The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 166 Selfishness
If there was any friendship between Clayton Bello and Winston Jean Stewart, it was that they had been reluctantly in the same unit.

That was when Clayton had just joined the army. The officer above tried to unite the soldiers in the way of fellow countrymen, so he divided the same ethnic group together, but he obviously failed to figure out how long people of different ethnic groups were. What, mistakenly put the Bello brothers, a pair of mixed blood of Mansi and Nambriga, into a group of Northern Vomor troops.

The Fomor are a nomadic people in Dorne. Although there are also black-haired people, their living habits are completely different from those of their Mensis brothers.

Winston is a relatively normal one among them. He is decent, but he is a little too naive. His aristocratic background has also become his arrogance, which makes the Bello brothers stay away.

Later, Clayton transferred to the Torrent Guards, but I didn't see him again, but I heard some rumors about him before leaving the army.It is said that because of his refusal to obey orders, he had a conflict with the chief, so he was stripped of his military status and sent to prison, losing his honor and money.

"No way, I always have to eat, Sasha City is a good place." Winston replied him.

Clayton looked at him again. This was not what the former Winston would say. It seemed that after being in prison, this person was quite different from the past.

"This is really well-motivated, but it's not a coincidence. So what do you want me to do?"

"The necklace that Big Paul sold you does not belong to him. According to our rules, it is the property of Easter Island. Our leader sent a message asking us to take it back." Winston looked at him: " So, I hope you can return that necklace."

After seeing the acquaintance, the Second Warrant Officer's tone was quite friendly, but his two subordinates moved on their own initiative and surrounded the uncle and nephew.

Clayton sighed, he especially didn't want to mention that name in front of Donna.

"What if I say, I'm an official member of the Presbyterian Church?" He still had the green handkerchief with him, and he showed it right now.

He heard Winston gasp in annoyance, and the two grave robbers looked at each other.

Paul the Great said that Easter Island is under the protection of the Presbyterian Church. Clayton remembered this, and the effect of the statement at this moment is remarkable.

Winston was silent for a while, and then said again: "I need to write a reply to our leader and ask him."

"It seems that you have not changed much." Clayton commented, he looked at his old colleagues calmly: "Stop thinking about applying for reports or anything, I suggest you go home immediately. Whoever wants to ask me It won’t be too late to buy or sell this necklace when I return to the city.”

"Where can I find you?"

"47 Lemon Street. By the way, is Paul still alive?" the lieutenant asked casually.

Most people don't ask this question, it seems offensive, but combined with reality, Winston only thinks that Clayton Bello is getting more and more mysterious, but this does not prevent him from still using a rigid tone: "He is dead, the law and order The magistrate discovered his business, and the wax amulet on his body, and hanged him for blasphemy."

This is the fate that grave robbers deserve, Clayton nodded with satisfaction.

Julius said that the change of hands of the doom jewelry will not make the previous owner escape the bad luck, and the bad luck he experienced these days is enough to be fatal to ordinary people. He doesn't think that fat grave robber can rely on I escaped with my own ability.

"As I expected, if you have nothing else to do, then hurry back and save yourself wasting time here."

If he guessed correctly, there should be a capable person and stranger beside the leader of Easter Island who discovered the cause of Paul's death. Otherwise, such a cheap necklace would have no reason for the leader of Easter Island to worry about it.

The necklace is worth £1 at most, while a corpse can be sold for £8.How could the tomb robbers who were protected by the Presbyterian Church care about such a small amount of money?

It's just that they don't know how they plan to take the doom jewels without being affected, or that their leaders don't care about the possible risks for the pickers, or they simply only have a half-knowledge of the effects of the doom jewels, so they are negligent in guarding against what Creighton thought More likely the latter two.

"Is this your daughter?" Winston asked while looking at Donna before he left. "You finally settled down?"

Clayton answered him with a cold face: "No, she is Uren's daughter. I am her guardian now."

This cannot be concealed. Winston recognized the two brothers of the Bello family, and Donna obviously looked more like Uren. Even if the lieutenant was lying here, he just had to think about it and he would come to his senses.

"Then I'm sorry for disturbing you just now, miss." Winston bowed to Donna to salute, and without further greetings, he immediately turned around and left with his men, but still walked along the river bank. , there seems to be something else to do.

Clayton stared at the back of the far away. For a while, he was driven by desire and the pressure of death at the same time. He often searched for flowers, indulged in the fragrance of powder and warm embrace, so he was looked down upon by the self-proclaimed decent Winston.

This was absurd enough, he knew it himself, and regretted it now.

It's just that the times have changed, and the prodigal son has become an old-fashioned gentleman who wants to be a model of the family, but the descendants of the nobles work together with tomb robbers and work hard. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

While he was sighing, his sleeve was pulled suddenly, Clayton turned his head to look, and Donna was looking up at him: "He knows my dad?"

Although she is her own biological father, Donna's understanding of Uren is still only a name. When thinking of this situation, Clayton can't help but sigh in his heart.

"This guy has nothing to do with your father, he just worked in a company. By the way, where is the doctor who brought you here?" He was still thinking about reprimanding the doctor. Even if there is a manned mill nearby, the place near the woods is very dangerous. A wild boar as big as a dog can kill people!

Donna curled her lips, wondering if she was dissatisfied with Clayton's answer.

"He went fishing."

Clayton turned his head to wait and see, and there was no doctor on the river bank as far as he could see. He didn't want to stay outside the town to find the doctor, so he could only say bitterly: "Then I hope he doesn't catch any."

He took Donna back, working his eyes and nose all the way, for fear that some beast would jump out of the woods, and at the same time he was worried. The busyness of the past few days made him know that he could not deal with such a child alone, he had to Someone has to watch her.

Theoretically, the most suitable person to take care of the child is of course her mother, but Tritis hesitated.

"Donna, what did your mother ask you to do here?"

The little niece lowered her head and kicked up a small stone with the tip of her leather boot: "She didn't let me come, I wanted to come by myself. I always knew that you were there, Uncle Clayton, but you never sent us a photo, So I want to come and see you, see what you look like, and take a look at the excitement in the city."

Sure enough, she lied in the letter. The lieutenant snorted coldly, and made another note to Tritis.

But at the same time, he himself felt guilty, because he never thought of sending photos to let his relatives know him.

The main problem was that Donna lived with Tritis, and he might be misunderstood by Tritis's narcissist if he sent his photo there. He really didn't want to cause any more disputes in this small family that was almost withered.

"Where did she go?" asked Clayton, who always wanted to know where to send letters.

"She's off to school," Donna said.

It took Clayton a dozen breaths to sort out the fact that the niece, who was most supposed to be studying at home, went to the city to play with her uncle, and the novice, who had graduated from missionary school many years ago, went back to school.

Because Tritis refused to become a nun and chose to marry Uren, this behavior offended the abbot, so Clayton knew that she must not be returning to the abbey to study.

Most likely, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis and decided to learn a craft.
"It's too late to learn a craft now." Even though Donna was still in front of him, he couldn't help but sneered.

"Forget it, just tell me which school she is in, and I can send some money there to improve her life."

He guessed that Tritis's self-motivation came from the decrease in income. Although he had handed over all the land rent income to her, the domestic land rent market itself was deteriorating every year. They still rented the land to the villagers, and they had the favor of fellow villagers. , the price is lower than the market price.

Although this woman is not mentally normal, she still has unshakable self-esteem, and will not take the initiative to ask him for money - but the money will not be returned if received.

Donna shook her head: "No, Uncle Clayton, Mommy goes to school in the mountains, so she can't receive your letter."

"In the mountains? Who would build a school in such a remote place? Did she go to a lumberjack school?"

Clayton wanted to ask again, but the familiar smell came from behind again.

He stopped, frowned and turned around, seeing a tomb robber who had parted with him not long ago chasing after him.

The man in the tuxedo stopped about ten yards in front of them, panting slightly, his eyes wandering back and forth on them.

"What else do you need?" Clayton asked in a low voice.

The next moment, the tomb robber raised his gun at him.

"You throw the weapon on the ground and give me that necklace."

Clayton's wolf eyes tightened. He stretched out his hand to the side and pulled Donna back, with anger in his voice: "I said, I'll come back to discuss business with you after I'm done."

"That was an agreement between you and Winston. I didn't promise it. Throw down the weapon."

The lieutenant unfastened his revolver and threw it on the ground, his eyes were fixed on him, the deep black hole in the center of the enlarged yellow iris, the center of sanity and chaos.

"Don't you even care about the Council of Elders?"

"What the hell does the Presbyterian Church care about, and Easter Island is the same, no one wants to prevent me from getting rich!" The tomb robber trembled in his heart when he saw the muzzle-like eyes, but was blinded by a stronger desire , inspired courage.He raised the gun harder, stared at them, bared his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and give me that necklace!"

"It seems that the buyer didn't tell you what it means." Clayton took a tentative step forward while talking, trying to subdue the other party nearby, but the tomb robber was very sensitive to this behavior, and immediately pointed his gun at him The head: "Stand back! Then throw the necklace over, don't tell me it's not on your body, if so, I can only search that little girl."

His muzzle raised slightly, then lowered again.

The lieutenant's eyebrows were lowered. This was obviously a sign of bad luck. He blamed himself for implicating Donna in such a situation.

At this distance, he could guarantee his own safety, but he couldn't dodge with Donna.

"Don't do this, you let her go, I will take you to get the necklace, it's really not on me now."

"It's in town?!"

The tomb robber's eyes were bloodshot, and this answer made him very dissatisfied.

Only at this time and here can he have the opportunity to enjoy the wealth to himself. If the thing is really in the town, he must kill these two people before looking for it.

"No, it's by the river. I've had bad luck since I got this necklace, so I thought about putting it back so that the bad luck would return. But only I know the location. If you hurt this girl, I Swear you'll never find it." Clayton quietly made up a new lie that the necklace was actually on him.

The grave robber tried to find the lie on his face, but the genuine anger overshadowed it.

"I can make a little concession, but this girl must stay here." He raised the muzzle of his gun, trying to change the target, but Clayton's body completely covered the little girl, preventing him from threatening Pointing her at gunpoint lost some of the vibe it should have had.

"Girl, if I find something, I'll bring him back in one piece, but if we come back and you're not here, I'll shoot him, you understand?"

"Do as he said, Donna, and I will come back safely." Clayton whispered.

Donna's answer came from behind him.

"I see, Uncle."

The grave robber was finally satisfied. He raised his chin and pointed his gun at Clayton: "You go ahead."

"of course."

Creighton flashed him a stiff smile.

(End of this chapter)