The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Donna was still thinking about the treasure. After hearing this different order, she held her skirt and asked back in a daze: "Why? Didn't we just say we were looking for the treasure?"

"If beauty and wisdom are interchangeable, you should really trade your face for some wisdom, it seems like too much surplus."

Julius sneered grumpily, but explained Clayton's concerns in a vague way. "Who else has been to the swamp? The tomb robbers on Easter Island are his helpers! But do you think he will really pay those criminals?"

Donna's eyes widened, she realized what the other person meant.

"So he will kill them in the end? Since they are grave robbers, it's not illegal to kill them?"

"I think this is very possible." Clayton said with a cold face: "As your guardian, I have to keep you away from such dangerous people."

"But I don't think he's like that."

Clayton didn't dare to gamble because that's who he is.

"Maybe, but I don't want any accidents in this matter. Although our family is not rich, it's not to the point where we don't care about anything for money. Even if we don't have wealth, we are enough to live on. worry-free life”

Watching Clayton educate his niece, Julius curled his lips beside him. He couldn't bear this kind of overly cautious behavior. After returning, he had to seriously consider whether to work under Clayton again. Well, according to the antique dealer's retreat style, sooner or later, as a subordinate, he will die of poverty.

However, things should improve once Donna goes to school.

After all, Xin Jiani Women's College is a boarding school, without this little girl by her side, Clayton's aggressiveness will be completely released.

Clayton finally persuaded Donna to stop thinking about the treasure, but the girl rolled her eyes and asked him another embarrassing question: "I won't insist on treasure hunting anymore, but I want to know what you just said What’s it like to make rough gemstones legal? I’ve never heard of it.”

Her brain power, which was all thinking about the treasure just now, was switched to other places, and it was only when she switched that she discovered a big problem.

Hearing her question, Clayton suddenly felt hot all over. The temperature on the street was still cold, but his whole body felt as uncomfortable as eating chili in summer.

He thinks he is not a good person, but the fact that this does not mean that he will not feel embarrassed after being discovered by his relatives. He regrets being tempted by money just now and said such thoughtless words. This is really retribution.

His footsteps were a little chaotic, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead: "Well?"

Amidst the embarrassment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and began to pronounce words smartly: "This is actually due to the consideration of hidden business rules. This kind of precious goods of unknown origin will be restricted when sold in the market, unless the price is reduced to a very low price." Otherwise, regular gem merchants would rather spend a little more money to buy raw ore with the seal of the mining company. The fundamental problem lies in the long-term trust cost.”

Donna was indeed led astray. She no longer asked questions about the method itself, but focused on the more general law of business activities.
The wizard rolled his eyes in a blind spot of her vision.

"That's right, but to be specific, it's not that difficult to issue certificates to raw gemstones of unknown origin, at least not as high as your uncle's method of making antiques."

Although he was still in the cooperation stage, Julius felt that Clayton should not let him get through the difficulties so smoothly just because he interrupted his behavior of earning extra money several times.

Donna was attracted back again: "Antiques can also be made?"

She looked at Creighton in surprise.

Clayton gave Julius a hard look: "Julius, you'd better be careful what you say, except for the lack of historical precipitation, the manufacturing process of the rare objects I made is no different from the original ones, and they are also precious. Works of art, and every buyer who comes into the store knows exactly when they were made."

"As the name of my shop - 'Rusted Silver Coins'. Because silver does not rust, there are no genuine items in the store. Unless I have an acquaintance, I don't sell genuine items at all."

But if someone doesn't see this detail and needs to spend, Clayton doesn't mind collecting the extra money for them.

"Wow!"

Donna's eyes lit up.

"This business code word is really cool!"

Seeing her reaction, Julius was speechless.

"Get up! Get up! You slackers!"

One of the most vigilant members of the Salvation Army kicked and beat his companions. The inferior single room of the country hotel was full of people at the moment. There were even two people lying on the bottom of the bed. However, it is not enough to naturally awaken these sleepers who have fled overnight for two days.

One of his companions woke up, but he didn't appreciate his help. He squinted his eyes and blocked the sun with one hand and cursed: "Shit! Francis, why are you crazy?"

Francis ignored him and kicked another person instead: "You idiots, have you forgotten what else we have to do?"

"Connector, find that fucking connector!" he yelled.

All the rebels who had been lying motionless woke up, but they didn't quite remember.Nearly ten human bodies writhed on the floor, sighing and moaning one after another, as energetic as caterpillars in spring.

There were also some people who were not affected by the sound and turned over and sat up in horror after being kicked: "The warlord found us?!"

"Not yet, but it won't be sure if you wait any longer."

Seeing this group of stinky rout soldiers still wriggling, Francis was furious, even though he himself was one of them, but his status as Second Lieutenant Charles's adjutant still kept him a bit of pride and pride in his heart. Reserved, she thinks she has the qualifications to give orders to this group of fellow sufferers.

"There is no post office in the local area. The post office in the city must send people to pick up the letters every month. The next time they send people will be the day after tomorrow. At that time, our arrest warrant will be delivered!"

Shouting like this really worked, the rout soldiers all got up, and several soldiers immediately rushed up to cover his mouth.

"Calm down, Brother Francis, you're trying to inform the innkeeper of our identities by yelling like that."

After they let Francis go, he said coldly: "The hotel owner is not in the store now, someone called him away, and the other guests are not there either. This hotel is empty."

Regarding this news, the Salvation Army in Sasha City were all very surprised.

"Then what shall we have for breakfast?"

"It seems that there is no cook here. The boss is the cook. If he is not around, none of us can cook."

Francis looked at the flustered faces and wanted to call them one by one: "It's already noon! You idiots!"

"Of course I have to eat at noon."

"But we're out of money!" Francis snarled: "We spent all our money just to rent these three broken rooms, and now we have to find the connector that the university professor said! Otherwise, we will only be hungry. "

The other soldiers couldn't understand why he reacted so violently, and one soldier stepped forward to comfort him.

"Brother Francis, don't be so excited. We still have hands and feet, so we can steal it. If it doesn't work, we can grab it and leave, and then leave a mark to wait for the connector to come to us."

"I wouldn't be so angry if I could do that, Wade."

Francis took a deep breath. These companions of his had overslept and were not fully awake at the moment, and he had to endure this.

"While you were sleeping, I went to the town to inquire about the news. Although there is no sheriff in this town, there are many hunters. Especially recently, they seem to be haunted by monsters. These hunters are armed and organized The patrol team has weapons that can be projected from a long distance. If we clash with them here, even if we can win, many people will die, and we can’t just run away. They are more familiar with this forest than we are.”

His eyes swept across the silently listening faces: "Also, I have reason to suspect that Asran, who disappeared last night, did not leave by himself, but was dragged away by the monster they were talking about."

"But we didn't hear anything until we found him gone," said a soldier named Levin.

Francis blew his nose, it was red and itchy because of the cold air outside: "Those countrymen say that monster comes and goes silently, and has the ability to release gas to make people drowsy, maybe it uses this ability to quietly Attacked Asran silently, otherwise he should have greeted us when he left."

The rest of the Salvation Army became more sober and began to communicate and discuss with each other.

They didn't believe there were any monsters in this world at first, until those ascetic monks with bare feet and bloody scars attacked them from the end of the street.
That was the first time they saw someone who was immune to bullets.

They don’t know much about Lieutenant Charles’ guest—Professor Christopher Campin Tinola, but they can be sure that the Doom Seeker sect to which he belongs also possesses extraordinary power. Those monsters, but it is also because the number of people is at a disadvantage.

With the help of that power, they might be able to silence the terrible melody that rang from time to time in their ears.

The Salvation Army used to have [-] members in Sasha City. They were all people who could hear the "devil's call". Because they were affected by such auditory hallucinations while serving in the colony, they were judged by their superiors to be unsuitable to continue their rotation in the colony. They were dispatched to this remote place in a unified way, and they also have their accomplices in other cities, or they should be called "patients".

The chaplain had checked their bodies, but found nothing, and could not eliminate the "calling" that sounded in their ears from time to time.

They themselves knew that that kind of rhythm and rhythm could never be produced by animal voices or any musical instrument.

The weird and piercing sound can almost scratch the soul, making them unable to resist tearing their own skin and flesh, but at the same time it brings pain and makes them feel very familiar and friendly.And when the "devil's call" sounds, no matter where they are, they can also hear the call at the same time, so they have no doubts about the power behind the sound.

If even the clergy could not detect this voice, then the existence that sent them the message was either the most evil monster or the most sacred Holy Spirit.

Before the compatriots of the past and the ascetic monks of the Sincere Brotherhood united to kill themselves, the Salvation Army of Sasha City still held the latter's expectations. Now they have abandoned their illusions and are determined to fight against the demons they sensed.

Even if the cost of dispelling this devil was to call in another devil, they would pay it.

"House of Chaos"

That was the name of the sect branch that Christopher had told them.