The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 332 Loosening the Reins
God has mercy on her. Donna actually wanted to get very angry to condemn Clayton's betrayal, but when she buried her face in the werewolf's dark back hair, the smell of rust, hair, blood, and raw bone marrow went into her nose, making her unable to remember anything.

But at least after she vomited, she still didn't know how to face the uncle who abandoned her, which was the same as before.

"This smell is force majeure. It might have been acquired while fighting those white monsters." Clayton explained. He licked his lips, and his hairy face showed no expression.

He tried to downplay the incident, but failed.

Clara echoed Donna's words: "Clayton really stinks."

"Let's not discuss this anymore." The werewolf had to express his meaning more directly: "We still have a lot of things to do now - such as finding a way to bring those red-headed people back to the sacrificial site - not one less."

He took them to a house on the street and sat them down at the table. There was a pot burning in the earthen stove next to them, and the house was filled with the aroma of meat.

Edwards was cooking inside, and Clayton was trying to cut off any connection between him and his men, if any.

"Clara, what did you see when you went down there before?"

Clara told Clayton what she had seen truthfully. The conversation between the soldiers made Clayton alert, but he was not too worried about the matter.

"When I talked to the dwarves, they told me that the nearest exit is far away. If these soldiers know nothing about the underground environment and only heard that the exit is nearby, it may take several hours to return to the surface."

"So what should we do now?" Donna asked, her eyebrows furrowed, but her mind was not on Clayton's purpose.

The werewolf sighed.

"You mean the dwarves and Di Jetali?"

Donna nodded.

There was nothing that could be done about Di Jetali, but those dwarves were different, and she still had hope for them.

The werewolf looked at her kindly. "Child, I told you before that we can't take care of everyone. Besides, this is a fairyland. They won't die. Even the most serious injuries will be healed by time. So, just leave them alone. When the poison gas dissipates, those who wake up will decide their own ending. And now we have to decide our own ending."

"Thinking about the ending of our lives now? Isn't it too early?" Donna's eyes widened.

"If we don't think about it now, we're really heading towards the end."

Clayton's tone turned serious. "Edwards' previous ritual summoned a monster. It could arrive at any time. It might hunt us down to get Edwards' head back. We may have to stay here for more than a day, so we must come up with a way to resist it in the long run. Because time in the real world is slower than here, it will take longer to prepare for the ritual. In order to match the ritual in the real world, we must also bring all the red-headed people who were sacrificed before back to the sacrificial site as soon as possible. The people from the Council of Elders may not wait for us too long."

They had to do three things in one day: lead all the red-headed people to the sacrificial site, avoid being chased by soldiers, and resist Pan.

They don't have enough time.

Donna finally understood Clayton's thinking, and she accepted these "necessity justifies the means" arguments unhappily.

After discussion, they decided to resurrect some of their previous allies to help them, otherwise it would be a problem to transport the unwilling red-headed people to the sacrificial site.

Clayton finally chose the dwarves, and preferably those fighting on the first floor. Those people had fought alongside Clayton in situations that could have been desperate, and if they were saved, they would be less likely to betray than others.

Moreover, dwarves cannot run fast and their arms are short. At the moment when most of their weapons and armor are damaged, even if the two sides are hostile, the werewolves have a certain chance of breaking out.

Clayton left Clara to protect Donna and asked them to meditate to restore their spirits. He then prepared to go down into the pit again to bring back the dwarf helper he had chosen.

It doesn't need to be too much, nor too little.

He was not worried about encountering those plate armored soldiers again. When Donna was taken away, he had no reason to turn back in the eyes of outsiders. Moreover, those soldiers also had to find an exit to the surface and were unlikely to stay there. It would be safer for him to go down now than before.

"Stay here and watch the pot. Edwards is cooking in it. Add water when the water dries up. Be careful not to scald yourself. Remember to lock the door after I go out. You can pile some sundries behind the door to prevent other pests from breaking in." He left these words to the two children and then left the house.

When the two girls were the only ones left in the room, Donna sighed with relief.

"Mom finally went out."

She turned around and saw Clara looking at her in horror: "Clayton is..."

"It's just a metaphor!" Donna interrupted Clara's strange speculation with a loud shout. Then her tone weakened slightly: "Uh, that should be the word. Um, metaphor."

The little witch herself wasn't sure either.

She scratched her hair, thinking that maybe she should read more books.

After moving two buckets and stacking them behind the door, she returned to her seat, rested her chin on her hand and stared at Clara on the table, thinking about what the little devil had done to her before. After a few seconds, she put her hand down again, suddenly sat up straight, her face became furious, and she slammed the table.

boom!
Clara was startled and nervously retracted her many limbs.

Donna leaned back heavily on her chair. "What the hell! Why did I think you were the one who tempted him to be bad? He is obviously the worst one! He can always find a reasonable explanation for doing something bad, and he can even convince me. If he continues like this, it will be terrible!"

"You can't say you are helpless or can't help yourself. Any action must be constrained by reason and pure nature." - This is Brakola's doctrine.

Donna's current behavior has almost nothing to do with this doctrine. She is basically being pushed around by Clayton.

"Next year is my last year. I hope Principal Fatia won't find out. I don't want to be expelled by her yet."

Donna sighed. Neither the books nor her mother had told the girl how to deal with such a situation. And it was certainly wonderful to be able to study magic in Bracola, but they did not teach much about real-life experience. When she encountered real problems, if she could not find a solution herself, she could only ask Clayton for help.

But deep down she felt that what she had done recently was not very just.

Brakora has only one school rule, so the punishment for violators is particularly severe.

It was hard for her to calm down when she thought about the possible consequence of being fired. She grabbed the little devil and hugged him in her arms with worry, and scratched Clara's cheek with her fingers.

Clara didn't know what she was worried about, she just kept smiling foolishly.

Donna sat for a while. In order to divert her mood, she began to recall the strange dream she had before and thought about the relationship between her father and Clayton. Clayton seemed too hurried just now, so she did not mention this matter, but she had never let it go in her heart.

Their relationship, and the incident that Wu Lun mentioned last, were still bothering her. About ten minutes later, she suddenly turned pale and jumped up from her seat.

"Wait, did we forget someone?!"

Clayton dived to the top floor of the sunken castle again. As he expected, the enemy did not deliberately ambush here.

The top floor of the castle was dead silent. The soldier in plate armor who had been knocked down by Clara's sneak attack was gone. He must have recovered and left with his companions.

They also took Edwards' body, which was a good thing for Creighton, as that would have seriously affected the speed at which they could move.

The werewolf went up the stairs to the second floor and soon saw the body of Chud Osmar.

When he was fighting with Edwards before, he was affected by the opponent's magic and accidentally injured the red-headed man.

Seeing this body, hatred instantly surged into Clayton's heart. It could be said that they were inseparable from this bastard until now. Even if Osmar chose to help him later, it was only a temporary compromise when their interests were aligned. He still wanted to kill him now.

From a rational point of view, there are many reasons to oppose this approach.

Osmar knew how to get them here, and he should know how to get them away, and he seemed to know Edwards.

Clayton and his team took a lot of effort to find this country, but Osmar arrived there earlier than them. The process of him being captured by Edwards was not even witnessed by other people from this country, which already explains some problems.

He should know something about Edwards.

Furthermore, even if a person who lost his fingers and toes became extremely strong, he would no longer pose any threat - he couldn't even run faster than Donna, and the so-called blessing seemed to have been consumed.

Unless Osmar can bite everyone to death with just his mouth.

Maybe I should keep him.
After thinking for a few seconds, Clayton had made up his mind to take him back for interrogation, but that would be after he finished his business.

"Strange, where's Louis?"

A certain clergyman had been accompanying him for a while and had been classified as a companion by Clayton. He also had a lot of knowledge about heretics and monsters and could be of use.

But after searching the pile of corpses on the second floor of the castle for a while, Clayton only found the body of the priest, but his head was missing from his shoulders.

But he remembered that although he was lying here before his ordination, his body was intact, and he was confident that he would not remember it wrong.

Then there is only one answer.

Because the outsiders came to this country together, Edwards' men thought that Louis was very important to the werewolves. In addition, they lost Donna as a bargaining chip not long ago, so they took his head away as a hostage. This may be an equal revenge for the werewolves' actions.

This was not the first time Clayton had implicated the priesthood, and even if he thought his conscience was not entirely sound, he could not help feeling embarrassed at the moment.

From this point of view, the soldiers' approach was somewhat effective.

The werewolf licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, hesitating whether to add another plan to rescue Louis.

But he won't have to worry about this anymore soon.

A familiar smell wafted from behind him. The werewolf turned around in confusion, only to see the guy who was supposed to be lying on the top floor.

The tall, pale and deformed body and the bald head were the characteristics of a monster, but he was still wrapped in a robe tailored for his special body shape. The person in front of him was clearly the mutant who looked like a monster before. He staggered down the steps and squeezed out of the narrow exit, his two bright red eyes looking at Clayton dimly.

Clayton didn't know why he was able to stand up after being burned by the fire of his soul, and he didn't notice anything when he passed by the alien a minute ago.

This kind of hindsight is unpleasant.

The werewolf lowered his body and stared at the mutant, but the mutant did not act immediately. There was even a kind of confused look in his eyes. His unusually long fingers with protruding joints clasped behind his head, and his body trembled as if uncomfortably.

This strange behavior made Clayton feel wary.

Even if they were hostile, they should have said a few words at this time. Didn't he want to know what happened later?

The mutant took two more steps towards Clayton in silence, then suddenly fell forward, his body hitting the ground heavily.

The pain made him let out a meaningless roar, but he soon opened his eyes wide, and a simple joy similar to that of a child who has successfully learned to walk appeared on his face.

He made no further attempt to stand up, but crawled on all fours.

However, the clothes on his body created some obstacles for his current movements. He struggled to stretch his arms, which were as alienated as blades, behind his back, and used this unadapted movement to cut and tear the clothes into pieces, restoring himself to the open state that all living things have when they are just born.

Then he looked at Clayton, an expression on his face that was all too familiar to the werewolf.

Pure appetite.

He used all four of his limbs to crawl over, faster and faster, and his movements became more and more smooth.

This is a complete transformation into a monster. Clayton felt more terrified than facing a sword. He agreed to join this country just to prevent Donna from becoming a monster. Now that Edwards can no longer cast spells, the ubiquitous influence of the fairyland may appear on Donna.

No, no, no. The original state of this mutant was already close to that of a monster, so he lost his mind. Donna will not change as quickly as them.

no way!

Clayton trembled and punched the monster on the head, and the huge force made it fall down.

Even with bare hands, it would be easy for a werewolf like him to fight a monster alone, but reality is not fair.

The other two mutants also appeared at the stairs. Their faces were stiff, but their eyes were clear and untainted by knowledge. They looked exactly like the one under Clayton's command. The reason they came here was most likely because the evil creatures' instincts made them avoid the light and head towards the dark area.

The werewolf didn't hesitate, it let go of its opponent and ran away.

(End of this chapter)