The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

There was a man hanging behind the carriage, but the coachman didn't notice. He wore a cotton earmuff and couldn't make out any sounds. When the horses showed signs of slowing down, he grunted a few times and gave them two whips. , I have no intention of stopping at all.

In an instant Clayton was dragged ten yards.

But the reason why the poor horses pulling the carts are called poor horses is because they are not fast enough.

As a retired cavalryman, Clayton had been dragged and run by fast horses many times, so he was quite comfortable dealing with the current situation.

The spinning wheels rolled him to the ground, constantly closing the distance between it and Clayton's face.

However, as soon as he lay on the ground, he quickly put his left arm wrapped in a thick woolen sleeve behind his head to prevent the rough stones on the ground from being stuck into the back of his head, and at the same time took the opportunity to take out all the things in his pocket with his right hand.

After solving all this, he unbuttoned the cuff of his left hand, stepped into the soil with his legs to stabilize his body, replaced his right hand with his left hand under his head, and pulled his left hand out of the sleeve suddenly, separating his whole body from his coat.

The carriage drove away with his clothes, and Clayton lay on the ground, his white shirt shining against the black earth.

People on the whole street were watching him, and even the clerks in the store stopped their business and leaned their faces behind the glass to look at him.

Such a blue sky.

He looked at the sky and thought.

"Mr. Bello! Are you okay?" Miss Charlotte and Donna came to him again, and the female assistant squatted down in a panic and asked, "Do you need another test?"

Clayton thrust his feet down, sprang up from the ground like a shrimp, and stood up straight in front of Charlotte.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, everything is fine, and so is the arm."

He straightened the collar of his shirt uneasily, then put his hands on his hips.He looks pretty normal now.It's just that few people in the city would wear white shirts outside.

Charlotte didn't understand why the other party felt that the arm injury needed to be checked just now, but after being dragged away by the carriage, her whole body healed.

She wrinkled her face: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I've even eaten a gun several times. A flower pot or a wheel can't kill me. You can rest assured and play, don't let the relaxing time go to waste." Clayton lowered his voice and emphasized, and pulled He rolled up his sleeves to show her his arms, so that she could believe that he was really unscathed.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the reflection of the glass cabinet, and the other people on the street behind him no longer looked at him, and his mood recovered a little, but he didn't dare to relax completely, and he was always vigilant about the changes around him. .

Such unlucky days are rare. Although it has not passed halfway, it has been unlucky since the morning.

If Athena hadn't been dead for almost a week, he probably thought that the other party had cast another curse on him.

"Okay, but we have to go to the ointment shop again later and let the doctor give you a diagnosis." Charlotte saw the reluctance on the lieutenant's face, and her attitude became tough: "This is necessary!"

"That's right, it's necessary." Donna agreed.

"I know I know."

Clayton nodded helplessly and agreed that even without deformation, his human body would be able to handle such trivial matters, and these encounters would only leave him with one or two bruises at most.

But at least they were kind.

He grabbed the purse he salvaged from his clothes and followed the ladies, looking around frequently, always ready to pay the bill and defend himself against accidents that might attack him.

It wasn't until he was between the rows of hangers that Clayton finally regained some confidence.

Regardless, ready-to-wear stores are safe.

Most of the furnishings here have no sharp angles, and there are thick carpets on the floor. All scissors, needles and threads are only placed in the back room.

He found a chair against the wall and sat down, waiting for Charlotte to choose clothes for Donna.

The topic of women made it difficult for him to intervene, and the faint smile of the clerk made him constantly recall the experience of lying on the street before. He simply turned a blind eye to these people and turned a deaf ear to them, waiting to go home after everything was over.

While he was sitting idly, a familiar voice came from the fitting room next door

"Has the elastic been tightened?"

The clerk gave the man an affirmative answer.

"But I don't think it's tight enough. After all, your place is just a small shop, that's all."

The owner of the voice sounded as if he was about to come out of the fitting room. Clayton got out of his seat in horror, and was about to find a place to hide, so as not to let the other party know that he was here. That guy is now a troublesome character.

But he was one step too late.

"Mr. Bello, how do you see Donna wearing this?"

Charlotte pulled Donna over. The latter was very happy in a new dress, but at the same time they noticed that the expression on Clayton's face was not very good-looking.

The female assistant's voice disturbed the person Clayton didn't want to see, and the young man rushed out of the fitting room.He was fairly handsome, but his dark green long hair, which did not conform to the current male aesthetics, was very eye-catching, and he carried a feminine aura that was completely different from his father.

"Clayton Bello?!"

He looked left and right, quickly found Clayton's position, and stopped in front of the lieutenant.

"How long are you going to take your vacation?"

Now that he couldn't escape, Clayton subconsciously stood up to deal with it, but seeing the other party's shocking and unreasonable dress, his worry turned into another emotion.

"Julius, why are you wearing a corset?!" the lieutenant growled.

This is a posture correction costume for women!
Julius glanced down and replied calmly, "Oh, because I want to shrink my waist."

Charlotte was holding Donna's hand, and her eyes moved back and forth between them, but she couldn't guess their relationship at all.

The presence of the corset greatly interfered with her judgment.

"Do you know each other?"

Donna and Charlotte behave in the same way but focus differently, her eyes cruising bewilderedly over the multitude of pockets on Julius's trousers, which is not a common adornment style.

"Know a little bit." Clayton shifted his eyes to the female assistant, his eyes were fierce,

The latter didn't realize the implication that the other party asked her to take Donna away at this time, and she was still waiting for Julius to introduce himself.

The mage looked at this mortal arrogantly. Not only was she weak in strength, her waist was not as thin as his.

"He is my employer."

"Why don't I know you?" The female assistant looked at Clayton, and she asked for an explanation.

Clayton held his forehead and sat back down again.

He was beginning to miss the carriage that would haul him away.

Clayton hadn't been to any stronghold of the Presbyterian Church since Channing brought him Elder Dais' reward last time.

The restrictions on the darkin there were not as effective as he thought.

Bruno's death made him see something clearly, that is, even though the Presbyterian Church seemed benevolent and loose, it was by no means a place where people like him could stay for a long time.

The senior members there are the same as Akzi, they are born dark descendants, so there is a world of difference between the concept and the newborn of human transformation.

Clayton didn't understand them, and he didn't expect them to understand him.

But he still needs to maintain a certain contact with a behemoth like the Presbyterian Church in case of emergency.

In this way, the best way is to stay away from the core affairs of the Presbyterian Church, and there is no conflict of interest, which can avoid 90.00% of their conflicts.

But there are still some connections that cannot be easily let go.
"Clayton, your niece is such a beauty." Julius finally found out about their relationship. After all, Clayton and Donna have many similarities, but they are not so cute.

"Don't touch her!" Clayton pointed at the mage and warned, "Also, take off your corset before talking to me."

Julius was not ashamed, he crossed his waist and said triumphantly: "Why? Men also have the need to tighten their waists. This is the latest trend, a fashion from Wilma. Don't you know? Oh—— It seems that our beloved Captain Clayton also has an area of ​​ignorance."

The caster clearly has an innate gift for diplomacy, but he uses it all to try to piss people off.

Clayton's forehead was throbbing with veins: "If you want to chat with me, at least when I'm not so busy, 'don't disturb the family gathering', don't you know the truth?"

"But you just need my eyes, don't you?"

Julius raised his head and pointed out Donna's outfits with his chin: "Little girl, it's good to have a cute face, but it doesn't mean you can relax. Poor taste in dressing will damage your own charm. I Her aesthetic level is enough to guide you, as well as the older lady next to you. The founder of "Lady's Cabinet" Branmey once invited me to dine with her. If you want me to say, it was really a conversation Very pleasant experience”

He babbled and began to brag to the ladies, whether true or not, about his past, and his horrible taste.

So far, Julius has shown no hostility towards Clayton's family, but the dress and choice of words have given Clayton the urge to beat him up.

Obviously, there are outdoor ways of being unlucky outside, and indoor ways of being unlucky indoors, and escaping doesn't solve anything.

Julius is the head of his disaster today.

"Let's go out and talk."

Clayton finally couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed the mage by the shoulders and dragged the thin young man out.

With the cold wind blowing enough on the street, Julius finally looked calmer, standing with his arms folded, looking less confident and aggressive.

Clayton stroked his hair back. He didn't know what he was supposed to say, and he dragged him out just to prevent Julius from instilling all kinds of wrong ideas into Donna.

Just when he was worried about how to warn Julius to keep this guy away from Donna, Julius spoke.

"You killed Akezi?"

He seemed to be asking a question, but his tone was firm.

Clayton's heart sank.

"It's a rumor that the Spider-Priest killed him, I was just closer to the firing gun. You don't think I'd be stupid enough to commit murder while he's surrounded by many of his men?"

Julius repeated as if he didn't hear clearly: "You killed Akezi."

"I didn't," Clayton said, his fingers clenched into fists.

Julius suddenly raised his upper body back slightly, and the expression on his face returned to a cynical look.

"Okay, then I'll pretend you don't have one, and I've only recently learned that the disgusting rumors about his race are not groundless, and thinking I respected him before, it feels so wow—"

The lieutenant's hand loosened.

"What rumor?" he asked.

Julius didn't answer his question: "That's not important, let's talk about work now, when are you going to give me a new job?"