The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 38 Clues
The woman raised her head and carefully looked at Clayton's rich, nourished and plump cheeks, while her own face turned into a stone sculpture-like texture in the firelight.

Grief reaches Creighton in an ineffable way.

Viva didn't say anything mean, she just asked one thing.

One thing Clayton should know logically, but it never occurred to him to ask.

"I want to accept your apology, but do you know my husband's name?"

The question was like a powerful electric shock, giving Clayton a severe headache.

The receptionist who told him that the Sheriff's Department had contacted Viva did not name the deceased, and he never really thought to ask about it.

So he had to tell Viva: "Sorry, I don't know."

Names are sacred, and everyone should know whose life they have ended.

But it's not a simple matter.

To kill a person without a name is to kill a concept named "enemy", to kill "Jack" or "Lane" is to kill a real person.

So Creighton doesn't think about who he killed, he doesn't want to hear that name.

He held his forehead and said without hesitation: "But it's not important. I contacted you to compensate the living."

Soldiers are bloody pragmatists, and the longer they serve, the more so they become.

"I don't need anything anymore." Viva looked at him with dry eyes, and this time it was Clayton's turn to avoid her sight: "The last time my husband went out was to borrow money to buy medicine for our seriously ill child. Nothing is needed, it's too late."

The widow logically took out a flintlock gun from the inside pocket of her multi-layered clothes, held the handle with trembling hands and pointed at him, her eyes had a sense of emptiness similar to that of the dead.

The dead silence lasted for nearly ten seconds.

But she ultimately chose not to shoot.

Clayton watched in silence as Viva put down the gun by herself and put it on the table.

Although he has the ability to subdue the opponent, he prefers to let Viva choose for herself.

"Actually, I also forgot his name." She said, her face still numb, and she spoke very slowly.

"I don't own this gun, I can't afford it. Someone gave it to me and she said you murdered my husband on purpose to use his death to cover up some more horrific crime. You take revenge. But it now appears that I was deceived and the advice was not well-intentioned."

People who are full of dirty deeds in their hearts must panic at the gunpoint, and Creighton passed her final test.

"Thank you for your trust, ma'am."

Clayton bowed his head and bowed his eyebrows, showing respect to Viva who forgave him.

Respect her reason and kindness.

"But can you tell me who gave you this gun?"

"I don't remember, my memory has deteriorated a lot since my child died."

When mentioning this matter, Wei Wa seemed to be talking about someone else's experience, and there was no wave on her face except for the fatigue imprinted on her face.

She didn't ask Clayton the truth about her husband's death, nor did she consider what the person who gave her the gun was thinking.

Just because she has reached the limit in all aspects of spirit.

The reason why I came here was only by invitation.

Clayton sees that Viva is an educated lady, but he knows that after extreme grief, people's health and memory will be damaged, and their view of the world will be completely different from before.

This is also impossible.

"I've seen you, now I should go."

Viva stood up and staggered. Clayton hurried forward to help her, and Viva naturally accepted the support.

She didn't thank him, and left the waiting room alone after standing still.

After investigating the Broken Wing Angel Club for a few days, Creighton can basically conclude that he has no other choice but to attack.

There are people here both day and night.

The girls inside never go out, they hire people to bring food in.

Linking the guns and provocations Viva received, Clayton had to admit a fact.

His actions may have been discovered by the Holy Grail.

The opponent is already defending himself, and has also taken the initiative to attack.

If Clayton can't find Spider-Priest yet, things will only get worse for him.

However, this period of time is not without good news. At least Clara's relationship with him has improved a lot after several times of feeding.

So Clayton plans to start the next process.

"Clara, can you sign a contract with me?"

This was the question he asked Clara after reading the book's explanation of the entry on demons.

In books, there is a very tongue-twisting way to record that demons are not concrete entities, they are spiritual beings, so they can remotely possess their bodies and speak in people's consciousness.

Human emotions are an important source of nourishment for demons, so some people will make deals with them. Most demons are quite honest.

By sacrificing certain emotions and spirituality, wizards can provide them with the power to see through people's hearts, or teach spiritual magic enough to play with people's hearts.

The flame that burned Clayton at the beginning was actually this kind of magic.

It can only change his perception of pain, but not burn it to other things.

Clayton is quite interested in this kind of power. Since there is a demon in front of him, he is of course willing to ask for advice.

The head of Clara on the table looked puzzled: "Contract? What is a contract?"

He was obviously a demon, but he didn't even know the contract. The werewolf's heart tightened. His worst fears were finally confirmed.

Because Clara was too stupid, the possessed demon couldn't convey the information he possessed.

He explained patiently: "It is I who exchanged strength with you with emotional spirituality."

"Emotions. Spirituality. What's that?"

Clara asked again.

"It's what you ate before, not the meat I gave you."

"Emotions are bread?"

"Why don't you possess me." Clayton said sincerely.

Although Clara can occasionally say some amazing words, when it comes to discussing real issues, he can clearly feel that her intelligence level is not enough to talk to ordinary people.

There is only one way now, which is to let the demon possess Clayton himself, so that his intelligence may recover.

He looked at the girl's head expectantly.

Clara rolled her eyes twice, and looked at him innocently.

"What is possession?"

"What are you on now?"

"Clara is on the table."

Clara began to look at Creighton sympathetically.

Clayton's voice raised unconsciously: "Not this one!"

Clara pursed her lips, her eyes looked elsewhere.

Although she was stupid, she knew that the answer must be correct.

"Where are you from?"

"Clara came out of Joe Marney's."

"What about before?"

"Clara lives at Clara's house, of course."

Clayton turned around, stretched out wolf nails and scratched his face fiercely, tearing from forehead to cheek.

The superficial pain gave him a lot of energy.

He reflected on himself, thinking that a better relationship with Clara would solve the problem, but it was still too naive.

Seeing his actions, Clara had some misunderstandings: "What is Creighton eating? Clara wants to eat too."

Clayton turned his face away, blushing, and showed her his nails.

"Clara won't eat, won't eat!" the head yelled.

Clayton let out a long sigh, deeply understanding what kind of existence he was communicating with.

With this kind of intelligence, why would someone choose her as a contract devil?
"Are you a demon—?" He wasn't sure.

If it weren't for Clara's powerful immortal body and the terrifying ability to survive without eating for many years, he would only think that this was the existence of what Grogne called a bugger.

But having said that, the devil entry in Tritis's book doesn't seem to mention that the devil can give the host such abilities.

Clara said proudly: "Clara is not a demon, Clara is Clara,"

"Okay, Clara, who told you to kill Joe Marney?" Clayton asked casually, and he dragged over the fish tank that had been replaced with silver salt solution, as well as the velvet covering the fish tank, and was about to wait for Klara to kill him. Ra puts her in after one last meaningless answer.

If this answer can't be answered, it means that this head has no real benefit value for him.

But Clayton would not abandon her, the house was too deserted, it would be nice to have a companion.

It's much cheaper to keep Clara than a dog.

"It's Mom," Clara said.

For the first time, she gave the kind of answer Creighton wanted.

Clayton's movements stopped.

To be honest, at that moment just now, the first thing he thought of was Joe Mani who was working in the art studio.

This thought made him shudder, and his ears were almost deformed and pricked up.

"Clara's mother?"

"Well, mom said she wanted me to do something, so she took Clara to Mani's house. Clara remembered that she had breakfast and made a carriage that day." Clara said proudly.

Arriving in the old house of the Mani family in a carriage, Clayton suddenly realized that the guy he was chatting with also had a home in Sasha City.

He finally found a clue!

"Clara, Clayton wants to visit Clara's house, is that okay?"

At this moment, the werewolf's smile was extremely kind.

(End of this chapter)