The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 177 Finger Manners

They returned to Rhewo before full nightfall.

Hearing a knock at the door, Perrault greeted them, but didn't look very happy.

"I thought you were going back to the hotel. I was about to send your daughter back." The old man said bluntly, staring hard at the edge of Clayton's mouth.

The lieutenant had completely shaved off the beard that used to cover almost a third of his face, which made him look thinner, but more handsome than before.It turned out that a large area of ​​pale skin was exposed at the position of the beard, and the slack pupils seemed to be looking at this place and elsewhere, containing extraordinary thoughts.

This quality of werewolves is similar to that of vampires, which makes Perot feel a little familiar.

This subconscious feeling reminded him, and he suddenly felt that his wife was different from the past, she and the guy in front of him were the same kind of existence.

When he finished speaking, the two men did not move.

Clayton nodded slightly: "That's right, we'll go back in a while. But I need to ask you to do me a favor and dispose of these torn clothes. These injuries have nothing to do with the residents of the town, so you can rest assured."

The two women were upstairs, so Clayton simply took off his scarred overcoat in the hall, revealing the white shirt that had been dyed red and black underneath, Julius also unbuttoned his coat, and the complicated whalebone A corset to let his wounds breathe.

After Perot saw these injuries, he had no intention of driving them away. He just cursed, then moved aside and let them go in to rest.

Whatever trouble they got into, it's likely the same thing will happen to his wife in the future, so the "friends" she knows are still necessary to keep in touch, and maybe they can help in the future.

Bono's house was not far from Perrault's house, and it was quite convenient to call the coachman to deliver things after a few steps outside.

Donna and Barbara came down the stairs just as Clayton and Julius had finished changing—they had come to prepare dinner.

When she saw Creighton, Donna stood at the bottom of the stairs in a daze.She didn't recognize the beardless man as her uncle, a reaction that hurt Creighton.

"I shouldn't have shaved," he complained.

After hearing his words, Donna confirmed his identity, walked a little faster and came to his side, shaking her head resolutely:
"Nothing, you look much better than before."

In fact, she didn't know what her uncle looked like until just now.

She couldn't help looking at it a little longer, trying to replace the clump of beard she remembered with this new image.

Seeing her brisk steps, Clayton knew that the injury on her leg was almost healed, and felt relieved. He supported his niece on the shoulder and looked at Barbara.

"How are you getting along?"

This question was asked to two people at the same time, and Barbara gave a good answer, but Donna ran into something unspeakable.

"Is there anything I need to know?"

Clayton stared suspiciously at his niece, who smiled awkwardly.

"It's nothing, she's a good boy." Barbara said while supporting her waist, she forgave Donna for breaking her waist.

Clayton tentatively asked: "Then can you do it tomorrow?"

"no!"

Before Barbara could utter a word, she heard Donna yelling, and she couldn't help showing a relaxed expression on her face. .

"We encountered a lot of trouble today, so I thought about it, it's better for you to follow Mrs. Barbara as much as possible." Clayton tried his best to persuade his niece.

But Donna also had her own reasons: "You're going back on your word. We agreed to act together tomorrow."

Clayton also thought this idea was reasonable before, because he never thought that he would fight any human beings, but it is different now. He killed five people in one breath today, and the method was extremely tragic. What if there is still such trouble tomorrow? ?Let Donna watch from the sidelines?
He was afraid that Donna would see him kill, or that there would be some special circumstances that made Donna have to help him kill. This is not something that the guardian should condone.

His voice lowered: "Girl, I know it's my fault, but the trouble we encountered today is worse than we imagined before. If something happens to you, what will your mother and I do? Do you want me To see you into danger with my own eyes?"

"Then what should my mother and I do if something happens to you? Do you want me to see you into danger with my own eyes?"

Donna repeated Clayton's words, changing only a few words, but it made him speechless.

"And when you go out in the afternoon, I will also use rituals to help you share the risk." The girl said proudly.

Clayton looked at Barbara carefully for confirmation, and the latter woke up like a dream.

"That's right, she broke my waist, and the glass windows in the attic were shattered."

The old Perot was stunned to hear what happened when the two women were alone.

And as the primary object of this explanation, Clayton didn't understand why Donna broke Barbara's waist to share the risk for herself.

"It was an accident. I nearly crashed into the cabinet, but Aunt Barbara blocked it for me," Donna said.

The lieutenant was immediately in awe of the female vampire,
Before Julius put on his shirt, he leaned back on the chair covered with ointment, and sighed leisurely: "I said it before, you can't stop her, all wizards in Bracolla have this temper, Their source of strength is closely related to their emotions, so they rarely change their minds, if you always go against her wishes, let her continue to endure. She will definitely explode, either others or herself.”

Donna glared at him, then turned her head back.

Clayton glanced at the wizard, and then turned back to look at his niece, their movements were as if they were looking in a mirror.

Finally, the lieutenant gave in, and his sighs were louder than usual.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

This was a great victory. Donna turned around and hugged Barbara as a celebration. The female vampire lightly sniffed the smell of hair oil and soap, and slightly calmed down her bloodthirsty desire—since they met just now, Clayton and Julie The smell of blood on Erles' body has always tempted her.

On them, the vampire smelled the blood of many people, and it was like a sumptuous banquet. If she hadn't drunk blood today, she might lose control in public.

Fortunately, these guests just took a short break and said goodbye to this family soon.

Perot simply threw the bloody clothes into the fireplace, turned around and saw the handsome green-haired young man whispering in his wife's ear. He was about to get angry, but the two separated quickly.Barbara looked happy to come back to him and calmed her husband down with a kiss on the cheek.

"What did he tell you?" Perot asked, frowning.

"It's a good thing." Barbara realized that her husband was paying attention to this matter, and her smile disappeared again. "It's just, I can't say."

Perot looked at her fixedly, and sighed very deeply: "At the end of the month, our son will be back, don't let him find out about these things, and don't let him get involved in these things of yours."

Hearing this, Barbara tucked her thumb under her teeth again for a long time to crush the puncture, but no blood flowed out from the flesh, and the pressure of responsibility made her feel nervous.

"I promise."

On the way back to the inn, the fire was shining, the pyre and the burning cross were erected again, and the idea of ​​using light to drive away the beasts had not been given up by the local rulers.

It's good for the werewolf, it's bright everywhere, and no one will notice that his eyes glow at night.

However, except for the armed patrolling night watchmen who occasionally passed by them, there were almost no people walking on the street, which inevitably seemed deserted.

In order to distract from this desertion, the lieutenant took the initiative to ask his niece:

"What did you and Barbara say?"

When this matter was mentioned, Donna was elated: "She is trying to learn how to read, so she asked me to help."

"Excellent. But how did you teach her?"

"She has a family history book, which records a lot of legends and stories. I picked a few stories with simple grammar and used them as teaching materials, and taught her to read one letter by one. She learned it very quickly!" Speaking of her achievements, Donna couldn't stop: "Even if there is an accident in the middle, she can already read the first story by herself. In my opinion, if I continue to teach like this, she will be able to do it in a short time."

"Going to high school with you," Julius continued.

The girl wilted down.

Fortunately, the retribution came soon. When the wizard was playing with the wand, he found a crack on it under the street lights. He broke it with a little force, and the wand split into two branches.

"It must have hit somewhere before."

Julius sighed, and threw his wand into the fire by the side of the road, adding a little color to the flames.

"You just threw it away?" Clayton asked suspiciously, "I thought a magician needed a wand to cast spells."

The wizard laughed: "There is a joke among wizards - what is the magic wand invented for? The answer is 'replace our fingers'." He stretched out his finger and shook it: "The magic wand can make the magic wand The speed is faster, the landing point is more precise, but it’s all just a ‘point’, if you don’t consider excellence, the few in your hand are not much worse than the magic wand.”

He turned his head to look at the girl: "This young lady probably thinks the same way, you guys from Bracolla seem to seldom use magic wands."

"To be precise, we really don't use magic wands." Donna corrected him: "Our magic pays more attention to connection. As long as a connection is established, the magic will find its target by itself, and there is no need for magic wands to guide it."

Clayton came to a sudden: "That's why you react so sensitively when you are pointed at by a finger." He remembered that the two of them dodged when facing the finger.

Both wizards nodded in acknowledgment.

"The 'don't point your fingers' in the folk customs actually comes from the etiquette among wizards." Julius said: "Even if you don't know witchcraft, your fingers can help release malice. It has the same positioning as the evil eye. Ability. If the other party points at you, it may mean that the other party is cursing you, it is best to react quickly, after all, no one knows whether the person pointing at themselves is an ordinary person or another wizard."

The lieutenant felt very fresh when he heard this knowledge.

"It sounds like a pistol duel, so if I slash at that person's finger, will I just be able to sever the invisible curse in half?"

Julius choked.

"I don't know, you can find a wizard to experiment with, but don't ask me."

(End of this chapter)