The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 161
Creighton Bello was utterly exasperated to see the man who should have been at home the most.

Especially Donna dodged his fingers, she was just like the bad student in his memory who escaped the teacher's punishment.

He walked around the table and the drinkers, striding over, trying to grab the girl by the ear and bring her back, but he couldn't bear it when he stretched out his hand, so he put his hand on her shoulder and took her back next to his desk.

"Are you here alone again?" He asked coldly.

Donna lowered her head.

Now that the lieutenant had figured it out, Donna's courage to come and go alone probably did not come from her mother Tritis' teaching, but from her own character.

She was a very assertive child, but assertiveness can only have serious consequences at this time.

There are many wild beasts in the wild, and robber gangs are also emerging in an endless stream. It is unimaginable for a single girl to meet them. Clayton.

"Where do you rest at night?"

Donna looked up at him cautiously: "I will climb up a tree and sleep without lighting a fire."

Clayton took a deep breath, he felt a dull pain in his body.

"It's pretty safe." He praised without a hint of praise or criticism, and his face was frighteningly calm.

Being watched like this, Donna's eyes rolled wildly, like a cat that was accused of scratching a ball of wool.

This is what she deserves, Clayton made up his mind, and tomorrow he will have to find a way to make her remember long—not tonight, she must have a good rest tonight.

He was really confused, no matter how bad Tritis was, she was also a top student in a church school, how could she educate such a wild child?

"Mr. Bello, is this your girl?"

Pei Lun took another bottle of wine and opened the cap, looking here.

Although Clayton Bello looked a little scary, he would be a handsome man if his skin were more red, his eyes were smaller, and the black dirt on his fingernails were cleaned.

And the shape of this lovely girl's nose is exactly the same as Mr. Bello's, and the slightly curved texture of her hair is very similar.

"It's... yes, she is."

Clayton was very pleased with this view. He patted Donna's shoulder with his hand, and when he turned his head to meet the girl's returning eyes, he gave her a hard look.This is a necessary attitude, he can't let the girl think that she can get away with any mistakes she makes.

"Give her some tolerance." A drinker next to him called out. "If I had a beautiful daughter who would ride a horse day and night to find me, I'd wake up laughing."

The people around all joined in.

Clayton stood among them, and there was a friendship of drinking together for a few days, but there was no one to support him at this moment.

He looked at Donna. Although the girl did not speak, she concealed a bit of pride.

The lieutenant had to admit defeat.

"It's not an example." He said dryly.

"I swear I will do what you want." Donna replied briskly, pulled a seat from the side and sat down.

Seeing that things were developing according to their own ideas, people quickly stopped paying attention to their affairs, at most glanced at the beautiful girl, and then re-invested in the fantasy discussion of guarding against werewolves.

"Tell me, girl, what did you come to see me for?"

It was only then that Clayton remembered that he had no idea about Donna's coming. He suddenly felt guilty when he mentioned this issue, because the matter of Rewo was a little more complicated than he imagined. It will be a day or two later to go back.

But Donna's response quickly made him no longer have time to care about such petty emotions.

"On the night you left, there were a lot of gunshots outside the house." The girl recalled, although there was no fear on her face, Clayton could tell at a glance that she was telling the truth.

"I want to open the door and get out."

"Don't open the door," Clayton said firmly, even though he knew it was a thing of the past.

Donna choked: "At that time, I really wanted to open the door to check the situation, but Mrs. Rose knocked on the door ahead of time and told me not to go out. I didn't go out until daytime, but there were no dead bodies on the street, only large areas of blood. Miss Charlotte When she came to see me, she also said that there was a gunshot in the parish where she lived."

This situation was beyond Clayton's expectations.

"What does Mrs. Rose say?" he asked gravely.

Mrs. Rose's son is an active military officer. If something goes wrong, he will definitely notify his mother as soon as possible.

"She said that everything is fine, these bad guys have finished fighting, let me continue to wait for you to come back, but the next night, we heard the sound of fighting all night again."

Donna paused, noticing Creighton's eyes narrowed.

"My dear silly girl, I understand that in this situation you would want to leave, and it's usually the right thing to do, but you're a girl, not a man, and you can't walk around unaccompanied, in All the more so in a dangerous situation. But I think you not only did not tell Mrs. Rose of your decision, nor did you intend to communicate it to Lady Charlotte, but set off as soon as you made your decision, or you would not I will rush to Rewo alone today."

As harsh as this may be, Clayton did sense Donna Bello's contempt for the two women he thought could help her.

They might be friends, but Donna would never ask them for help when she was in trouble.

Such reactions were uncommon among girls growing up in Batenu, where neighborly help was the norm.

Donna was silent.

Clayton didn't intend to blame her too much, and instead mentioned another thing: "I know your nature may not be considered well-behaved, but I'm not the kind of elder who would regard this trait as a must-have for girls So, you should go through my personal belongings?"

The girl couldn't hide her guilty expression.

"I hope the gun you found is more suitable for your hand. Now you don't have to hide it. Rewo is not under the jurisdiction of the "City Law and Order Regulations." Clayton shook his wine glass.

Donna blinked significantly faster than before, and her voice was much quieter.

"I didn't have a gun with me." If it weren't for the werewolf's keen hearing, he would have almost skipped the sentence.

Clayton Bello's expression froze on his face.

This terrible fact almost drove him out of his mind, and not even family affection could keep him from blinding this terrible lapse.

He wanted to accuse Donna of being inconsiderate, but at the end of the day, he couldn't say anything, so his anger and regret could only converge into a sigh in the end.

"Listen up, Donna, although the City Sheriff's Ordinance states that no one can carry a gun in the city without a permit, but if the environment becomes dangerous and you need a weapon for self-defense, then it's time to ignore those laws Clause. No king in the world has the right to let his citizens sit and wait for their lives to be threatened. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. As long as you don’t take the initiative to kill people out of malice, I will be responsible for all your actions as a guardian.”

His earnest words made the niece nod frequently, but there was no comforting feedback.On the other hand, Julius listened intently, and even unconsciously smiled.After Clayton finished speaking, the wizard interjected, "You are quite similar to Elder Dais."

Clayton cast a puzzled look.

"However, he may be a little more uncivilized, 'I didn't make this law, why should I abide by it?!' He probably said that when he encountered a clause that he didn't like." Julius imitated The old man's tone made Donna laugh, but Clayton couldn't laugh at all.

"Don't get angry with the girl, at least she's safe and sound, isn't she?" Pei Lun returned to the counter with an empty tray. He finished another round of wine, but he was still not satisfied, and opened another bottle in front of them. .

"I can't drink anymore, there's still a lot left in the glass." Clayton shied away, while Julius next to him drank for a long time, and the water level in the glass hardly dropped.

"Let our lady have some too? Drink some wine to warm up and sleep well." Pei Lun took out another empty glass: "I invite her."

"She's 15," Creighton said.

"That's why I took beer." Pei Lun replied with reason.

Donna took Clayton's cup before they could react: "No, thank you, I'll just drink from this cup."

She took a sip proudly, and small wrinkles appeared between her delicate eyebrows.

The wine was so salty and sour that she couldn't believe it.

Julius laughed again, and he was beginning to like them.

Creighton glared at the wizard, then snatched his glass from his niece and drank it down, not giving her another chance to steal the drink.

The hotel owner quickly explained, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the other party: "Don't get me wrong, tonight's wine is salted, which is not usually the case. This bottle in my hand is still new, do you want to try it?"

Creighton had turned him down for Donna, and now a more serious problem awaited them.

"Pei Lun, you should have a room here, right?"

It was very late now, and it was not suitable to spend the night at the local people's house, especially when the men were generally drunk and drunk, and the hotel rooms were full again.The niece was 15, and Clayton wasn't planning to share a room with her, and he remembered that there was a vacancy.

The guy who stole and got hurt went to town, and his room should be vacant.

"I have an extra seat here." Pei Lun remembered that Bill was still a little sad, and he sighed: "But that bed is not suitable for such a girl, it is very simple. It is in the warehouse next to the kitchen. I A lot of cotton has been placed, but it is still not warm there, and there is no brazier there, otherwise it is easy to light something."

Clayton couldn't help looking at Julius, hoping that he would be more conscious.

Julius blinked, and then nodded his head clearly: "Mr. Bello, I already fully understand what you mean. Donna can sleep with me. I promise to be a gentleman during this time."

"I can let you share a room with Athena." Clayton declined his proposal. "Forget it, Donna, you go live in my room, and I'll live downstairs."

He gave her the key: "The penultimate room at the end of the upstairs is, don't go wrong."

Donna took the key, but seemed hesitant.

"I'm scared alone."

She seemed to want to share a room with Clayton, but the hint was rejected.

"Donna, you're 15 years old, you should try to sleep by yourself."

And Clayton didn't think she had anything to be afraid of. A girl who can survive alone in the wild said that she would be afraid to sleep alone. He would be a real idiot if he believed it.This silly girl probably stayed with her widowed mother for a long time, thinking that some means of expressing intimacy between women can work on male relatives, and this inappropriate understanding will be corrected later.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry anymore. You go to wash your face now, and then go upstairs to sleep. We can talk about something tomorrow." He urged.

Although the lobby was still very lively, it was indeed getting late.

Donna seemed to have something to say, but seeing his serious expression, she could only nod in the end.

"Knock on my door if you have anything to do." Julius reminded her, but what she got was a distrustful look from the girl.

They dispersed quickly, and Clayton was led by Pei Lun to his new bed. The environment here was better than he had imagined.

The straw is covered with thick cotton and a layer of grayish-yellow cotton cloth. Although the brazier cannot be lit, because of Pei Lun's previous investment, there are still many sheep living here. The temperature here has risen a lot.

The environment was similar to that of the farm boys in Batenu, and he had nothing to complain about.

There was some noise from the next door, but it didn't matter. Clayton sat here thinking about tomorrow's itinerary for a while, but gradually felt sleepy.

He originally decided not to sleep in Rewo's days, but now he changed his mind and thought it would be okay to sleep.

He lay down and soon fell asleep on the straw.

The lobby separated by a wall gradually fell into silence as time went by. People either went home in time when they were sober, or simply passed out drunk on the tables and chairs here.

When the last oil lamp used up the last drop of dye and the entire lobby was plunged into darkness, a slender female figure crept down the stairs.

There is no other woman here, she is none other than Donna.

She went to great lengths to keep the crunching sound of the old wood in disrepair, and she didn't even wear shoes, the price being that the cold made her pale.

Stepping over overturned bodies, vomit, and equally overturned chairs, she made her way through the kitchen and into the warehouse.

As she expected, her uncle was asleep.

Donna rubbed her hands lightly, and realized the inefficiency of this behavior, so she simply put her palms to her mouth and let them recover their temperature quickly.

This move is crucial, as low temperatures make it easier to wake up.

She approached Clayton softly, knelt down beside him, and stretched out her palms slowly like snakes, making sure to keep her voice as quiet as possible.

Even in sleep, Clayton Bello's sense of smell remains acute.

When Donna's palm approached, his nostrils fluttered a few times, but in the end he pulled away because of the familiar smell of blood relatives, preventing him from waking up.

The palm touched his face smoothly.

Donna held her breath and moved her fingers intently, opening Clayton's closed eyelids with the gentlest movement.

What is under the eyelids is not the whites of the eyeballs turned upward by ordinary people, but a blood red.

　Farm boys refer to young hired laborers who serve farmers in rural areas, usually aged five to eight, whose work usually includes collecting grain and driving away birds that steal food
　　
　
(End of this chapter)