The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 125 Assassination Again
They lost the direction they came from, but because they had walked a long way before and were very close to the target, they quickly returned to the right path.

This is not a difficult task.

The old mansion inherited by the Cules family occupies a large area. Even if they took some detours, it is only to the extent of "going from the garden drainage system to the toilet drainage system".

Fortunately, they did not go wrong.

In the garden in the middle of the night, the cold moonlight shines through the hollow and leaky slate, and casts long strips of light on Clayton's face below.

He pushed his way up, leaning against the stone slabs and listening, finally making sure that the garden was unguarded at the moment.

So he pushed the slab back and crawled out of the narrow surface tunnel, followed by Barbara and Julius.

They are still stained with irritating liquid, and the color is quite bright, if they want to enter the interior of the building, they will definitely leave traces.

But it's already here, and it doesn't matter if there are traces left.

They had not come to kill Caroline Cules.

Clayton tapped the ground with his left toe, dodging a possible counterattack to the left like a fencer holding a shield.

The beauty seemed to find Clayton from the reflection in the mirror, so she smiled sweetly at the mirror.

Clayton's footsteps stopped for an instant, and he spread his arms to prevent the people behind from moving forward, and then dragged the two of them to hide on the side of the stairs.

Clayton had no intention of communicating with the other party. He pulled off his coat with his left hand and threw it over. While blocking the other party's sight, his upper body leaned forward and sprinted forward. The blade of the cavalry knife arrived almost at the same time as the coat.

As the door gradually opened, he saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him.

Caroline is indeed one of the richest businessmen in Sasha City.

"I see." He agreed, but still had doubts. "But why is the hall smelly? Didn't you throw away the swill?"

"Hmph! Just let him know. I have to hide from my servants when I go home. What kind of rule is this?" The person behind complained. Although he tried his best to keep his voice down, Clayton Still recognized him all at once.

This guy can't die yet, let him pay the price privately, and he can be easily found on him afterwards-it's better to send him to the military with the proof of his survival.

The architectural structure here is the country villa that Clayton is familiar with, but the layout is too luxurious. From the moment they entered the door, they saw many expensive furnishings.

Clayton stepped on the carpet silently, gently holding the doorknob and twisting it.

He knew that all the Public Security Bureau could do in cases where it was difficult to find the murderer was to increase the reward.And if Caroline Cules is actually unwilling to publicize his relationship with this foreign woman, it will be easier for them to get away.

She was wearing a white nightdress, with scattered blond hair piled on her shoulders, a quiet beauty was reflected in the mirror, and a black candle was lit in front of the mirror to provide lighting for the room.

This move killed several Taunton soldiers who dared to pursue him.

But at the moment when the angle shifted, he saw the light and shadow in the direction he was slashing distorted, and the scene began to shift.

The light source moved on the stairs, printing two figures on the wall that Clayton could see.

What I just cut was a mirror!The enemy is behind!
Clayton didn't hesitate, turned around again, and swung his arm backwards first.

They went upstairs to search together, and when they approached a room on the right, Julius sensed something, stopped very nervously, and silently pointed to the door beside him to Clayton and Barbara.

A slender shadow walked in front carrying a lantern, and the people behind stopped for a few seconds when they reached the middle of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, as if they really didn't want to leave.Noticing his movement, the shadow in front also stopped, turning around to break the silence.

Snapped!
The huge mirror fell down, but was caught by the soft carpet without breaking or making a sound.

It's too late until the witch sings the spell!
Without any resistance, the curved blade sliced ​​through the fair neck, but the touch didn't feel like flesh and blood.

Clayton was not affected by this smile. Before Julius and Barbara could react, he immediately pulled out his cavalry knife, strode across a distance of nearly five yards, and chopped at the beautiful head without hesitation. .

On the black candle body, the white flame burns quietly.

The old voice sounded again: "Sorry, young master, the servants must be lazy again. My eyes and nose are too old to monitor them. Maybe it will be beneficial to find a mistress for this mansion. There hasn't been one for a long time. The hostess has coordinated the housework. I will find an opportunity to persuade Master Caroline later."

Thanks to the servants for their careful maintenance of the door hinges, there was no sound at all when the door opened and closed. The lieutenant saw the light coming out from the gap, and immediately slowed down his hand movements, so that the possible creatures in the room could not hear him pushing the door. sound.

They searched quickly, but found nothing in the three rooms on the first floor,
There were no traces of use in these rooms, not only the bedding, but also the tables and cupboards were empty.

"There are mana waves in it," he said lip-synch.

When he turned around and stood still, he saw the blond woman standing some distance away from him, leaning against the dressing table against the wall and not stepping forward, still smiling.

It's Faslag, the guy who cooperated with the spider priest to create a suspended animation!

Must do it now!

Once they got into the building in black, they'd have to hide Julius' glowing ore from the guards or the night-rising servants.

"Could it be that Caroline took all of them to the dinner party? Because of this, he revoked all the guards around me?"

The lieutenant thought for a while, and then made a decision to go upstairs and continue the search.

The light of the lantern moved again, and the two walked towards the front hall.

If he hadn't been induced by this guy, he would have been able to find out about the Cules family.

Only the fat boiled from the corpses of felons can be used to make black candles.

Fasslag turned his head to the right, trying to find the source of the stench in the aisle to the right of the handrail.

They walked lightly to the stairs covered with long white wool carpet, but the warm yellow light was shining down from the folded corner above, and there was the slight sound of shoes rubbing against the wool.

"Where are those Hook detectives? Didn't my brother pay them a sum of money? Why did they all leave?" Faslag didn't continue to move, but continued to look at the butler suspiciously. The old man had watched their brother. The two grew up together and have served the Cules family for over 30 years, so they are absolutely reliable.

Moreover, black candles are important props that are only used when the fallen priesthood holds a black mass to summon the devil.

From the very beginning, his actions were seen by this woman.

If he let them know that he was being tricked by this idiot, not only would he have an accident, but Caroline Coules would also miss the post of mayor.

Clayton was very concerned about the stability of the night. Before he acted, he did some simple investigations on Caroline Culles. Most of the old man's situation had been published in the newspapers.

"Master, you have to leave quickly. If Master Caroline knows that you are back, he will be furious."

In view of the three-story structure similar to that of a country house, the guest room should be on the ground floor relatively away from the bathroom, and the servant's room will be in the basement.

The crystal chandelier above the foyer is still shining even when it is not lit, the white marble steps are as simple and elegant as ivory, and the handrails are coated with a special layer of lacquer, which gives it an amber-like golden luster on its surface. There is also a huge piano placed in the center of the vestibule.

There are no more than twenty rooms in the entire building to be searched.

Clayton looked at Julius at the door of the last guest room, hoping that the mage could give him some enlightenment because of his special perception, but Julius just shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go upstairs."

It may be ridiculous to say so, but apart from Clayton, no one actually cares about who Athena Pruger is and what she did, so even if she is dead, the Public Security Department will devote quite limited energy to it. Not worried about follow-up after the fact.

"The task entrusted to me by the master is to assist the two young masters in marrying the right women. Witches are obviously not included in the standard, but I think Master Caroline has a sense of proportion."

"He better have."

The deadline for the final election is approaching. During this period of time, Carolin must not be at home, but actively participates in various activities to win votes for himself, and he has been busy with his career and has not yet married, so there will be no so-called hostess. Only one or two mistresses at most.

The portraits gazing at strangers on both sides of the corridor terrified Barbara, a decoration that the Presbyterian stronghold did not have, but after she got used to it, she kept looking around and shaking uncontrollably.

Faslag stood where he was, and the three who were hiding heard his heavy breathing.

In the blind spot below him, the three people who hid were motionless. They all had methods of controlling their emotions or holding their breath for a long time, so as not to let the sound of breathing reveal their existence.

After his journey down the sewers, he knows exactly what he looks like now.Even if he was originally a handsome man, there would be no slutty woman willing to have a tryst with him at this moment, that would not only require enough sluttyness, but also courage and hobbies that are different from ordinary people.

When the light dimmed after they turned the first corner, Clayton walked out from the corner, looking at the direction where Fasslag disappeared, his black blade-like eyebrows furrowed.

The beautiful head rolled down from the elegant neck, and Clayton grabbed the hair and hung it in the air.

But the blade swung again.

"It's up to you, just don't be that woman, she slept with me not long ago." Faslag turned his head bored.

Fasslag's death caused a lot of commotion in the military headquarters, and even affected the relationship between the people in the city government and the church. Although Clayton didn't pay close attention to their movements, he knew that they were preparing for the funeral and It took a long time to communicate with Carolin to formulate the posthumous treatment of this former officer.

The lieutenant is also a magistrate, so he has a certain understanding of the internal situation.

Clayton put his hand on the cavalry knife, but quickly relaxed, just leaning against the side of the stairs, listening more intently.

"Don't blame him, he doesn't trust those people." The old voice said helplessly. "He thought it would be a good thing for you to stay in the country. There are too many eyes staring at him here."

"Welcome," she said, her voice strangely sweet.

The mage did not find traces of secret doors and protection for spells on this floor.

He heard Faslag's words and was eager to confirm whether Athena Brugge was really not here now.

As the coat slid down the woman's face, the blade of steel sliced ​​right through her neck.

Clayton thought with ease, and walked towards the dark silhouette of the mansion in the shade of swaying trees with muddy steps.

He knew very well how strong Clara's vitality was, and her mother, who had a deeper demonic power, would only be worse than her, so it needed to be destroyed again.

Although the hair was lifted, the human head seemed to feel no pain, and the smile was still bright.

"Welcome," she said.

In the next second, the head exploded.

(End of this chapter)