Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton frowned: "But you haven't said the method yet."

"I've already said that the way is to let you deal with Athena, and I will hand over all my preparations to you." The wolf said calmly. "If you are willing to wait, come to me in the dock area in three days. If you are not willing to wait, you can do it now. I have engraved all the collected magic marks on my body, peel off my skin and put it on my body , the witch's magic will have a hard time detecting your location, and it will be no different from ordinary people. If you use my bones to make a flute, the music you play can release her mind control. You only need a knife or a gun That will take care of her."

A minute after it finished speaking, Clayton's breathing was clearly audible in the cemetery.

"I didn't expect this method." He said with some difficulty.

"The ghost said that a bastard with the same idea as me will appear recently. It should be you, right? If not, then I won't have time to find anyone else. There are not many people willing to fight witches. After all, I can't provide much reward - except for myself But the skin is not enough for the pipe. This is a good wolf skin. If you hire a good tanner and tailor and don't waste my skin, there will be some leftover to make a complete outfit. You can keep the head intact. Hang it on the wall for decoration.”

The wolf distributes his body parts with absolute glee.

In response, Clayton held his forehead and sighed. For the first time, he didn't want help from others.

"Do you know where the ghost is now? I want to talk to him."

He changed the subject to prevent the other party from urging him to take action now.

"Please, he is a ghost." If William still had a human face, it would be filled with helplessness. "If a ghost doesn't want to be found, then unless you have the ability to cast spells, you can't find him. These bastards won't even be able to find themselves in the end." The wolf spat.

This was the first time Clayton knew that ghosts were troubled like this.

"What's that?!"

"This is the death of a ghost."

Clayton was speechless for a while.

Half an hour later, Clayton returned the same way and saw the priest sitting on the roadside stone resting on the path of the cemetery.

When he saw Clayton, there was a bit of surprise on his face.

"Have you solved William?"

"It was seriously injured and I drove it outside the cemetery wall. I don't think it will appear again in the future."

Clayton didn't tell the truth, but it was better for everyone.

"That's good, that's good." The divine attendant stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no compunction about his dog eating a corpse that the public had asked the church to keep, but it had a real impact on the donations of believers, and Clayton helped them greatly.

"We will add your name to the local righteous list. As long as you are a member of our sect, we will not disturb you because of your identity."

This is the reward they agreed upon beforehand.

“A pleasure to work with.”

Clayton said nothing, tightened the collar of his coat and left.

He hurried back to see the three "subordinates" Gronje assigned to him. They had little experience in the process of violent operations. If they caused any trouble, they would most likely send him to prison.

Fortunately, both Wandering Street Church and the Bronze Horse Hotel were in the same parish, so the journey was not very far. It took him less than half an hour to return to the room he had booked in the morning.

Unlike in his memory, it was not Volentin who was sleeping on the couch, but Julius, and Julius was the only one in the room.

Before seeing him, just hearing the sound of the door opening, Julius turned his back to Clayton and spoke.

"We have arrested people. Just go to Mr. Akzi's place and find them."

Clayton was amazed at their luck and speed.

I just arranged the task last night, and I can catch the target today. This cannot be achieved by just relying on great ability.

He reached into his arms, took out the badge left by the witcher and threw it over.

"This witcher badge is invalid. You have to find a way to get it back to work."

Julius sat up after catching the badge, and his voice became serious: "Damn it, its magic pool is completely empty. You don't want me to recharge it, do you?"

He could tell what it was at a glance. Although the witcher's badge was not a high-end rare item, it was still very rare. It took a while to find a way to deal with it. The total number of demon hunters of all genres would not exceed 300. In the huge Kingdom of Dorne, they would be like drops of ink falling into the sea. They are truly rare animals.

But the werewolf didn't know about this.

"Is this difficult?" Clayton asked.

"It's complicated and I want extra pay."

"We have to go find your father. He gave us this job."

"You bastard." Julius cursed, but did not return the things to Clayton.

Clayton didn't trust him enough, so he warned, "You'd better fix it, because you're going to have to use this prop in the end."

When it comes to being a bastard, the lieutenant is not a spotless guy.

"Fuck! Why?"

"Because you're the only one among us who can use it properly."

Julius had to admit that this was indeed an irrefutable truth.

Only he is still human.

No. 15 Xiangyou Street.

Clayton found the room he used last time with ease.

Volentin was sleeping against the wall outside the door, and moans came from inside the door.

The lieutenant opened the door, but the scene in the "conversation room" was not what he imagined. The person operating the torture device was not Barbara, but Akzi himself.

The work of torture is in the past tense. Mr. Owl is not taking action now. Instead, he stands leisurely in front of Detective Hook who lowers his head and cannot see the injury. He seems to be admiring the beauty of the painting, or some kind of "ending". He turned his head when he heard the door open and saw Clayton. The feathers on his face fluffed up happily, looking round and harmonious.

"They don't want to do anything, and you haven't come yet, so I'll do it for you."

"What did he say?" Clayton lowered his head and focused on putting on his gloves.

"The record is on the chair next to him. By the way, he has been emphasizing that people from the Bureau of Land Management will come to investigate the whereabouts of himself and his companions because they signed the contract. Mr. Bello, can you solve this matter on your own? ?If you want us to help, we will be happy to help.”

Clayton stared at Akzi: "Thank you, Mr. Akzi, but I am used to working alone."

"Of course, of course, I understand."

Akzie backed away from the room, leaving Clayton and Detective Hook behind.

Clayton picked up the record on the chair, flipped through it, and put it down again.

He walked slowly to the detective and knelt down, looking directly into the latter's eyes.

"Cicero?"

The detective gasped and looked at him, saying nothing, but nodding laboriously.

"I want to apologize to you because nothing that happened next was your fault, it was just because I didn't believe Akzi."

When he realized what he meant, Cicero's eyes froze.

"Let's do it again." Clayton stood up.

Volentin opened his eyes suddenly.

Although he is destined to be unable to sleep, it does not mean that a noisy environment and a quiet environment are the same for him.

Barbara came over, carrying a piece of blood pudding, which she had just made in the kitchen here. It had a shiny surface and smelled similar to blood sausage.

She sat down next to Volentin and looked curiously at the renewed commotion in the "talking room" without raising any questions.

"Clayton Bello has arrived," Volentin told her.

Barbara stopped chewing and immediately became panicked. In her eyes, Clayton was undoubtedly a very picky boss.

"Should I prepare anything?"

"Don't ask for anything, I'm just telling you that there is such a thing."

"Oh." Barbara breathed a sigh of relief.

boom!

The door opened.

Clayton took off his gloves and stood there with an ugly expression.

"Get ready, there is a task here."