The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 176 Cause and Effect
When Clayton heard the news, he was enjoying a big meal in the tent of the animal trainer. The dying leopard in the iron cage didn't have to worry about the lack of feed now, because it had already become a meal on the plate.

There are no knives and forks here, so the way he eats is somewhat primitive.

The lieutenant's beard was stained with blood from eating live prey, and his eyes were stern as he ate, until Julius' analysis report brightened his mood.

This circus has been here for more than half a month, this is Julius' conclusion from the map markers he found on them.

It was only a coincidence that they were hired by Professor Christopher to come to Revo to search for the "Beast of Doom".

In fact, many transcendents have already taken the job from Christopher, but they went to the wrong place and found nothing. This is written in the diary on the fortune teller's corpse.

In recent times, most people have been drawn to the black market in mines closed by the military.

This line of thinking is actually not wrong, the beast will be attracted by misfortune, and what is more unfortunate than a massacre?
But "The Beast" just didn't appear there.

In order to actually find what he wanted, Professor Christopher had to pay the price in advance, that is, these special glorious hands with transshipment effects, hoping that they could help his newly recruited helpers find the beast.

Both Easter Island and the circus received gifts from him because of the long-term mobility of their work.

These are the conclusions drawn by Julius, half of which have been supported by sufficient evidence and the other half have been carefully inferred, and Clayton believes that they are credible.

He put down the raw meat around his mouth, picked up the newly obtained hand and looked at it. The hand of glory they obtained before was the left hand, and the current one is the right hand.

"The owner of these two hands is the hand of the lone thief Hawthorne. I didn't realize it until I saw this right hand." Julius motioned him to look at the fingernails of the pickled right hand, the nails of the ring finger on it is broken.

Clayton knew this man. Hawthorne was a famous robber, but he was hanged when Clayton was a child.

When he was 40 years old, he washed his hands and went out to sea to hide in the western islands under development. His disguise was superb, and within a few years he even became a guest of a temporary governor, but was finally spotted by his fiancée. He was sentenced to death on a black ship specially used for executing prisoners. Before he died, he took off his wedding ring forcefully and accidentally broke the nail of his ring finger.

Although a jerk, Creighton needs the palm of such a vicious person right now.

Clayton flipped the right palm with interest.Most people are right-handed, and the right hand is stronger than the left hand, so the right hand is also called the [hand of defense] in occultism, and has a stronger protective effect.

Looks like he won't have to worry about the effects of bad luck for a while, he thought.

"Now, let's see what these people left in the tent."

Barbara returned to the attic room, and the broken glass all over the floor made her let out an exclamation.

Donna had to explain to her the mystical theory behind this phenomenon.

Clayton briefly introduced the existence of the Presbyterian Church and Barbara's identity to his niece before, but he did not introduce Donna's identity to Barbara. Donna had to take the initiative to clarify this matter, but she found that Barbara seemed to be Don't care about that.

Barbara, with her hips akimbo, sighed and looked at the mess and broken window frames of the attic.

She felt herself responsible for Mr. Bello's misfortune—the broken glass and window were the property of her family.But before the host decides to entertain the guests, he must be prepared for the disadvantages. This is common sense.

"So the cracked glass means what kind of suffering Mr. Bello is going through?" she asked the girl.

"Uh"

Donna couldn't answer for a moment. Although she had mastered the ritual of linking fate, her level was not as high as outsiders imagined. This was the first time she used such a ritual spell. She had no experience before. It was only because of her and Clayton has a fairly close blood relationship.

"He was probably slapped?" she said uncertainly.

Barbara asked her again: "What about the broken window?"

Donna answered again with a question: "Maybe he was stabbed?"

Barbara couldn't help exclaiming: "Who can do these things?"

In the impression of the female vampire, Clayton Bello didn't suffer much. He was always well prepared, and as long as he found the right opportunity, he could defeat the enemy and win the battle. He was a man of one word.

She was surprised how someone in Revo could injure a werewolf, and what kind of person would fight him, but Donna didn't know the answers to these questions, even though she was Clayton's niece, she still knew about her uncle Very little, probably not even as much as Barbara knew.

Now the attic is in such a mess that grammar instruction has to be temporarily suspended.

Barbara bent down to clean the shattered glass on the side of the broken easy chair, and to hold the easy chair in place, she wedged two stacks of glass sheets into the gap between the bend and the floor.

When this was done, she got up to get her broom.

Then, after she took a few steps, the easy chair under Donna and the floor made a rattling sound at the same time, and the piece of glass acting as a wedge suddenly jumped out from under the chair, and the easy chair then tilted forward, knocking the injured leg Donna flung her head forward, crashing straight into the chest that Barbara had been using as a chair.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is as fast as a leopard now, but her mobility does not come from her legs.

The little witch looked at the iron-clad edges and corners of the rapidly enlarged cabinet in front of her, her face was pale, her spirit was flustered and disordered, and magic could not save her right now.

Just when Donna closed her eyes and decided to meet the messenger of death, she bumped into a cold but soft wall.

The vampire who drank the werewolf's blood was at its most powerful state. Barbara blocked the girl just before she was about to crash into the cabinet. Move in the other direction.

Then the two fell to the ground together.

Barbara hugged Donna, their long skirts drooping like two withered flowers cuddling together.

The female vampire faced the ceiling and said emotionally: "Mr. Bello must have just been hit by a shell."

Just now, her spine was broken.

Clayton was covered in blood, and pulled out his animalized hands from the abdomen of the man in front of him. The gunshot wound on his body gradually stopped bleeding, but this did not mean that everything was all right. Those poisonous lead bullets failed to penetrate his body. He still had to dig them out, or the poison would keep eating into his body.

Julius was also shot in the shoulder, and was sitting on the ground at the moment, holding his shoulder and gasping for air.

A search of the circus tent group led them to believe that there were only five main members of the circus, since there were only five blankets.In order to kill the last man, they tracked it out and found this place.

However, when they came, there was already a corpse, or half of the corpse, on the ground, which made them preconceived that the person died because of the attack of a wild beast.So I didn't expect someone to ambush them, and shot them twice from behind the tree.

It now appears that two members of the circus should have slept together.

The half of the corpse I saw at the beginning fell to the side, and the man who had been disemboweled by Creighton knelt beside him, panting, clutching the wound as much as possible to delay his life. The flintlock pistols that were dropped before were kicked away by Clayton.

This guy who was still alive was also wearing a circus costume. Clayton saw the harmonica on his waist and thought it was a circus musician.

It is definitely a good shooter to use long and short muskets of different weights to fire alternately in the dark night and still hit them all.

It's a pity to stand opposite them.

The lieutenant ignored the half-dead guy. He looked back at the wizard, noticed that Julius' injuries were not fatal, and went to check the half-dead body.The lower body of the corpse was missing, but it could still be seen from the body proportions—this was a dwarf, but not a dwarf, but a human dwarf.

The body of the corpse was also wearing a costume, and the lower body seemed to be bitten off by something. The blood spread for more than ten yards, and the hands were stretched forward, as if they had been crawling for a while after being attacked.

Such wounds are obviously not something humans can do.

"What hit him?" Clayton asked the musician over his shoulder.

The latter raised his face, with pain and hatred gleaming in his eyes.

"Isn't it you?"

The lieutenant sighed, "So you didn't see it, did you?"

The musician bowed his head and vomited some blood, but did not answer him.

It could be seen that this guy hadn't arrived much earlier than them, and was just lying in ambush waiting for the murderer to show up, and then bumped into Clayton and his party.It was another unfortunate coincidence, but not a misunderstanding, for Clayton had indeed killed the musician's other companions, he just didn't know it.

"What are you doing here?" the lieutenant asked another question.

"Find a horse."

The musician made a whooping sound in his throat, but he answered the question, his last answer, and as the blood flowed more and more, he lost his blood and died.

"Their horses are gone," repeated Julius, pulling himself to his feet.

This kind of traveling circus has its own caravan, and they saw the caravan in the camp, but did not see the horses pulling the car.

The two men must have lost the horse while they were taking it into the woods to graze, or some other animal had attacked the horse, but they saw no blood.

Clayton glanced around and didn't intend to go any further.

"That's not important. The last person in the circus died too. The follow-up has nothing to do with us. Let's go back."

They were all wearing black woolen clothes, which could well cover up the bloody wounds in the dark, at least they couldn't be seen without looking closely. The cold air can also reduce people's sense of smell, preventing outsiders from detecting abnormalities in terms of smell.

They could take care of the wound at Barbara's, and ask Mr. Perrault to fetch the spare clothes from Fraser, the coachman.

As for the corpses, they had hidden the four corpses in the tent, in the canopy of the tall evergreen trees, where the decay would be delayed in winter, and it could be concealed for a while.

But the lieutenant didn't intend to hide the corpse here. If the beast would really attack humans, he thought it was necessary for the patrol to know about it.

He picked up the Swarm Slayer and carried it on his shoulders, ready to return.

Julius raised his hand suddenly: "Wait a minute, you have one more thing to deal with before you go back."

"What's the matter?" Clayton asked him.

The wizard pointed to his cheek as a gesture.

It turned out that the beard on the right side of the lieutenant's face had been burned away by the fire of the circus master, and it has not recovered yet.

(End of this chapter)