The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The priest Louis came to the inn at this moment.

As soon as he opened the door, he looked at the leatherworker.

Everyone saw that his expression changed from the initial urgency when he opened the door to an almost shameful fear, and he even took two steps back to make room.

After a brief confrontation, the Leatherworker mercilessly knocked him to the ground and rushed straight out.

The patrol team already had several shotguns that could be fired again, but they did not fire again, for fear of accidentally injuring the priest. They rushed to the door and looked around, trying to continue chasing the leathermaker, but it was too late, the monster Gone into the night of flames and smoke.

"It's a pity, we were only one step away from killing that beast."

The goatee sighed and put away the short spear, walked out of the goal and helped Priest Louis up.

".Feel sorry."

Priest Louis said in a low voice that no one blamed him.

When they first saw this monster, they all fell into doubts about the authenticity of the world. Even if Priest Louis was a priest and pointed out the type of monster, he might not be able to maintain his mentality after seeing it.

But this does not hinder anything, it is only a matter of time before they successfully hunt down the monster.

The old hunter patted him on the shoulder, implying satisfaction: "It's nothing, it was seriously injured, I sent the spear coated with holy water into its back, and the metal point was stuck on it If no one helps it to take out the foreign body, its whole hand will be necrotic in a short time, maybe before we kill it, it will starve to death because it can’t hunt.”

The wound will only worsen day by day if it is not treated, and time is on the side of the hunter.

Seeing the hunter entangle the priest, Clayton decided to keep a low profile.

He turned his head and saw Donna holding on to the railing and was about to come down again, so he hurried her back.The little witch had just cast a spell in front of everyone, and although everything happened too quickly, and her spell was almost compressed into a scream, no one would necessarily realize what happened, but the goatee's reaction level might be aware of the abnormality.

But there are some things that he can't stand out of.

"I misjudged my timing, but there's a reason for it," said Reverend Louis. "The strangers who had just come into town were attacked, and their horses were killed by the beast, half an hour ago. What happened, so I thought it would not come to you again after satisfying its appetite, so I wanted to inform you to go back—but it seems I was wrong."

"What a coincidence, he just came here and killed a horse, what a greedy boy," said the goatee.

There are few people in Rewo who raise horses, and the horses that died these days belong to people in the city, so he didn't feel too sad when he said this.

"That's unfortunate," Louis said weakly.

He and the old hunter are two extremes. As far as his complexion is concerned, he looks much more gloomy and sad than the owner of the horse, and his attitude is no longer cold and hard.After meeting the leatherworker's eyes, his concentration seemed to be shifted to something else, and he seemed a little absent-minded when answering.

The old hunter frowned. "Wait, Louis, didn't you hear the whining of the horse? I bet everyone on this street did."

Less than three minutes had elapsed between the time the leatherworker entered the street and the moment he fled.

"When I came, my ears were full of wind." The priest's pale face supported his statement.

Goatee narrowed his eyes and looked him over again, no longer obsessed with the question.

The ensuing conversation didn't go as badly as Clayton had imagined.

Goatee didn't mention Donna or Clayton's help, just recounted what had just happened, but there wasn't much to say, so the conversation quickly came to an end.

"It's time for me to go too, and if you don't mind, I'm going to take the boys on patrol."

He glanced back at Clayton, and suddenly squeezed his eyes. He opened his thumb and little finger on the back, making a gesture symbolizing a wizard's pointed hat.

The lieutenant was a little surprised. Now he was finally sure that the other party had discovered Donna's identity, but he didn't know why they had to hide it for them. Maybe it was because of a wizard.

But this secret is not dangerous. Although the priesthood of the White Cult hates wizards, they are equal competitors in rural areas. There are many jobs that wizards can do that priests cannot, and some of them are even slightly Blasphemous, so the priesthood cannot be dominated by one family.

The goatee quickly turned his head back, his expression normal, and Priest Louis nodded slightly in front of him:
"Of course, Mr. Schmidt, please, please make sure you take it—"

"That wicked skin is left to you. Swords and bullets can hardly harm it, but holy water can still destroy it. I think there are human hairs on it, and part of the skin should belong to some unfortunate foreigner. Louis, the priest isn't here, so it's up to you whether to send it to the cemetery or destroy it."

After the last instruction, the goatee turned his head, put the short spear and shotgun on his shoulders and walked away.

The evil was only injured, not dead, and their work was not over yet.

Priest Louis watched the old hunter leave, his chest was still heaving, and it seemed that the fright that the leatherworker had given him was not over yet.

Clayton walked towards the priesthood. He knew that there were many doubts about his group, and the recent chaos in the local area was related to them. It might be a bit too much to say, but at least it also affected them.And frequent going out during the day must be seen by some caring people.Possibly the toughest questioning, he and Julius and Donna had already concocted a foolproof excuse for the incident, and no matter what question Reverend Louis had and whomever he wanted to ask, they could give a reasonable one. answer.

Priest Louis noticed his action and turned to look at him indifferently: "Mr. Bello, thank you for your help, but it's late today, what else do you want?"

Clayton stopped in his footsteps, a little surprised, but also a little grateful.

"No, Mr. Lewis,"

"Very well then, good night, Mr. Bello."

Priest Louis walked up to the "skin" discarded by the tanner. He stared at it for a while, then bent down and hugged it as gently as a baby in his arms. Clayton watched him leave the hotel in silence.

Donna didn't know when she came down from the stairs again, she looked at Clayton: "Will it come again later?"

Maybe she knew she was scared after seeing the monster so close to her, Clayton thought, and he comforted her: "We are prepared, but maybe the patrol team will be able to track it tonight, and everything will be fine." .”

Hearing what he said, the girl slammed down the handrail of the stairs and made a loud bang.

"It's better to come back again, next time I must pull out its skin!"

She's still brooding about the horse thing.

After venting her anger, she rubbed her palm against her skirt and hid it behind her back. Clayton saw that the hand turned red obviously,

As a competent uncle, he was silent for a moment, and decided to go back to his house and teach Donna how to behave like a lady. "Don't even think about it, the chances of us encountering it again are very slim, and now we have bad news-even if we send Danny to Adelaide tomorrow and solve my problem, the next one Months will also be spent in Revo.”

There is no separate bathroom, no place to post letters, and no secret basement where werewolves eat their blood.
He began to miss the city.

"However, the money I brought is definitely enough for daily expenses, so you don't need to be careful. It's just that if there is nothing particularly important, I hope you don't wander around the town. I'm worried that other troubles will come to your door."

"Hmm—" Donna pondered, "Is there any trouble we can't solve?"

"Of course, not all kinds of things can be solved through violence. We can use barbaric methods to deal with barbarians who do not respect the law and morals, but if we still do this to deal with the problems of the civilized world, then we will also degenerate into Savage."

Clayton put Peyron's sword on the table, filled his glass and drank heavily, his mouth parched from the exercise.

"The goatee recognized you as a wizard just now, but he didn't say it. I think he might have something to ask for witchcraft, but it's not easy to say it directly in front of Priest Louis. After tomorrow, I will still do it because of business. I’m going to visit some people’s houses—I don’t think you’re interested in coming, but if he comes to the hotel alone, you’ll have to ask him to wait for me to make a decision. Or let Julius deal with him.”

"Why is that?" Donna walked behind him, staring at the blood on the blade.

"How do I know what kind of person he is? Maybe he wants to use your power to do things that hurt the world. Many people think that wizards are natural accomplices of criminals. You don't know what kind of people you can recruit."

"We are different from the rumors, at least I am different."

"But they don't care!"

Clayton turned around, looked at his niece's immature expression, and slowed down his tone again: "I'm not saying that Mr. Shanschmidt must be a bad person, but our identities are different. You know, when I was a child Well, Batenu once had a public criminal conspiracy against wizards—a group of people discussed finding a wizard to kidnap and bring them back, because they felt that the monks in the local monastery were too poor in medicine to heal sick livestock, and Dead crops."

"It sounded ridiculous, and I laughed, but those lads were serious. If a wizard was out there, they'd literally imprison him, or her, with deadly force, Use that power to take care of your crops and your livestock."

Shocked by the cruel thoughts of the people back home, Donna froze, unable to say anything.

Bracolla obviously didn't teach the little wizard how to deal with ordinary people.

But at this point, Clayton himself suddenly felt less interested.

It is rare for him to reunite with his relatives, but they have become aliens in the eyes of most people, as if their family can't live in peace anywhere.

But he couldn't help laughing soon, because the Bello family fled from Mansis to Dorne, so it can be seen that their exclusion is almost a tradition that has been passed down in one continuous line.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about that now because I'll take care of it," he said.

Donna was a little sullen: "Yes, you can always handle it, and you don't need to ask for my opinion, so what should I do?"

Clayton glanced at the position of the moon and estimated the current time.

"Sleep." He said wisely.