of normal height, and the pointy-eared tribesmen in the Mithril Forest have the best physical strength among all races. Different races naturally have different advantages.

But in this way, there is no way to distinguish those who have received blessings from God, and those who may be monsters like him.

He touched the thick beard on his chin and said to himself: "If there is such an international competition that allows people of the same type and size from all over the world to compare their physical fitness in sports after long-term training, maybe I can determine the limits of ordinary people. ”

But this is obviously fanciful,

The world has conflicts every few years, and the kind of international competition he wants can only be held in a peaceful environment.

Clayton abandoned his fantasy and continued to read Tritis' letter.

"Considering that your ignorance is normal, I also sent you a reference book. Basically everything you want to know is in the book. If you still don't understand something, I suggest you ask a local priest."

That's a terrible attitude, and the last thing I want to see right now is the priest. Clayton sighed.

He glanced at the cover of the thick book. The title was gilded on the old and gray black cardboard.

"Two Thousand Common Senses for Occult Lovers"

It looked so amateurish that Clayton had begun to wonder in his heart whether Tritis had sent this book to him because it took up space, and she had conveniently earned him a favor.

Cuitis suggested that it ends here.

But Clayton saw there were strange ridges underneath, so he turned the letter over.

There is a short paragraph at the back of the letter. The handwriting is a little distorted. The ink color is different from the words on the front. The writing is also very small.

There are several strange circular water stains next to the writing, which makes the paper curl and crisp.

Dry tears?

Clayton frowned, he couldn't imagine Tritis crying.

This woman probably sneezed due to the smell of chemicals while writing the letter.

He looked at the line of small print:

"By the way, Donna wants to transfer to another school recently, but there are really no good schools locally. How about Sasha City?"

Clayton's hand holding the letter stiffened, and a beam of light shone from his soul.

His mind went blank for a while, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Tritis is crazy!

Damn control freak, arrogant, narcissist. Clayton couldn't give her too many derogatory adjectives, but he admitted that she was a woman with a strong will, and the decisions she made would not be easily changed.

Although Cuitis didn't say it, Clayton knew that she always felt that the Bello family was in debt to her.

Uren Bello abducted her from the convent, and failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband. He took the initiative to join the army at the recruitment office, and then died on the battlefield, leaving her and his daughter Donna behind.

It's hard to say that her dislike of Clayton was inherited from Uren, after all, their surname is Bello.

If possible, Tritis would change her daughter's surname and never see Clayton again.

She has always been so persistent.

So what’s going on with this inquiry now?

Is she finally willing to put aside her old grudges and plan to move her family to Sasha City so that the last two blood relatives of the Bello family can meet? !

He stood up and paced back and forth, trying to cool down. Open the window again to let in some air.

When he thinks of his niece, Donna Bello, Clayton feels like a military airship equipped with a howitzer, possessing two contradictory states of lightness and heaviness.

He should be the last normal person in the Bello family, and no matter how hard you cultivate him, you can't do it too much.

"Write another letter to ask about the situation."

Even though Tritis just asked a simple question, he started to have a headache.

Although he has never met the child Donna, he should be in high school. Clayton plans to ask his female assistant Charlotte, who graduated from Thaion University, to ask about it.

Although times are progressing, many schools are still as conservative as they have been for the past two hundred years.

There are not many schools willing to admit women. As a relatively wealthy big city in China, Sasha City has several gender-neutral public high schools, which makes it difficult to choose.

As for the Holy Grail Society, Clayton swore that he would let them all see Heavenly Father within a month!

They must not be allowed to affect the security of this city.

If Donna would come.

The next day, Clayton did not go to rust the silver coins.

Charlotte will take care of everything in the store.

He was going to prepare to deal with the monitors around Joe Mani today, and then ask Charlotte about the school the next day.

The Holy Grail Society has discovered that the monitor around him has been killed, and will definitely be more cautious next time. He will try to end the matter before he resumes surveillance status here.

Clayton had met Joe Mani before, and Joe's watcher must have been there,

It's just that he can't find the unfamiliar smell among the smells floating around. And if the other person is hiding in a high place and just observing from a distance with a telescope, then no matter how strong the smell is, it may not reach his nose.

Before finding the opponent, you must first choose a commanding height to conduct reconnaissance.

And it was a bit troublesome to bring out the Conqueror rifle during the day, so he planned to operate at night.

But there is nothing to do during the day.

He went to a covert detective agency in the city's West End.

Bruno, the owner of this detective agency, is barely an acquaintance of Clayton. He has met him at the Veterans Officers Club and is also a frequent visitor to the Big Tree House. His strength and intelligence are trustworthy.

The only fly in the ointment is that Bruno developed a bad habit of drinking after the war, and his mental state was not good and he needed to take medication all the time. Therefore, there was no spare money on hand for advertising in newspapers, and the firm's business was also affected. The reputation was only spread by a few regular customers, which was quite niche.

However, the office location is said to be an office, but in fact it is just his home.

Clayton pressed the doorbell of Bruno's house and waited for a few seconds before the door opened.

The person who received him was an unknown woman.

He has a tall figure under shoulder-length brown hair, a black top hat with a large brim, a tight-fitting black cotton shirt and trousers, high-heeled boots on his feet, and an eye-catching caged rapier and short musket on his waist.

Clayton was in a trance when he saw this more masculine attire, and thought he was back in the cavalry company.

Except for the color, it was no different from the daily uniforms of the cavalry at that time.

"I'm looking for Bruno,"

The girl dressed as a man tilted her head: "He is inside, but he can't get up now."

Clayton was unsure about her relationship with Bruno, and his eyes couldn't help but be attracted to the big-brimmed hat:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Marietta, Bruno's client." She looked directly at Clayton's face without any shyness: "This gentleman, we seem to have met somewhere."

Clayton couldn't remember where he had seen her before, and this outfit would have stood out.

"I'm afraid not, ma'am."

"Forget it."

Marietta turned and walked back, and Clayton followed her in, closing the door behind her.

This wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time since turning into a werewolf.

The room smelled of alcohol and tobacco stronger than a strip club, and sweat-stained clothing and empty bottles could be seen in every corner.

Bruno was in the living room, lying on his back on a dark sofa with torn fabric and horse hair exposed. One foot was bare, but the other foot was well-clad in shoes and socks. The sleeves on both sides are rolled up unseasonably.

The hand hanging down by his side held an apple core, but his hand was as gentle as holding a bouquet of flowers.

The detective's face was uglier than that of a dead man. He showed no reaction to the arrival of the two guests and murmured: "I love Catalina, why did you leave me? The priest testified for us that our sweet marriage should never last forever." "Exhaust"

"He was like this when I came in." Marietta stood in front of the sofa and briefly introduced the situation to Clayton.

She looked at Bruno with contempt in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously circled around the handle of the flintlock musket.

Her patience is not very good.

In order for Marietta and his own time not to be delayed, Clayton picked up an empty cup from the table and went to the bathroom to get a half cup of water, then walked to the living room and poured it on Bruno's face.

"Wake up, Bruno! Caterina is a fictional drama character in "The Sanctuary of Hussites". You have no lover or wife, because no one would want to marry a lazy drunkard!"

Bruno sat up with his eyes wide open.

He was wide awake.