The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 121 Bottom Up
The facts were as Clayton had first heard from the crowd of onlookers.

As Barbara walks down the street and puts up their sign, the next moment a man with a tense face is attracted by the sign as he passes by.After the person read it and asked her the reason for posting the notices, Barbara, out of some considerations, admitted that posting these notices was entirely of her own will.

The man then shot her.

After that, it was what the residents on this street saw. Barbara was seriously injured, and because there were too many people who heard the sound, she couldn't move to a secluded place to recuperate slowly without being witnessed. He could only lie down where he was, hoping that they would arrive before the sheriff.

This choice is beyond reproach.

Playing dead is also a way to do it when you have to.

"But I got some of his blood." Barbara stretched out her hand, and her fingers were stained with dried blood.She knew that Julius had a way to find people through biological materials, so she didn't let the blood be confused with her own at the most critical moment.

Even if it was attacked hastily, the vampire's reaction left the other party with some souvenirs.

"You are doing well, Ms. Ma'am." Clayton got rid of the army's habit and forcibly corrected the address.

Julius scraped off the blood, dabbed the powder on the tip of his middle finger, and snapped his fingers.With a "snap", Creighton could feel something rise up on his middle finger, but there was nothing in the perspective.

"Go here."

Julius stared at his middle finger, turning his body and taking steps, without looking at the road at all. Clayton had to stand in front of him to block pedestrians, and looked back at his direction from time to time to adjust his position.

It took them a few minutes to locate the man who had attacked Barbara.

Just as they were looking for each other, the other was also looking for them.

But after they found that person, the other party was still looking for them.

The three of them stood at the foot of the wall, looking at the militant on the roof who was holding the chimney and looking around. He was clutching his waist, trying his best to observe the street under his feet, oblivious to the later Avengers.

"Ma'am, go and remind him." Clayton waved his hand kindly: "You haven't formally said goodbye, have you?"

Barbara smiled heartily.

She put her hands on the black iron railing outside the house's fence, and with a little effort, she flew up like a soft bird. Of course, she was not a real bird, so she could only fly up to a height of fifteen feet.But the rim of the ledge offered her a second helping.

Clayton watched Barbara after her in thought as she made her move.

A year ago, this woman was an ordinary housewife, but now she is quite used to the power of a vampire.

It's not easy for a werewolf to achieve her effect. Of course, he can do it as fast as her, or even faster, but the noise it makes is undoubtedly loud enough to make everyone on the street stop and watch.

The lightness and agility of vampires are really suitable for activities in the city.

He even doubted that even if Barbara didn't work for the Council of Elders in exchange for the medicine to suppress the curse, she would still be able to live well in the city.

Just put aside morality and steal the blood of the living at night.
He looked up and thought, but someone bumped his shoulder, and turned around to see Julius' suspicious expression.

"Are you looking at her ass?"

Clayton was dumbfounded.

He raised his hand to massage both sides of his eye sockets, and sighed, "I think you can imagine me a little more noble."

"I don't believe it." The mage replied bluntly. He looked at Clayton and said, "But I went to her house to see that you are indeed more suitable for her than her mortal husband."

Clayton didn't know what Julius thought to say this, but this kind of statement didn't please him.

He asked in a deep voice, "Then would you consider finding another human being as your father?"

Julius' eyes flashed, and he offered to apologize.

"Sorry, I thought you were interested in her. After all, you always let her follow us and gave her a stick and sword."

"You are so humorous. It was lent to her, not a gift. And I will not allow the girl I miss to go to dangerous places every day, even if she wants to." Clayton no longer looked at him, just He no longer looked up.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

Barbara was carrying the man down from the roof.

It was very easy for her to go up, but it was a bit troublesome when she came down, after all, there was an extra person's weight.

Clayton stood on the ground and motioned for her to let go, throwing the man down.

After they all returned to the same height, they found a closed space to start the interrogation.

From the mouth of this Hook detective, an unexpected name appeared.

"Caroline Cules."

Clayton came out of the warehouse, chanting the mayoral candidate's name.

Of course, he had considered the suspicion of the mayoral candidates, but after some research, he knew that most of these people were under strict protection. Even if they did not possess extraordinary power, they had received holy relics and ritual blessings from the White Church .

They often go to church every other week accompanied by many people, which is not only to meet the needs of personal belief, but also to pass the divine spell examination.

That is to say, if they are not voluntary, it is very difficult for Athene Pruger to approach them.

After learning this, the lieutenant gave up his doubts about them, because he thought that the benefits that the Holy Grail Society could provide might not be enough to satisfy these nobles.

Now it seems that his ideas are still too far behind.

And Faslag, who thought he was dead, was not dead yet, and he even introduced Athena to his brother.

Clayton added another to the death list.

"Then what shall we do next? Break into the Cules family mansion directly?" Julius followed from the room.

Clayton didn't answer. The question he asked was very important. If Florentine was still following Clayton's command, they could try to do so in the silence of the night.

During the period of the mayor's election, all the forces involved in security are very sensitive. An attack by the dark descendants on the residence of the noble and mayoral candidate may directly detonate the whole situation. Therefore, if you cannot hide your own existence, act rashly Definitely not a wise choice.

The strange long ax seized last time has not yet been identified, but he is sure that the strange thing's ability can't help them.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Clayton asked back, he hoped that the mage could have some ideas.

Julius spread his hands helplessly: "I know there are silent spells, but I don't know how."

"Where did Akzi lead the team?"

"You don't mean to snatch Florentine back?"

"Can't you?"

"It's a pity that he only followed the special medicine, and you can't provide it now."

Clayton took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and shook it in front of Julius, the sound inside sounded like it was still full.

"Except for the full moon night, I have to take it, and I have reduced the amount of use at other times."

This is also a plan to adapt to the habits of werewolves.

Julius dismissed the plan without even looking at the quantity in the bottle: "Not enough. He is the most severely cursed, taking six doses a day."

"Excuse me." Clayton put the medicine bottle back.

A woman's soft voice came from behind them.

"That... if we go through the sewer, can it work?" Barbara asked shyly after wiping off the blood from the corner of her mouth. "I used to hear strange noises underground, so I went into the sewers last month, and I'm quite familiar with those passages."

"I'm worried that it has been occupied by soldiers. They promised to clean up everything in the city." Clayton's veto came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly remembered that Martin had mentioned this matter.

"There were some strange noises in the sewer, like huge animals walking in the pipes, making the neighbors restless at night."

This matter has not been resolved so far, perhaps because the military has not been free for the time being, or perhaps they are worried that the most effective musket may cause an explosion in a confined space full of methane gas, so they ignore it.

But in short, this is indeed a route that can be used.

"Of course, I think you're right." The lieutenant admitted his previous short-sightedness: "But there may be dangerous creatures in the pipeline, and we can't use guns when we go down. So you better be careful."

Julius relieved: "Don't worry, we are not used to using firearms."

The only one here who is good at and loves to use hot weapons is Clayton.

He was startled when he realized this, feeling a sense of loneliness that he was falling behind.

(End of this chapter)