The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 343 Top priority
After giving the finished letter to Charlotte, Clayton left Donna in the store and went to the Sheriff's Office alone to learn about the current situation in Sasha City.

Before today, he had never seen such an empty Sheriff's Station.

Besides the receptionist, there were only two sheriffs in the hall, and they had to stand guard here to maintain order.

From time to time, ordinary citizens would come to report cases, but they were never resolved because all the sheriffs who were able to move during the day were now busy patrolling.

He asked a guy on guard and got a clearer idea of ​​what had happened during this period.

Due to the introduction of the policy to abolish sheriffs, the public security level in Sasha City has almost hit rock bottom compared to a month ago.

Although the new policy approved by both the House and the Senate clearly states that these guards can still work for one month, many sheriffs have resigned in anger because of the new policy, and less than half of them are willing to stay in the Sheriff's Department to do their final work.

Then, perhaps because criminals also had their own festival, riots suddenly broke out in some parishes at the same time. Due to the reduction in the number of sheriffs, many gang members in other parishes who were originally timid also responded. In order to deal with them, the military even launched an airship that had not been used for a long time, and blocked the streets around the city center, restricting traffic.

The army's action was so powerful that the criminals did not dare to confront them during the day, so they rioted at night. Gunfights broke out for several consecutive nights, and several sheriffs were unfortunately killed.

Such frequent casualties caused panic among the people, and some sheriffs decided to walk away, so the Sheriff's Office became the scene before Clayton's eyes.

The sheriff still remembered Clayton, so after answering the questions, he asked Clayton if he wanted to come back to help. Considering that he had a lot of things to do recently, Clayton could only sigh and refuse him.

Next, Clayton went upstairs and found Galeed in the archives room.

The hustle and bustle downstairs seemed to be isolated from the archives room. The ghost whose face could not be seen was sitting on a recliner, sipping tea leisurely. He spoke in a leisurely tone: "I heard that you and Mr. Julius went on an adventure in Wonderland."

"I went, but he didn't." Clayton sat down: "Why, is this a formal inquiry?"

"No, just curious."

Gallid slowly sat up straight, his expression gradually becoming serious—Clayton couldn't tell, he just felt that way.

"I must thank you for bringing Mary back. Here's a little present for you. I bought it at the department store last night."

He picked up a long box from the side and handed it to Clayton, who opened the box without hesitation. Inside was a pair of glasses with black lenses.

"A pair of sunglasses?" Clayton asked in surprise.

Galid pointed to his eyes and said, "I think you could use it."

The werewolf then remembered that his yellow eyes were no longer easy to ignore, and he really needed something like this to cover them.

The price of the sunglasses was nothing to Clayton, but he still happily accepted it.

"Good stuff." He praised, "But I'm not here for a reward this time. When will the elders agree to let me visit? Or will they take the initiative to send someone to find me and ask about the fairyland?"

"At least in a week."

Gallid lit a cigarette for himself, and his already unclear face became even more blurry.

"Those who can arrange for you and are willing to investigate Wonderland are now in the city center and the diocesan bishop counting votes, so you can relax these few days. Don't worry, if the elders want to find you, it will definitely not be about Wonderland - they don't like Wonderland, and the water girl you sent is more suitable for investigating Wonderland than you."

This relieved a little pressure on Creighton.

Seeing Gallid smoking, he also searched his pockets, but remembered that he hadn't brought cigarettes with him for a long time, so he put down his hand in disappointment.

"I'm here for another purpose. There are some things I need to check."

Galid subconsciously looked towards the door, but then he remembered the recent changes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Do it yourself, just don't take it away."

Clayton walked over to a parish filing cabinet, counted the names up and down, and finally pulled out a drawer and began to search.

That was an area of ​​St. Benilde’s Parish.

"Not many people go to that place, but you'd better not do anything there or hide the body there. There's a school nearby." Gallid reminded. His past as a biology teacher made him still respect the school.

"That's what I'm looking for." Clayton didn't look up.

Schools like to be built in parishes because the land there is cheap. In addition, they are less likely to be disturbed by drunkards, and thieves seeking money usually do not target schools.

But there are also disadvantages. If someone is injured, it will take longer to get to the hospital.

He searched for criminal records near Singanai College, and the results brought a smile to his face - basically none.

Next, after the relocation is completed, he can go for an on-site inspection.

There had been advertisements for houses to rent in the newspapers before, and he remembered a few of them. One of the vacancies was in St. Benilde's Parish.

the next day.

Donna watched the porters coming in and out of the door, carrying all kinds of strange ornaments and books, loading these things onto the carriage outside. She watched these things pile up more and more outside, and she felt reluctant to leave.

Even though she hadn't been here for long, she had actually formed an impression of this place very early on.

The address was marked on every letter Clayton sent to Patnoo, and this place appeared on the letters for more than two years.

"Are we really moving away?"

"Yes, we're leaving today." Clayton stood beside the carriage, took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then answered her with certainty.

He spent yesterday afternoon dealing with a lot of things. In addition to going to the Sheriff's Office to find school information, he also went to the pay bathroom to clean himself, looked for a house in St. Benilde's Parish, hired servants, placed an advertisement in the newspaper, and went to the car dealership to compensate Donna for the horse she took away.

The busy work has added some fun to his heart, and he now truly feels that his life is getting better.

"Clayton, you know, I thought you were married before I came here." Donna suddenly said, "When I knocked on the door, I expected to see a beautiful woman here, and a cute child."

"Then I disappoint you."

Clayton was neither a beauty nor a child.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because Uren got married very early." Donna said as a matter of course.

Clayton's eyes wandered, his curiosity extinguished, and he began to regret bringing up the subject.

"I was busy with my career and had no time for love. At that time, I wanted to be an apprentice to a sculptor, so I practiced my carving skills every day."

"Oh." Donna understood.

But this is not the case, and it is related to Ulun again.

For Clayton, as long as a woman can make him feel moved, even if the other party is not so good-looking, or married, or has two or three lovers at the same time, or even a prostitute, he is still willing to pursue her. But there is one exception.

That is, this woman likes his brother.

This exceptional condition is everywhere in Batnu. All the girls in Batnu like Ulun. Before Ulun got married, they even begged their fathers to arrange their marriage later, which caused the average marriage age of young people in Batnu to be delayed by one year during that period.

Clayton was indeed attracted to a girl from his hometown, but no matter how casual he was, he could not accept that his wife stared at his brother with admiring eyes all day long.

The call to finish work rang out.

While they were talking, the workers had already loaded all the things onto the carriage, and then left in groups of three or four, humming songs.

Donna looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but Clayton ignored her and spoke to the drivers of the wagons carrying goods, who soon set off and drove to the other end of the street.

When they were all gone, Clayton opened the door of the carriage behind him.

"Okay, let's get in the car too."

The wheels turned, gradually moving away from the old house on Marlin Street.

Along the way, Donna wanted to ask questions, but Clayton blocked all questions with his snoring.

When they arrived at their new home in St. Benilde's Parish, two servants in white shirts and black vests were already waiting at the door. One helped the workers move the goods into the front hall, while the other was responsible for guiding the Bello uncle and nephew.

As soon as Donna saw the gorgeous courtyard, she immediately forgot all the questions in her mind. She jumped out of the car with a smile on her face, ignored the servant's instructions, and walked straight through the black arched door, ran to the fountain stone platform in the front yard, bent down and tried to drink water.

Clayton's movements were unusually slow. He followed Donna and looked at the fancy black wrought iron railings at the door and the exquisite animal-shaped stone sculptures hidden in the green path in the front yard. The joy in his heart was less than he had imagined, and more of a sense of helplessness and bewilderment.

This new house has only two floors, but it is very wide. In addition to the two halls, there are still fourteen rooms. The outdoor area includes two gardens in the front and back yards, as well as stables, gatehouses and other facilities.

Although there are such favorable conditions, this is in the suburbs and the price is much lower than in the city center. It can be rented for five years for 1,500 pounds. The interior decoration is already neatly equipped, exquisite and gorgeous. I just signed the rental contract yesterday and can move in today.

They crossed the vestibule and entered the house, which was spacious enough that the luggage they had brought from Marlin Street only took up a corner of the vestibule.

Noticing this gap, Clayton almost doubted what kind of life he had lived before.

Donna spun around happily, her skirt blooming like a flower.

Clayton still couldn't muster up the energy. He had been here yesterday and was very satisfied at that time. He decided to sign the contract almost immediately after reading it without making any further choices. But at this moment, he suddenly lost that sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Donna will be going to school soon, and it would be a waste for him to live in such a big house alone.

Noticing his state, Donna stopped her restless legs.

"What's wrong, Clayton? Are you unhappy?" Although she was sympathetic to Clayton, Donna was looking around with a beaming smile on her face, looking very arrogant. People who didn't know her might have thought that she had rented the house and invited Clayton to be her guest.

Clayton shook his head silently.

He wasn't unhappy, he just calmed down after the big purchase.

A well-mannered man who looked to be in his forties came from behind and saluted them.

This is Harrington, the butler hired by the previous tenant from a housekeeping company. He has light blond hair and looks very elegant, so after the previous tenant left, the landlord continued to hire him as the butler here, and Clayton has no plans to hire another butler.

He first reported to Clayton the arrival of the servants today, and then asked them to choose a room to use as a bedroom.

Clayton accepted the master's status calmly. He raised his chin and looked at Donna: "Okay, go pick a room you like. It will be your bedroom from now on."

Donna seemed to have thought of something and suddenly became calm.

"Clayton, you choose first."

Clayton picked a room at random, and Butler Harrington took the key from the key chain on his waist and handed it to him.

Donna immediately chose an adjacent room and Harrington gave her the key.

"The room will be ready soon."

The butler bowed again, then turned and walked towards the servant. As he turned around, he revealed another bunch of keys at his waist.

Donna's eyes widened and she took two steps forward: "Wait, what's that on your left waist?"

The butler turned around and replied respectfully: "Here are the spare keys for all the rooms."

"Give me the spare key to my room and I'll keep it for myself." The witch reached out to grab the key without question, and her uncle raised his hand to grab her back at the same time.

"She used to live in the country and wasn't used to handing over the key to her room to someone else for safekeeping."

As he spoke, Clayton extended his other hand.

Harrington nodded in realization and obediently handed him the spare key.

After Harrington left, Clayton frowned and looked at Donna: "How rude! What did Tristis teach you? It is his duty to keep the keys. To speak like this is equivalent to accusing him of not being a responsible person."

Donna didn't believe him. "But I just want my keys back."

"A spare key is for backup. If you carry all the keys with you, it will be meaningless." Clayton handed the key over, but Donna didn't take it. He asked her curiously, "Don't you want the key?"

The little witch shook her head: "I just don't want the key to be in other people's hands. I need my room to be completely sealed."

"You're not going to do anything bad, are you?" Clayton became alert. He shouldn't have worried about Donna, but her passion for the killer business planted the seeds of doubt in his heart.

A fully enclosed room is of course also a necessary venue for many rituals and is very suitable for practicing witchcraft.

Donna didn't like his questioning: "What bad intentions could I have?"

"Maybe you will lurk in other people's dreams and haunt them, just to see through their dreams whether their life records are clean or not."

Clayton made a serious guess, and Donna took a breath and put her hands on her hips: "I would never do such a stupid thing! I'm not a child anymore!"

"Yes." Clayton looked at her kindly.

Donna threw her head back in a plaintive tone, turned and strode toward the front hall, where their luggage was piled.

"I'll go and let Clara out."

"Go ahead." Clayton looked at her back and said, "We'll discuss your schedule later."

Donna staggered and sped away from Clayton's sight.

(End of this chapter)