The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 114
On the way Clayton and his party came to the transfer center, they didn't actually use horse-drawn carriages as their main means of transportation.

The distance between the city and the transit center is two hundred kilometers, which is too far.

They arrived at the transit center by train.

Although the transshipment center has not resumed work, the stations in the city and the lines in the opposite direction have been restarted.

As soon as they arrived here, they immediately went to a nearby town to borrow a carriage, and then changed their outfits and came back again.This was to mislead conductors and anyone who might spot them into thinking they lived nearby—perhaps working and living on some outskirts estate.

Even if they want to go back to the city, they have to wait for the train to resume here.

But after changing her clothes, Barbara always put on a look of hesitation.

In order to speak as little as possible, Clayton prepared for them the ceremonial black clothes for the funeral, and the one on Barbara was borrowed from him from the landlady's maid. There was no veil under the hat, which was really inappropriate Expressive people to wear.

In the process of changing the route, Clayton saw Barbara's hesitant look more than once, and he had to solve this problem near the lumberjack camp at the front of the town.

"Ma'am," he asked kindly, "are you feeling unwell?"

Barbara was distracted, her body trembled when she heard his question, and she panickedly grabbed the black gloves she was not used to wearing.

If she hadn't been a vampire, Clayton would have thought she was just hungry, and the smell of the woodcutters' pots was the trigger for her expression.

"I'm just" Barbara lowered her head uneasily, rubbed her hands, and paused for a moment before finishing her sentence. "Can I ask what's in that box? There's some weird grit coming out of it just now when the car was jolting around, and they scare me. But there's also kindness, like a dignified father, sorry, did I mean Too many?" She raised her head in doubt and embarrassment.

"I think it might be the corpse of a vampire of your own race."

Clayton had a weird face. He seemed to have figured out what the ax was for, but he still didn't know the purpose of that vampire's existence.

But that's just a guess, he still needs to solve the current goal.

Detective Hook's new additions aren't going to be put in the city, he's going to kill them.

Although there has been no news of new visitors from the owner of the Bronze Horse Inn for many days, Athena Brugge knows some weird spells after all. If she finds out that the detectives of the Bronze Horse Inn are not only missing, Then she might leave a signal for the new detective in a way that Clayton couldn't detect.

Kill these detectives before they get off the train.

Not too early, not too late.

"Why are we transporting a vampire's corpse?!" Barbara was frightened, her voice short and shrill.

"Because it might come in handy."

Clayton's yellow eyes narrowed because of the sudden noise, and his tone was a little impatient. He was becoming more and more sensitive to external sensory stimuli.

Seeing his expression, Barbara lowered her head and put on the gloves, and didn't ask any more questions. She was worried that her questioning might lead to a more terrifying answer.

Four days later, in Cules' mansion.

"Diesel, have you really sent a message?"

Athene Brugge sat on the chair with difficulty, and Diesel thought that this physical decline had something to do with her pregnancy development.

A week later, she changed her body again, it was like a crude mold covering the body, and there was a light green skirt outside, but the swollen abdomen was not only difficult to cover up, but also became more eye-catching.

This rapid fecundity alarmed the detectives.

"It only took three days for the railway overhaul in Sasha City, and it is impossible for accidents to delay them for that long." Detective Diesel replied firmly. "Since they have not arrived, they are dead, like our companions who stayed at the Bronze Horse Inn."

Since Cicero did not return in the end, they asked Spider-Priest to perform a divination.

Divination is not Athena's strong point, but she has a lot of ways to replace it.After paying a certain price, the Hidden One of Hell brought news of death.

She didn't feel pity for the news that time, and it was the same for this time.

"They'd better be dead, otherwise it's a breach of contract."

Athena chewed her blond hair in disgust, and her bloodless lips, the joy of childbearing suffered a major blow in labor.

She originally planned to wait for a helper, but the other party was late, and she had to choose to give birth in this dangerous environment. In order to speed up the progress, she devoted a considerable amount of energy to catalyzing the birth of new life.

For this reason, her four humoral balance was disrupted.

"Then have you found the information about the werewolf?"

"Not yet. We asked the people around his shop, and they didn't know much about him. He hid his past very well. If we want to explore further, we may have to venture closer to his residence."

"Trash," Athena said.

Diesel was not angry because of her rude words, but said sincerely: "Ma'am, if we want the contract to continue now, we need you to fulfill your promise and provide intelligence assistance, so that we can provide better services."

"It's always like this, isn't it? Always asking, bad boy who doesn't want to understand adults."

Athena looked at the void and whispered nervously, transparent saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Sorry ma'am, what did you say, can you repeat that?"

Diesel looked at her suspiciously, while his right hand silently reached for the pistol.

The cooperation between them is based on the legitimacy of the contract, but this connection is faltering with the emergence of external crises.

Regardless of whether the country witcher's criticism of the Holy Grail was due to personal prejudice or not, these surviving detectives have firmly believed that Athena Prugger's identity as a woman and a monster has added double bad luck to them, just like they once did. Like the unspoken rules rumored when serving at sea.

Even if Athena didn't do anything unusual now, Diesel would still be extra vigilant against her.

The change in the attitude of the other party is also the fuse of the detectives' rejection psychology. This woman's contempt for them is becoming less and less embellished.

"Ah, please forgive me." The spider priest's pupils focused on him, and after about half a minute, her expression returned to normal again, her tone was completely different from before, and she became polite again: "Pregnant woman Always sentimental, and I'm no exception. In these days, I occasionally think about the past. Thinking of my poor children who died young."

"I can understand."

Diesel said, but with his right hand on his hip, to ensure that his right hand could quickly draw the gun at any time.

The monster only let him enter the room alone on the grounds that he disliked the noise. If an accident happened, he would at least fire a shot to remind his companions outside.

"Are you married?" Athena tilted her head to look at him.

The question caught detectives off guard.

He thought for a while, and replied: "I was married once. But my wife and children left me long ago, when I served in the military. Well, the church allows us to divorce, but our status may not be the same. When they get divorced, they are more like missing."

The priest hung his head and sighed with joy: "That's a good thing, babies will make you miserable, those little beasts"

This exclamation immediately made Diesel realize that something was wrong: "I thought the Holy Grail Society also believed in the Heavenly Father, 'Love your own children as you love yourself.' Isn't that what the scriptures say?"

He thought that even if Athena was a monster, she didn't need to appreciate the noble and pure qualities of newborns like humans, but at least she should be kind to her children.

The spider giggled, and the body leaning on the back of the chair looked extremely thin: "Stop talking nonsense - I believe in the Heavenly Father and those little beasts have nothing to do, only your heretical church believes this. Not yet born They are going to take away the power of their mothers, and they are born with such an ugly, ignorant and stupid appearance, unable to even respond to the call of love, nor can they meet the expectations of me, their life giver. This Isn't it real evil?"

"Then why did you impregnate yourself at this stage? To torture yourself?"

"Of course it is to satisfy the divine nature bestowed upon us by the Heavenly Father!" Athena placed her palm on her abdomen, and the flesh and blood there suddenly began to squirm.

Diesel realized the strangeness of the priest, and while he was verbally perfunctory, he reached for his gun and pulled out his gun, but his revolver seemed to be glued to the holster, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

Athena seemed to be unaware of his attempt, and continued to answer his question: "Of course miracles have a price, even the heretical churches you believe in, but they conceal the source of the price. Only obey yourself Only by our natural nature can our strength and lifespan be fully increased. Have you ever seen a person who keeps suppressing his own nature but still has a healthy body? My nature is to give birth, and it doesn’t matter even if I don’t have healthy children, as long as the child Once the beast is born, I can regain my strength and even grow."

This weird statement made Diesel more certain of the current situation, he simply tore off the belt around his waist, and waved his hand towards Athena with a leap forward.

After joining the Hooker Detective Agency, he became a student of the way of the blade, and mastering various weapons is a necessary homework in daily life.

The belt is as sharp as a long whip in his hand, and even because of the added weight of the copper buckle at the front, if it is hit on the head, it can knock down a 180-pound man who has been trained as a boxer. Tried many times.

The belt hit the spider priest with a whistling sound, and the wave-like undulating lines accumulated kinetic energy, waiting for a smooth release.

If he could hit the head, he believed that this injury would directly abolish the opponent's ability to cast spells.

However, the metallic luster on the top of the buckle stopped about half a foot in front of Athena's face, and then began to retract. The strong kinetic energy only aroused a gust of wind, slightly stirring her long golden hair.

Thick white threads grew from the shadows and climbed up Diesel's legs, trapping his hands and feet in a sticky construction.When he fell to the ground, he had no choice but to count the grids on the floor, only to realize that he had been disturbed by spells since he entered the room.

His own location did not match what his eyes saw, and Athena Pruger's actual location was also further away than what he saw.

The opponent had already planned.

"You too, Diesel, you are as evil and useless as a newborn child." The spider's tone was even sad: "I knew this when I first saw you. People who kill people for money What is noble about existence?"

She opened the clothes and showed him the new skin on the outside.

The lower abdomen has long since returned to flatness, even a little sunken. The raised part he saw before was just a disguise of flesh and blood clay.

Diesel knew immediately what she had been doing during the time she had sent them out.

The way he looked at Athena Pruger was no longer as if he saw the devil, but as if he was looking at evil itself.

"However, I do have a lot of expectations for this child. It's a pity that your people failed to send Master Anriel safely, and you are unable to maintain a safe environment. And I can't wait to know the final result , so I found a way to meet it in advance." She pouted her lips, feeling extremely wronged: "It still failed, it is not normal at all."

"You lunatic, it's you who is abnormal!"

Diesel struggled vigorously in the spider web, he deliberately made a lot of noise, but there was no movement outside the door.

The demon's spell cut off the space on both sides.

"Whatever you say, I'm not here to discuss, I'm the one who makes the decision."

Athena's eyes looking at the detective at this moment are full of innocent and simple emotions, which is the love of food: "The unnatural way of giving birth has made me weak. Since you have not played a role, you might as well do it for me." I added some nutrition, as a superhuman, I think your medicinal value should be higher than that of ordinary people."

Diesel calmed down and stopped trying those useless struggles.

He just looked at the priest calmly, and met its eyes:

"Monster, if you dare to break the agreement, the firm will trouble you."

The beautiful spider sitting on the chair looked back at him with eyes that could accommodate everything, and a little bit of love finally sprouted in the pupils.With the imbalance of body fluids, Athena seemed to see a few familiar faces on the other party, the child she first fell in love with.

Young faces matched with different torsos, either mediocre or deformed.

What a nostalgia.

"Maybe, but let me tell you something, Diesel. Don't say 'yes' to anything that hasn't happened yet."

She got off the chair, and in the process of approaching, several pairs of sharp knife feet pierced the skin
(End of this chapter)