The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 3 Joe's Secret
Clayton knew that Joe Mani had shown many ills when he was in the army, but today was definitely the worst time for him to lose his composure.

"You won't fall in love with her, will you?" Clayton wondered. The love of the Dornish people comes and goes quickly, but falling in love with such a loose woman is really a loss of reputation.

"Not really, but I bet she's interested in me."

Although Joe was answering him, his eyes kept on the stage: "Ms. Rosa and I ran into each other on the road today. She was standing on the street selling tickets. We chatted for a while. She gave me these two tickets for the front row seats." , I think she must hope that I can snatch this scarf."

The weight of the scarf is too light, and it will not float very far from the stage if it is thrown hard. Only the people in the front row can catch it.

Creighton felt he had some truth to this inference.

"You knew her before?"

As he spoke, his eyes followed the lights on the stage, trying to appreciate the dancers' art of undressing, but the lingering smell at the tip of his nose made it difficult for him to concentrate.

"I don't know, but she's a Gilda." Jo's face was almost over the heads of the audience in the front row.

The Gildas, a people who are always wandering, are known for their debauchery and mystery.

Clayton wondered if Rosa was really a Gilda, or if it was just an excuse for Joe to indulge himself,
"Can you lend me that scarf?"

Joe turned his head in shock: "Lieutenant, what happened to you today? I will not give you this opportunity."

Clayton lied casually: "Just look at the weaving method. I'm going to buy a gift for someone recently. This one looks good."

In fact, he just wanted to see what was on it to make it smell that bad.

After getting the scarf, Clayton became more and more sure that his sense of smell was correct. It turned out that the diluted stench in the air was only familiar to him, but now this strong smell that could replace smelling salts and refresh him reminded him of the past encounter.

During the Loren War, supplies were scarce for a week, and the frontline troops were fighting hungry.Later, this matter was known by the Royal Navy. They sent a large number of dried meat that was said to be left over from the era of great navigation 200 years ago to support the front line, and sent many healthy soldiers to the field hospital.

That's what the jerky tastes like.

Clayton frowned. There were some people in the audience who smelled it too, but he didn't think it was the popularity of jerky—that stuff never caught on.

Strange behavior and strange smell reminded him of rumors about the living dead
The gauze itself was very clean, except for the smell of rotten meat, there was also a more pungent smell of inferior perfume.

The smell of perfume was ignored by him from the beginning, because it was everywhere in the venue.He was able to tell because there was a lot of perfume on the scarf.

This situation seems to be that its owner can also smell the stench and deliberately cover it up.
Returning the veil to the nervous Joe, Clayton found an excuse to solve his bladder problem and left his seat. He walked towards the entrance and exit of the underground theater, but came back after a few steps.

"Joe, I suddenly remembered that there is an urgent matter that I need to go back to deal with, and I just need your help."

Qiao looked back again with a bitter face, and raised the scarf as a signal: "Please, I have something to do tonight."

Clayton interrupted him. "Samuel is waiting for us,"

"Is that so?" Joe glanced at him, making sure he wasn't joking, then got up and left his seat, muttering: "Then let's try to hurry up, maybe we can catch up with the end when we come back later."

They walked unhurriedly, and the audience on both sides of the aisle was still enthusiastic. They were engrossed in staring at the stage, whistling and applauding, as if they didn't notice their departure at all.

But when their figures disappeared, the movements of the dancers on the stage changed, and their posture became a little more delicate.

Compared to the snake just now, it looks more like a lazy cat.

I don't know who was the first to yawn, but the sleepiness quickly spread like a plague, and the men gradually forgot what to do. They closed their eyes and lowered their heads.

Not long after, snoring broke out in the theater.

In the first three rows of the auditorium, the people here did not fall into a deep sleep, but they froze uniformly, like dolls that had lost control.

Joy, desire... Their expressions and gestures are all stagnant at this moment.

But the vacant seat left by Clayton and Joe was still between them, very abrupt in the fullness of emotion.

The dancer stopped and twisted, her hands naturally dropped, and her eyes above the veil looked straight at the high exit.

"Why do you always divert your attention? Could it be that they discovered it?"

The women sitting in the auditorium pushed aside the sleeping people next to them and came out of the narrow space of the row seats.

"Priest, do you want us to catch up?"

"Hahahahahaha."

Joe Mani leaned against the wall and retched. As soon as he came out of the theater, he and Clayton ran for more than ten miles, and they didn't dare to stop until this remote alley.

Clayton didn't feel anything, but seeing him like this, he had to pretend to be panting,
After recovering a little bit, Joe sat on the ground leaning against the wall of the alley regardless of neatness, stained with dirt and moss on his pants:
"Lieutenant, can you tell me what happened there now?"

When leaving the theater, Clayton mentioned that Samuel was their common comrade in arms, but he was already dead.

Using this kind of excuse to take him out of the field, any fool would know something was wrong.

"Someone is going to deal with us." Clayton spit out the conclusion. "Don't ask me who they are, at least the two rows before and after us are their people, and Rosa is one of them."

Joe didn't ask how he came to the conclusion. Soldiers who have been on the battlefield believe in luck and intuition.

Clayton has been a soldier for more than ten years and can still have sound limbs. He is an absolute leader in both aspects.

"With such a big battle, who did you offend?"

Clayton lowered his eyebrows: "I should be the one to ask this question. You must have something to hide from me. Why don't you think about it yourself."

He left his seat as an excuse to go to the toilet, and then went to the vent to collect the breath in the auditorium, and found that only the front rows had the same perfume smell as the scarf, including the row they were in.

Cheaper perfumes will of course be more popular among commoners, but there will be problems if people who happen to use the same kind of perfume sit together.

Combined with the fact that the dancer Rosa specially gave Joe two tickets in the front row, and intentionally or unintentionally threw the veil over to create a coincidence, instead of doing it immediately, he guessed that the other party didn't want to make a big fuss, and for some reason Prioritize planning to control them, and after achieving a certain purpose, deal with them in a way that the outside world can't see any doubts about.

Although Joe brought him clues to the extraordinary world, trouble followed.

After being reminded, Joe obviously thought of who was going to deal with him. His face was dignified and embarrassed.

"Yes, I probably know who it is."

"So who are they?"

"The Holy Grail Society, a mysterious organization, I think they are the only ones who can deal with me. But I didn't expect them to come across the border to Dorne."

And Clayton, a non-governmental organization, suppressed his inner excitement: "How did you mess with them?"

"I stole from them in Taunton"

Clayton held his forehead. He knew that the other party had kleptomaniacs when he was in the army, but he didn't expect to get rid of it so far.

Wait, stole something?
Clayton noticed something was wrong: "The ring you gave me was stolen from them, right? If so, I will give it to you tomorrow, and you can try to negotiate peace with them. Those who need money You can ask me for a place."

He thought that since the opponent hadn't made a move yet, it meant he had scruples, and there was still room for change.

However, when it came to the bishop's ring, Joe found it even more difficult: "This is indeed one of them."

"Among them?" Clayton was almost speechless: "How much did you steal?!"

He made up his mind that if the situation was too serious, he would do nothing.

"There are only two pieces, but I can't return them, because I smashed one of them." Joe stood up straight, and the more he said, the more calm he said:
"The Holy Grail Society is not an organization of good people. They use the piety of believers to commit crimes. I stole those things just to punish them, so I will never reconcile with them. This is about my dignity and justice."

Clayton looked at him in surprise.

It sounds like a manly decision, and he has nothing but respect for Joe.

"Of course, it's up to you to choose. But you've just returned home, and the Holy Grail will be able to set up a trap to catch you. It seems a little too fast. Are you sure that those people in the theater are not the enemies you made in the past?"

This question caused a trace of embarrassment to appear on Joe's face: "Well, let's put it this way, I have actually been back to China for two months, but I was embarrassed to appear in front of you because I ran out of money. Now I should go again." His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Now it all makes sense.

But Joe had no idea what kind of opponent the Holy Grail would be.

Clayton sighed helplessly. He didn't know the other party's methods, but they could find Joe in a city as big as Sasha City. At least the people of the Holy Grail Society were very good at finding people.

"Then what are you going to do next? Find the sheriff to deal with them?"

"I'm afraid not. The sheriff has no evidence, and their authority is not enough to directly send these foreigners back to Taunton or put them in prison." Joe patted his pants and walked to the entrance of the alley. The lights outside illuminated his front half .

"I'm going to hide for a while now, and then try to get out of the city. Tonight was really bad, and I got you involved. Sorry, Lieutenant, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Clayton watched him go away.

"Good day, Monsieur Bello, what troubles you?"

The female assistant, Charlotte, is a young girl who has just graduated from the history department of Sien University and has come to work here.The operation of the store relies heavily on her knowledge and eloquence.

The young girl was sitting behind the counter, touching up her makeup in a small mirror, casting curious glances at Clayton now and then.

"I'm considering whether to send a letter to a very annoying person, and I lower my head to ask for her help." Clayton wiped the dust on the display case with a sponge, and then listened absently to Charlotte to console herself.

The Grail will definitely try to find him.

To be precise, they will find everyone who has come into contact with Joe.

Clayton pondered for half the night and came to a new conclusion.

Last night he felt that the Holy Grail Society might have some kind of special person-hunting skills, so they could find Joe accurately, and used his hobbies to attract him to the Broken Winged Angel,

But there is an even worse situation.

Joe Mani has been followed since he went abroad, but they decided to close the net when they arrived in Sasha City.
(End of this chapter)