The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 366 The Same Direction

Two dueling men pointed their swords at each other in front of more than twenty people.

In order to see the other person's movements better, Clayton took off his sunglasses and threw them aside. When George Silver saw his eyes, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face, but he quickly recovered and smiled disdainfully.

"I see. This is your trump card."

Clayton said nothing. He took a step forward with his right foot and adopted a fencing-like sideways stance, with the tip of his sword pointing at the opponent's head and his eyes on the opponent's shoulder.

George Silver closed his mouth and did the same thing.

Both of them looked at their opponents intently, moving slowly, looking for opportunities to attack in their opponents' movements. Their wrists and eyes were steady like machines, but not to the point of being stiff.

Just by watching, one can see that they are not unfamiliar with dueling, and can even be said to be very familiar with it.

Their confrontation lasted for a minute, and no one expected that the outcome would be decided in an instant.

The two people in the circle moved at the same time. The retired soldiers who served as notaries could hardly see their movements. They could only see that the distance between them suddenly shortened, so fast that the onlookers almost thought they were distracted. At the same time, two silver lights flashed, and the space in front of the tavern returned to silence.

When the two slowed down their movements again, they realized that the sword in George Silver's hand had disappeared. He stepped back two steps, holding his neck, and blood gushed out from the place where his palm was covering, flowing on the dark blue boat coat, forming dark stains. The golden star and crown on the collar were also stained red.

George looked at Clayton, opened his mouth, and then fell silently backwards.

Clayton looked at his body, dropped the sword in his hand, then crossed his right arm in front of him and slowly pulled out the sword. Blood gushed out from the broken skin, covering the marks of burning.

The sharp silver-plated blade pierced through the ulna and radius, cutting a long distance in the muscle, almost splitting his arm in half.

"What a fast sword," Clayton exclaimed, bending down and placing George's sword into its owner's arms.

Only Clayton felt George's sword. The young nobleman was indeed very skilled, and he wielded the sword faster than any enemy he had ever seen. However, perhaps because he did not want to be injured, or perhaps because he realized that Clayton's arm was too long and it was difficult to get close and attack Clayton's vital points, George chose to use his sword to intercept Clayton's right arm that was holding the sword, thinking that even if he could not stop his opponent, he could at least make him lose the ability to control the weapon.

If it was before going to Wonderland, Clayton might have let go because of the pain, but now.
He was used to the pain.

One wrong choice cost George Silver his life.

Seeing that the outcome was decided, the people around cheered, and some people who had worked as medics came over to check Clayton's injuries.

However, such injuries are very serious for ordinary people, but Clayton can heal completely after two days of rest. George's sword is very sharp, so the wound is particularly smooth and easier to heal.

Clayton won the duel, but the fact that a serving officer looked down on a retired soldier still cast a shadow over his heart.

Now there was no sheriff, and he was anxious to deal with George's body, so he only did a simple bandage, and then hired a few carriages to take George Silver's body, suicide note and other witnesses to the original sheriff's office and register them at the notary office there.

As for Henry Motto lying in the store, no one remembered him anymore.

The deceased George Silver rode in the same carriage with Clayton. The dead young man no longer looked arrogant, but instead had a unique serenity.

As the carriage jolted, the corpse swayed slightly, and it looked as if it was coming alive.

Clayton stared at its face, lost in thought, while thinking about what the dead man had told him.

He was sworn to secrecy and not to profit from the information, but it was still okay to think about it.

The news struck him as odd.

"It could be a miracle." That was the confidential information George Silver told him.

The message was very brief, so brief that no matter how hard Clayton tried to think, he couldn't figure out how this message could help anyone.

Miracle, it sounds like it may refer to the special power possessed by clergy, but it can also describe an event with a very small probability of happening.

Who on earth would need such news?
Clayton still hadn't figured this out until he arrived at the Sheriff's Office.

A group of people carried the body and helped Clayton climb up to the floor where the notary office was located. The suicide notes of Clayton Bello and George Silver, the signatures of many witnesses, and the intact property on the body all proved that this incident was not an evil murder, but a duel initiated by men to prove their honor.

Although the custom of duelling has declined in Dorne, the law still makes exceptions for duelling.

Even if the military came and knew about this, they couldn't do anything to Clayton.

The notary office recorded the incident, and then someone sent George's body to a public cemetery for temporary burial. At the same time, they would notify the deceased's family to come and claim the body based on the address information on the suicide note.

After doing all this, Clayton said goodbye to everyone else and went home to recuperate.

Julius used his alchemist's expertise to prepare some medicine for his wound. The next day, his arm was almost healed, so he was ready to fulfill his promise to George Silver. Coincidentally, the person George wanted to contact lived in Viodi, and he could pass by when he went to Berdalabik.

The inquiries previously sent to Berdalabik and Weiod finally received a response - the body collectors in both places did not find the bodies suspected to be those of Jin Jie and Edgar.

Clayton calculated the time and decided to take Julius to Berdalabik in advance to check the situation.

He booked two train tickets, prepared a suitcase and a gun, asked the butler Harrington to look after the house, and boarded the train with the wizard in the afternoon.

The fields around Sasha City were extremely beautiful. Clayton leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to admire the scenery passing by outside the window as the whistle and the rhythmic sound of the wheels turned. Julius also looked out for a few times, but eventually turned his head away uncomfortably, choosing to close his eyes and take a nap.

Late at night, the train stopped at a station near a town, and some armed men were patrolling outside the station with lanterns.

In the past, trains carrying passengers continued to run late at night, but this is no longer allowed.

Clayton suspected that this rule was established against the Dark Elves. One of his ancestors took advantage of the night to cause serious damage to the railway. The railway company could not help but guard against similar incidents from happening again.

The train started again in the early morning of the next day. By noon, they had reached a critical point in their journey, where they needed to get off the train to rest for a night in a nearby town, and then cross the area to another train station.

Clayton jumped off the train nimbly with his suitcase, while Julius almost fell down when he got off.

There were also some people who got off the bus with them, all looking hurried.

There were also some tall and short people on the platform holding tall paper signs with words written in thick strokes on them saying they offered bag carrying and guide services.

"Watch your pockets." Clayton whispered to the wizard. Naturally, the pockets all over his body attracted a lot of malicious glances.

There are all kinds of people in this place, but the most common ones are thieves and swindlers.

At least a quarter of those Morels were thieves in the name of service, but their tall Plainsmen could not be trusted, and there were also the children running around in the corners of the station, all of them carrying razor blades or wire that could hook open the pockets with a bump and scrape the "meat" clean like a clam.

The lieutenant didn't look like someone who was easy to mess with, so most of the people in front of him voluntarily parted to make way for him.

Julius was also prepared. He took a newly bought cane and waved it frequently left and right to drive away any dwarfs that approached.

If you look at him from a distance, you might think he is a blind man using a cane to find his way.

The two stayed in an inn in this transit town. Their next plan was to rest for a night and hire a horse carriage the next morning to travel a distance of nearly 20 miles to reach a platform built by another railway company.

Once inside, Julius finally regained his spirits without having to think about the horrible train meal. On the way to his room, he asked Clayton, "So what message did the dead guy ask you to pass on?"

"It's confidential," Clayton said.

The wizard sneered at him: "You have lied so many times, and you still care about a promise to a dead person, not to mention that he was killed by you."

"I swore on my own name." Clayton did not get angry. His boots made an echoing sound in the dark and narrow corridor. "If you swear on your own name, you must abide by it. This is my principle. When I tell you my real name, you can absolutely believe me - as long as you don't play any tricks later."

"George Silver didn't play any tricks on me, so I'm not going to play any tricks on him."

"A strange principle," Julius commented.

"It's strange, but people have to insist on something. We can't just believe in nothing, right?" Clayton stood at the door of his room, opened the door with the key, threw the suitcase on the bed, and then closed the door: "I'll go take a look around."

Julius was about to open the door of his room, but when he heard him say this, he put his hand down and followed him.

Clayton was not going to do anything secret, he just went to the local pawn shop to check the prices of various items. The antique business and the pawn shop have many common business areas.

Moreover, his two missing helpers, Ginger and Edgar, might have come here for this reason, and perhaps he could find clues to their whereabouts here.

When they arrived at the pawn shop, the president looked exactly like the other pawnshop owners Clayton knew.

The eyes that are always squinting for estimation under the silver-rimmed glasses, the slightly open mouth seems to be ready to recommend loan sharking services to people at any time, and the bald hair is needless to say, which makes people think that their hair may be bound to their conscience, so it is lost in the process of doing business.

When he heard the doorbell ring, the bank president put down the documents in his hand and waited for them to come over and greet him.

Clayton walked to the counter and suddenly smelled a familiar scent. His nostrils twitched and he changed what he was about to say.

"Did a guest with black hair and green eyes come here just now?" he asked.

He smelled the scent of the "seller" who had escaped from him.