The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The tone of Pei Lun's question was taken for granted, as if he couldn't imagine why Clayton didn't know about it.

Clayton was about to ask, but suddenly remembered what the previous patrol member said: "If someone asks a question you don't know the answer to, don't answer them."

This is the arrangement of the priest Louis.

He felt weird in his heart, but he did it at the moment.

"Ah, I actually forgot about this, you just think I'm confused."

Pei Lun was only a little surprised, but this matter was not important to him, so he promised to stop mentioning it, went upstairs and called the other tenants down,
Both painters came down the stairs, and they both looked upset.

Since martial law, the cathedral in the town has not allowed them to work late, and they have to go back to the hotel before the sun goes down.This means they stay longer in Rewo without increasing their salary.

Quok, Chud Osmar's entourage, then squeezed out through the crack of the door.

This is really a big fat man, just walking normally makes the sound of wood breaking on the stairs and the floor.

But his master was not there.

Pei Lun found out about this when he walked to Chu De's door. The room was empty, so he asked Quoke who had already descended to the first floor on the stairs.

"Where is Mr. Osmar?"

The fat giant turned his body with difficulty to look at the innkeeper, staring at him with black beetle-like eyes, but said nothing.

Little Pei Lun was not used to this kind of treatment, but since the other party checked in, he had never heard the other party say a word. It was Chud Osmar who ordered the order for this fat entourage.

"Okay, I think he's visiting the doctor's house. I'll ask someone to ask later." He walked down talking to himself.

After all the guests left, only Clayton and the other three were left, Pei Lun went to lock the warehouse in the backyard, asked them to watch the door, and went out by himself.

There were only three outsiders left in the entire hotel for a while.

The mess and the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the lobby have not dissipated. This is the breath of human activities, but it has gradually become cold because of the departure of the source.

Julius shuddered: "I feel like my wound is open and needs to be dealt with again."

He clutched his shoulders and hurried upstairs, but there was no more sound.

Clayton still wanted to sit for a while, so he didn't move, but Donna didn't go up either. He looked over with concern, only to find that the girl was collecting chairs.She arranged the chairs in a row to form a long plane, and then lay down on it, showing a very comfortable expression.

"Donna, there is a bed in the room. If you are tired, you can go to rest." Clayton reminded.

"No." Donna looked at the ceiling, as if she could see the stars through the wooden boards: "I just like the smell here, it's very lively here, I want to stay for a while."

It was only then that Creighton remembered that she, too, had grown up in Batenu.

Indeed, Batnu's land is sparsely populated, and banquets are not often held, so when he was a child, even if he had to walk a long way, he had to go to the market, not for anything else, just to see people, and he thought it was worth it.

Many of his fond memories are filled with the continuous stream of people of different colors and the strong aroma of tobacco.

It was time spent with my brother and the farm boys hired by the family.

"How's Bracolla?" he asked mysteriously. "How are you doing there? What does your mother think of the new friends you make there? She doesn't kick them out, does she?"

He originally wanted to care about this girl, but upon hearing these questions, Donna shrank violently and almost fell off the chair.

"Why do you ask these?" Her voice sounded a little bitter.

"Just caring."

Donna rolled over and sat up, feeling quite self-defeating: "Well, you don't need to worry about this, I can't really chat with other people."

"So you have no friends?!"

"not even one."

Clayton was really surprised. In his impression, there were only boys who walked alone, but there were no girls who walked alone, because every girl is good at making friends, which is almost a common sense.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Or is it that people in Bracolla don't like you? Or there aren't any other girls of your age out there who are good friends?"

"That's not true." Donna grabbed the hem of her clothes in embarrassment: "They are very nice, but... a little naive."

She knew that when she looked at those girls, she would think they were naive, and Uncle Clayton, who was older, would definitely have a similar evaluation in her own eyes.

Clayton pouted his mouth, he wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a strange voice behind the counter.

It's like someone is coming out of the underground wine cellar.

He stood up vigilantly and looked at the counter, at the same time he reached out and pulled Donna behind him,

Then people really came out of the wine cellar.

Not just one, but a group.

Old Hunter Goatee and his patrolmen overflowed the narrow passages of the basement like foam from dirty water.

To their credit, though, they remained silent throughout, groaning only when they were squeezed badly.

After a while, the lobby was full again.

Clayton and Donna were dumbfounded.

"What are you doing hiding here?" demanded the lieutenant.

This group of people are all armed with guns, and they should be patrolling the outskirts of the town of Rhevo now.

He didn't know how much they were overhearing his conversation with his niece, even if it wasn't discussing something really dangerous, it was enough to make him unhappy.

"Priest Louis asked us to help you." The goatee said with a gun in his hand. "He found that you were being targeted by that... evil thing. It may come again tonight."

"Evil." Donna reminded him.

Goatee suddenly said the word several times.

"Evil thing, evil thing, yes, this is it. We came here to set up an ambush to kill that strange thing. According to the priest's order, the little Pei Lun lent us this place for hunting. Although the type of animal is different from what we expected, it's okay. As long as it's not a ghost, our bullets are still useful." Speaking of this, he patted the shotgun.

Clayton ran his fingers over his upper lip out of habit, but there was no beard there.

These people were covered with hunter's special medicated oil to cover up the smell, and the werewolves couldn't detect them before they actually appeared.

Although his sense of smell was lost, Clayton's eyes were still good. He was sure that these people didn't sneak in during dinner, so he asked them when they came here.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon," said the old hunter in a low voice.

Behind him, the gunmen crept up the stairs.

"No one saw us when we came. The priest has set the time too. Are you all here?"

Donna answered him: "There is another one with green hair in the room."

The goatee frowned, twisted the long shotgun in his hand, and blew his nose in displeasure: "I'll call him down, and you'll stay in the lobby from now on. Don't run around when you hear the sound, and you can't go to an open place like the backyard. The priest said that the evil thing is very cunning, so that's why we came so early. If it saw you in other places, it might not go upstairs."

They plan to set up the battlefield on the second floor.

Clayton raised his chin after reaching this conclusion: "How long will this situation last?"

The goatee answered bluntly without any hesitation: "All night. We are the only ones here, and the other residents will spend the night elsewhere. They won't know what we're doing here until we succeed."

This arrangement is also reasonable in the eyes of veterans like Clayton.

"That thing is very fast, don't fire all the guns in one go." Donna reminded.

Goatee looked at her in surprise: "Well, we will pay attention, but it can't be faster than a bird, right?"

"Then you can't tell."

Clayton had no more questions to ask, and the old man wanted to preside over the hunting activities here, so he had no time to chat with them, so he went upstairs with his gun in his hand.

Soon, Julius also came down. His complexion was better than before. He walked to his companion and sat down, heaving a sigh of relief: "They all told me, but unfortunately I still want to rest early today. How? Do you want to help them?"

"The locals are already familiar with each other, there is no need for an outsider to intervene, and if my bad luck infects them," Clayton did not continue.

He believed in his fighting skills, but not in his luck.

"I just said it casually."

Julius stuffed another piece of cold pie into his mouth and got a glare from Donna, who was left on her plate.

The wizard didn't care about this. He turned his head and saw a "bed" made of chairs, and simply lay down on it.

As time got later and later, the patrol team also lit up the lights in the rooms of other tenants upstairs, but at the same time drew the curtains so that the outside could not see clearly whether it was the person inside. They borrowed the spare key of the little Pei Lun, and they obtained the priest's authorization. As for the tenant's own opinion, it doesn't matter in this matter.

There are three people in each room, and each of them carries two guns to ensure that no matter whether the villain temporarily changes the target, they have enough instant firepower to kill, or at least seriously damage the other party.

They let one person observe the situation at a time, one person rested, and one person concentrated on the situation in the corridor.

There are people in the hallway who deliver messages with hand gestures and goatee orders.

In Julius' room, Goatee borrowed a pocket watch from a young man in the team to check the time, which was now later than Priest Louis expected.

In every room on the second floor, their people opened the curtains a small gap to observe the outside world.

The street outside is bright, but when it reaches a certain height, the shadows that emerge from the top of the building are darker, as deep as the bottom of the water, which is why other people have not discovered that evil thing.

"Be more energetic."

He immediately reprimanded after noticing the tired eyes that the young people showed from time to time.

These young men thought they were full of energy, but the speed of energy consumed when they were waiting for their prey was not comparable to when they were idle.This state must be resolved, otherwise they will lie down before seeing the prey.

So candles were passed from hand to hand, and the smell of tobacco gradually filled Julius' room.

The occupants of this room also smoked, the lingering smell told them so, so smoking here wouldn't offend the "creature."

The burnt aroma between the lips, teeth, mouth and nose lifted the spirits of the patrol members.

The inspector in the next room smelled the smell, and couldn't help feeling envious.

Even though they have to change shifts every once in a while, their spirits are unavoidably a little slack after hours of fruitless work.When the inspector focused his attention on looking out of the window again, the frightening white had already approached the backyard of the hotel.

Before he could reveal this, the messengers in the hallway started gesturing in unison.

All observers saw the Leatherworker.

It's in the stables now.