Werewolf hunting rules

Philip's affairs at the ball were not over; a proposal was not enough.

He was troubled and passionately involved in the distribution and coordination of benefits, and had no time to watch the performance of Caroline Culles.

He and these gentlemen would burn the whole night distributing benefits and responsibilities.

Meanwhile, Clayton arrives home.

Detective Hook's belongings were taken home by him, and the cash and weapons were shared equally with the others.

The combined cash of these detectives does not exceed fifty pounds, but the weapons are quite sophisticated. Clayton suggested that Julius and Barbara practice more with the firearms to match their abilities and maximize their combat effectiveness.

But Clayton no longer thinks about these things. He hasn't slept for more than half a month, and now he misses that feeling.

Not tired, but the illusion that I can finally let go of everything.

Replenishing energy by eating alone is not always a good thing. It means double the mental pressure, and many bad things cannot be forgotten.

He had to learn to sleep again.

But there is something to take care of tonight.

Clayton patted the soft mattress with nostalgia and sat there for only a moment before picking up the suitcase from the floor and taking it to the study.

The documents Detective Hook had brought with him still needed to be examined by him.

While working, he let Clara out of the fish tank to breathe, and she could be a chat companion to relieve boredom.

Clayton didn't just read through those documents and then finish. He needed to take notes and analyze the action patterns of these people in order to formulate follow-up plans.

This is a good habit he learned from an artillery officer who liked to write and draw.

Under the gaze of the blonde girl, he flipped through the documents easily.

In addition to Detective Hook's funding application report, there are also some clerical work-related content, such as the land environmental survey information submitted to them by Sasha City civil servants, and the suburban topographic mapping content conducted privately by the detective.

It can be seen that Hook Detective Agency is seriously considering opening a new base in Sasha City, and it is very uncommercial.

In the several areas where these detectives focused on measurement, the local slopes were higher than those of the surrounding areas, and traffic factors were not well considered. Moreover, the area of ​​​​the ground they enclosed was extremely large, even exceeding the training ground of a battalion - Clayton's algorithm also included the shooting range.

They don't want to rent land, they want to buy it.

The difference between the two is that the former cannot carry out destructive construction on the land, while the latter can.

The terrain selected by Hook's detectives was more suitable for building a military fortress than commercial land.

Although Clayton was a cavalryman, he could see at a glance what the advantages of the land they picked were-high-sloping hills, bordered by forests. Although it was not within the scope of this map, Clayton knew that there was a stream running through it. It is very convenient to get water nearby, and the water source is far away from the river mouth and is located upstream where it will not be polluted.

These detectives are trying to prevent unknown forces from attacking them.

But this is indeed a normal thought, after all, that’s what Clayton did.

Combined with the funding application form drafted by the detectives, he basically confirmed that there were no lies about what they told during the torture.

Interestingly, the most skilled witcher among the Hook detectives did not bring any valuable company documents. He only brought a diary.

Clayton flipped through it out of interest, expecting to find something about the training methods of witchers or the learning of simple spells, but there was no such thing.

This witcher seems to have started learning to read not long ago. The very beginning of the diary was written in the spring of this year. He wrote a self-introduction seven times, and none of it was free of typos. The rest of the content was also about the weather and the day. The descriptions of food are recorded more frequently at the beginning, and the time between writing diaries later becomes longer and longer. In the longest case, it reaches one article every half a month, but the accuracy of wording has greatly improved.

Especially the latest diary, the content is different from the previous ones.

When Clayton read this text, his spirits were lifted.

"That woman made my badge vibrate. She also realized this, but she didn't care at all, and showed me an extremely evil smile. Of course I will not be fooled by her appearance. She is a monster in human skin. ! I began to regret it, why did I take this task? The firm actually signed a long-term contract with the organization behind this woman. For money, did they not even want their souls? "

"She took the other brothers away. I don't know what kind of situation they will end up in, but I am sure that as soon as the cooperation ends, they will not be afraid to kill us like livestock. This is what my ancestors and teachers did to them. In return, they will! There have been more and more of these monsters recently, and it’s hard to say that there isn’t some conspiracy brewing.”

"I told my companions about her identity, but Sotoka didn't believe me. Danton believed that those papers written only with pen and ink would have the same binding force on them as humans. As long as they give money, they are still customers. They are only interested in profit. Guy! I have no choice. Fortunately, I already know the function of the strange object that the woman asked us to send, which will help reveal her true identity. Because only parasitic monsters and those druid shape-shifters can Use it."

Werewolves are also shapeshifters.

Clayton suddenly became very curious about the strange object that the detectives were about to transport to Sasha City, but there was no answer in the diary.

"I will get away, but before that, I must guard against that monster coming back to contact us and instilling those dangerous and corrupt ideas. Or eviscerating us in the dead of night. From now on, I will stay up all night, using The awakening potion lasted for a while until the following brothers arrived here. This may be my last mission, unless the boss changes his mind. Although there is more money in the city, it is no better than in the countryside. "

Seeing this, the lieutenant regretted letting the demon hunter die, even though he did not do it himself.

"My arrows are ready, but not close. The forest is dangerous now, and those government officials told us that the soldiers are clearing out those disgusting dark creatures, so there is no way to go there to collect medicine. I will think of something tomorrow. I can get some aconite from the drug store to put on the arrowheads, but they probably won’t be willing to sell me, I don’t have much money left.”

The handwriting stops here. The time of this diary entry is yesterday.

The demon hunter, who was determined to deal with the Spider Priest, was waiting, but Clayton and his team were waiting.

However, they really couldn't win this fighting power. It can be seen from the diary that this demon hunter discriminates against all dark descendants equally. As long as he found out that they were monsters and the office had no mandatory tasks, he probably wouldn't mind recruiting his companions to reward them with a few bullets.

Clayton felt very sorry for this attitude. He felt that he was still a good person.

Putting down the file, Clayton played with the badge and hidden arrows removed from the dead witcher.

The badge was still vibrating at first, but it stopped after an hour.

Clayton believed that its operation also required the consumption of some kind of energy, just like electricity, but machines that lacked power could be solved by generating electricity, but this badge did not know where it could be recharged.

It may be useless for him to carry this badge, but Julius can take it to Athena Bai Luge, after all, the young mage is still human.

Putting down the badge, he turned around and picked up the astonishingly powerful sleeve arrow device. The silver metal body is like several drawing compasses cut together, but no longer than 20 centimeters. There are several exposed gears to adjust the tightness of the strings inside, and the width of the special arrow slots, as long as the length is not excessive. , most slender objects can be stuffed in and used as arrows.

Clayton hung his and Clara's dinner beef on the doorknob, strung the quiver, found a pencil and stuffed it in, then stood on the other side of the room and pointed it at the beef to activate.

From a distance of seven yards, the pencil plunged into the beef.

He brought the beef back to the table and confirmed that the mark was more than two centimeters deep. Because what he took out was hard frozen beef, it might pierce people deeper.

It's amazing that a mechanical device less than ten centimeters long can accelerate an object as light as a pencil enough to kill someone.

Hearing the sweet sound of the mechanism's springs relieved the pain of the wounds on his face.

Even a peaceful man will not lose his preference for weapons. With this almost silent long-range weapon, he can kill targets in the busy city during the day.

Clayton played with the sleeve arrows for a while, but suddenly found that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. At the same time before, Clara showed the ability to keep talking - although she didn't have many profound insights.

He stared at Clara, who frowned and thought about something sadly.

This expression should not appear on the face of a little girl whose mental age is no more than ten years old.

"What is Clara thinking?"

He tore a piece of beef and put it to the head's mouth. Clara answered him vaguely while chewing: "Clara is trying to say something to her mother."

Clayton was taken aback and stuffed a piece of raw meat into his mouth: "This was already a topic early yesterday morning. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Clara can't figure it out"

It could be seen that Clara was really distressed as she looked at the werewolf with her innocent blue eyes.

"What would Clayton say to Clayton's mother?"

Clayton almost choked. His parents had died long ago.

But Clara didn't know this. She probably just wanted to ask her relatives what topics they would talk about after they reunited.

But it is a pity that Clayton is also a person who is not good at words. For him, the topic is mostly related to food, either what his mother will cook for the next meal, or the novel snacks he brought back to share, or else he will immediately participate Go into labor, help herding sheep, milking cows, etc.

He tried his best to recall what Wu Lun, who was good at literature, said in this situation, but he was too embarrassed to say it out.

He is indeed not the kind of person who can express his emotions. Wu Lun's way is something he can never do. Whether he expresses his emotions in a straightforward or modified way, he will feel ashamed.

"I'll ask her, what's for dinner?" Clayton finally said it to Clara in despair.

Clara's eyes widened with an expression of great surprise, but she did not laugh at him.

"Clayton, don't you have to cook for yourself?"

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