The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

When Clayton said the same thing, he immediately remembered the secret conversation he had with Elder Daisy before he set off to hunt down Athena.

He looked at Akeqi's back, still hesitating.
During this boring time of being carried, the stench brought up a new topic.

Once Clayton started to think seriously, there were always various incidents that disturbed him. The stench of the members of the operation team was a typical example—the smell was almost exactly the same as Clayton's own.

"So you also went down the sewer?"

"We followed her all the way, so... I didn't expect that she used some means to delay our search. If we had arrived earlier, maybe we could have a face-to-face competition who can take her life faster." Ake Qi joked that his hands would lift and flick slightly when he spoke, like a professional orator.

This statement is a bit bloody, but Creighton hates Athena more, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"Have you seen Julius?"

"Of course he was wandering the sewers with a glowing stone and seemed to have lost his way, so we got him out."

"Why didn't he come?"

In order to speak more conveniently, Akeqi intentionally slowed down his pace, and maintained his speed only when he walked to the slanted side of Clayton's stretcher.

"I let him go back. His magic is almost useless against enemies like Athena, and he is not as good as a novice like Mr. Blanco. But he chose the right person this time. I didn't expect us to be behind team."

Clayton saw Julius' contribution and was willing to say a few more good words for him.

"He also helped me a lot."

"Of course, magic has its own magic after all, and there are no useless spells."

The werewolf turned his head slightly, and saw that the members of the action team in front of him were only carrying short guns and sabers, not more powerful weapons.

Although he himself only brought a revolver, it was because he couldn't get more powerful ones. The Council of Elders should be able to get long-barreled rifles and shotguns. With Volentin, they can even use explosives without worrying about being caught. Residents found out.

It seems that only Ollie Blanco has a shortened shotgun on his shoulder belt, which may be related to his novice status.

"You don't have long-barreled guns?"

"We brought it and used it. But it has no effect on Athena, and it also affects the speed of our pursuit, so I let them throw it on the road. After sending you back to the stronghold, we have to go back again. It would be troublesome to pick it up."

"That might do some gang of thieves good."

The werewolf in the overcoat said casually, and took his revolver under the overcoat. He wanted to put the weapon into the holster on the side of his trousers, but when he took the gun down, he realized that he was not wearing trousers.

When he opened his mouth to communicate, he subconsciously thought that he had returned to a civilized society, and it would be embarrassing not to wear pants in a civilized society.

It's a good thing there are no women here, he thought.

As for Ms. Barbara, it was probably some kind of mushroom-like existence that sucked blood, and the werewolf ignored her.

"Hurry up, don't let Mr. Bello's wound worsen."

Akeqi waved his hand, and the speed of carrying the stretcher by the members of the operation team increased to another level.They were already in the city center, and it would take no more than 10 minutes to reach the nearby stronghold of the Presbyterian Church.It is a gratifying thing for the seriously injured, and it also reduces the probability of being discovered by passers-by.

As their steps quickened, the shotgun in front of Ollie Blanco began to swing with the shoulder strap, and it hit the werewolf's head so hard that his ears buckled.

"Sorry, wait for me." O'Leary supported the handle of the simple stretcher with one hand, and still had enough strength to free the gun on his body, but the cloth surface was slightly tilted, and Clayton almost fell off the stretcher.

"Let me come, you just hold the stretcher."

Clayton quickly raised his hand and cut off the shoulder strap, and put the shotgun on the stretcher.

"Newbie."

Parallel to the chicken head who was in charge of Athena's stretcher, repeated the word with a smile, and everyone laughed, and Akzi opened his beak.

Clayton couldn't see the expression on the boy's face, but he knew he was beginning to appreciate that he was still wearing the hood.

This kind of atmosphere reminded the lieutenant of the time when he first joined the army. At that time, he was just as young. It wasn't until the veteran who took him was beheaded by the Taunton that his image in the army began to move closer to a serious look. , but that's not because of calmness, but because he doesn't want to say - if he gets too familiar with new people, it will make him sad if they die, but he can always make friends by accident.

"Mr. Akzi, have you ever been a soldier?"

Akeqi turned his head again: "Why do you ask that?"

"I think your actions... Well, quite organized." It's just that there is a lack of discipline, and Clayton didn't say the second half of the sentence, which may be considered an accusation.

Mr. Owl smiled calmly: "Of course not. Featherman is a natural elf, not a shape-shifter. There is no way to hide this owl's head, so I am doomed not to join the army. As for command skills, I am Learned at sea. The Presbyterian Church provided military training for the sailors serving the four elders, otherwise they would not be able to fight against the rampant pirates on the ocean. A retired captain became our instructor, and I am not counted among him The best student, but not all of his skills are useful, I think Mr. Bello must know the principle of adapting measures to local conditions."

This was the first time Akezi introduced himself. Clayton listened carefully on the stretcher. When he said this, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement, but he still had a question in his mind.

"So you didn't grow up in human society?" He asked in amazement, if goblins can't transform into humans, then they obviously can't enter schools and any companies to carry out normal life in his common sense with their alien forms.

"The goblins have their own gathering places so that we can hide our identities. I am from Gedolin, so I am from the same town as Elder Grogne."

Creighton recalled it, but to no avail.

"I've never heard of that name."

"But you must know this place. Elves are different from humans. We attach great importance to the magic power contained in names, and we will find ways to distinguish their meanings. Many things you are familiar with will have completely different names in our place. So." Akeqi shrugged: "You should know, maybe you have traveled there, but we will hide ourselves very well."

The lieutenant is interested, they are still a few minutes away from the stronghold, enough to play a small game:
"Any reminders? I want to take a guess."

"It's not an industrial city, just like Sasha City."

"Narda?" He was the first to think of the city he had heard about recently, which was almost the largest ranch in the entire kingdom.

Akeqi shook his head: "It's an exaggeration, Gedolin is not that remote. It is closer to Yaxin than Sasha City, and just like its name, there are many forests near it."

"So, Moitura?"

"No, but you guessed another goblin gathering place."

Creighton was not relieved by this windfall, he continued to guess:

"Hiboyan?"

"No."

"Wilster?"

"Not at all."

Clayton guessed a few more names, but they were rejected by Akzi one by one, which made him feel discouraged.

Mr. Owl had no choice but to announce the answer: "Well, the answer is revealed, Gedolin is Delong."

Clayton couldn't accept the result, he almost sat up from the stretcher.

"It's not fair, I said West, it's in DeLonghi."

Akeqi spread his hands: "Goldolin includes Wilster, but you can't say that Wilster is Gedolin."

This convinced the lieutenant, who lay down in distress.Thanks to this conversation, he felt that he would not be able to fall asleep after lying down on the bed for a while.

"Then, is Mr. Bello interested in introducing his hometown to me?"

"Briga, I'm from Bliga."

Clayton is playing a trick here. Like Delong, Bliga is the name of an extremely vast land that includes many administrative districts. With this name alone, Akeqi can't find the specific location of his hometown, let alone Batenu is quite remote in the whole of Bliga.

Without knowing his origin, it is impossible to threaten Tritis and Donna, but Clayton no longer feels the need to consider this.

He didn't expect that Akeqi would be easy to deal with after getting along, maybe they could become friends.

Although this guy looked down on ordinary people, some noble friends he had made in the past had similar shortcomings, and Clayton still kept in touch with them in order to expand the antique market.

Sometimes shallow friends are also useful.

"Tit for tat." Akzi also heard Creighton's counterattack, and he laughed.

"I seem to have seen the top of the tall building in our stronghold. It seems that you will be able to receive a proper treatment for your injury in a short while, and then spend a good night in the soft bedding. We still have something to do, Athena though Dead, but her corpse is still useful. The curse contained in the flesh and blood of the spider elf is also valuable. After certain rituals, her corpse will help Elder Grogne to get rid of the entanglement of the demon regulator faster. Of course, according to Rules, you can actually completely dispose of your spoils, we need to pay something in exchange for this corpse from you, after all, you killed her."

Clayton thought for a while, and decided to put aside the specific exchange conditions first, he hadn't figured out what he wanted yet.

As for a house in the city center, Athena may not be worth so much.

"The terms of the exchange will be discussed later, but before you dispose of the corpse, you must cut off her ears and give them to me."

This barbaric request made the actions of the members of the action group stagnate. Akeqi raised his eyebrows. If the dark feathers count as eyebrows: "Is this an ancient war custom? I only know that in ancient times, ears were used to settle accounts." The way of victory."

"That's not true. There was a little girl who wanted to say something to her and entrusted me to pass it to her 'ear', but she hadn't figured out what to say until I left last night, so I think It is necessary to preserve Athena's ear so that these words will come to her with certainty."

"Mr. Bello really keeps his word." Akezi couldn't help but sighed. "Don't worry, we will keep her ears for you, don't let your girl down."

Clayton lay down and said thanks. At this moment, they had arrived not far from the gate of the stronghold, and the members of the operation team slowed down because of their relaxed mood.

Clayton knew that he would be treated soon, so he consciously relaxed his body so that the tense muscles would not harm the wound.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there were still a few questions he hadn't asked, which were things he was curious about before he set off.

"By the way, how did you find Athina Pruger?"

"I promised the gentleman who helped me that all information about him will be kept confidential."

Clayton admired principled people, so he didn't ask Akezi to name that gentleman.

He asked a second question, expecting an accurate answer this time.

"Where did you get the information about the Holy Grail's collusion with Lvli Ocean? I don't think anyone knows about it except the members of the Holy Grail who recently invaded Sasha City."

"Then you are wrong."

Seeing that the stronghold is close at hand, Akeqi has already taken off his hat, which is constantly tossing in his hand, ready to be hung on the coat rack at any time:
"The Holy Grail Society and the Ledge Ocean are two independent organizations, but the former accepts the latter's employment. The invasion of the Ledge Ocean has been prepared for a long time, even before the Holy Grail Society. They are in the mine shelter outside the city Carry out smuggling transactions and buy local gangsters. If the people from the military department do not catch them all, those gangsters may even cause a riot in the near future. In the name of the trade union, the Elders will lose face. This will promote their next move .”

"However, as long as anything happens, there must be traces. The ledger of their transactions was found by a private detective, and there are code words in it, but this can't trouble us."

"Who is that private detective?"

"I didn't ask, he's tall and thin and looks like a drug addict. If you want to hire him, it's too late."

"he died?"

"died."

"I heard from my fellow sheriff that a private eye got stuffed down the chimney. Could it be him?"

When he said this, Clayton became more awake, his eyes were fixed on Akezi's high back which was filled with clothes.

"Yes, he was recently employed by Caroline Culles, and he also served the gang under the Hedgerow Ocean, which was earlier. But now he has betrayed everyone and sent the ledger to me. No integrity, no first-come, first-served rules, and the risk of continuing to leak information to others. So I stuffed him head-down into the chimney, so that his throat could only swallow the thick smoke, and he could no longer speak , Killing multiple birds with one stone, this is the most suitable way to die for such a villain, don’t you think?”

Akeqi noticed that the atmosphere was good, so he said it lightly, like shaking off a joke.

"You're absolutely right." Clayton replied calmly.

Akzi laughed, he began to feel that he and Clayton Bello had more and more in common, maybe they would become friends.

When the stronghold arrived, the members of the action team stood under the steps in front of the door, and Akeqi rang the doorbell.

Everyone looked at the door expectantly, waiting for the lights inside to come on and someone to come out and open the door, so they knew they could sit down and rest.

After pressing the doorbell, Akeqi glanced back subconsciously.

Everyone is there, there are no casualties, and there will likely be Clayton Bello.
What he saw, his pupils dilated sharply.

A violent gunshot sounded at the gate of the stronghold, and the dense shotgun pellets at close range smashed Mr. Owl's face to pieces. His clear eyeballs shattered like pudding being torn by teeth. The bullets still had power after penetrating the skull, All the blood and brains were sprinkled on the gate of this stronghold.

All those who heard the gunshot turned their eyes to the source of the sound. They saw Clayton Bello leaning out half of his body from the stretcher, pointing at Athena Prugger's remnant body and shouting. .

"She's not dead yet! It's witchcraft that manipulated Blanco's firearm! Volentin, activate your ability!"

Because of the experience of working together for several weeks, Flendingin subconsciously accepted the order after hearing a familiar voice, but in the silent field, everyone in the action team had no time to think and could not capture more voice information, they dug out With pistols and sabers, according to the last instruction heard, further damage was done to the corpse of the fallen priest.

In the panic, the stretcher was thrown and the werewolf rolled down the steps.

It was painful to knock on the corners of the concrete, but he didn't have to hide his expression when he faced the ground. It was a sadness that no one knew.

[Sorry, but I also pay attention to the rule of first come first served when making friends. ] He said to Akeqi silently.