The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 4 Debt

Clayton wasn't worried about Joe Marney.

At least when they left the underground theater last night, they were out of the sight of the Holy Grail Society.After that, as long as Joe doesn't come home, it is not difficult to get rid of the chase.

Clayton will not take the initiative to deal with the Holy Grail for his personal vendetta.

It is too risky to challenge an unknown enemy. The lieutenant is now a businessman, and what a businessman hates most is turmoil. He would rather keep the Holy Grail in an unknown and peaceful state.

I just don't know what the other party thinks.

After cleaning the first floor, he went upstairs to make a pot of black tea for himself, then spread out a piece of letter paper on the table, ready to write a letter.

The pen has absorbed enough ink, and the pointed end leaves a curve on the paper——

"My dear."

"Shit!"

Clayton Bello leaned back heavily, intending to rest for 2 minutes before writing another letter.

If it was not a last resort, he would not ask Tritis for help.

The woman was the wife of his late brother Uren Bello, also a nasty narcissist.

After Uren's death, Clayton wrote a letter requesting her to take good care of her brother and her common daughter, and try not to remarry if she can't find a gentleman of good character, lest her stepfather have a bad influence on her children.

As a result, the letter was misinterpreted to mean something else,
This suspicion developed to the point where Clayton mentioned in the letter that he would visit them and Tritis would refuse, but the money he sent would be accepted.

Thanks to her, he still doesn't know what his eldest brother's daughter, Donna Bello, looks like.

Thinking of this woman's face, Creighton felt an urge to throw a dart.

But sadly, she is the only person he can trust now.

Tritis had completed a complete nun training in the monastery, and she might be able to answer his questions—about the meaning of the existence of those extraordinary things, and how the Baijiao interpreted and dealt with them.

With a long sigh, Clayton began to write carefully, blurred the problems he encountered and applied them to the friend who had just come up with the name, expressing his surprise after seeing the extraordinary world, and then gradually extended it from this
Before I knew it, the teapot bottomed out, and the letter paper was almost full.

After he actually put pen to paper, he realized that the questions he wanted to ask were several times more than what he had initially considered.

He checked the contents and made sure there was nothing that would misunderstand Tritis, and then he put the letter into the envelope and prepared to write down the address and the recipient's name.

The hand holding the pen stopped suddenly, and Clayton turned his head to look at the window.

Out of the window came a smell that he had only smelled yesterday.

"Mr. Bello, a guest is looking for you." Charlotte's voice came from outside the door.

Clayton put down his pen with a nod, then took a revolver from a drawer, stuck it in his belt, and covered it with his clothes.

When he served in Loren, he used old-fashioned equipment, and he had never fired a breech-loading gun, but the revolver was a new type of weapon that was easy to use.The six shot chances more than make up for the lack of accuracy and excessive recoil.

Waiting downstairs was a woman with honey-colored skin, her appearance was quite delicate, and she was wearing a floor-length blue dress.

Clayton came down the stairs, with the smile that any customer would have on his face, and tipped his hat to her. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am. I wonder what you can do with me?"

Judging from the smell, this woman is Rosa who danced on the stage wearing a veil last night.

Clayton wasn't sure why she had come, but he wanted to keep things peaceful.

If it doesn't work, there is still a left wheel.

At least he won't transform until the gun runs out of bullets.

Compared to last night, Rosa looked much quieter. She took a step forward, raised her skirt and curtseyed: "Excuse me, but we actually met last night."

This action is almost like a noble lady, and Clayton has a half-truth and half-fake puzzled expression on his face:
"Excuse me, I don't remember, where did you see me?"

The dancer's face flushed a little more, as if she really felt that her work was a bit shameful:
"I was on stage."

Clayton opened his mouth slightly, trying to look as surprised as possible—if he didn't have a supernatural sense of smell, it would really surprise him.

"I'm here to look for someone this time. I don't know where is Mr. Mani who came with you at that time?"

Rosa's eyes fluttered, her lips pursed, her eyes bypassed Clayton and looked towards the stairs, as if she wanted to explore the space upstairs:
"He left too early last night, and my scarf is still with him."

Clayton didn't know what kind of trick she was playing, or she came to test because she didn't know the relationship between Joe and himself.

But it is true, even if the Holy Grail will always monitor Joe, he will keep a certain distance, not everything can be monitored.

Thinking of this, his expression immediately changed into the look of upper-class people looking at a bitch with both desire and disgust: "Joe Marney is not here, I don't know why you came here to look for him, but I can tell you that he lives Where."

Seeing that he noticed the look in her eyes, Rosa smiled embarrassedly:

"I know, and I have already been to his house. He is not at home, but he left a note asking me to come to you. That scarf is not very cheap, and I only have one for a show."

The antique dealer patted the counter next to him, startling Charlotte who was in a daze behind:
"Damn it, you bastard! He wrote that? I don't have your stuff, how can I pay it back for him?"

Rosa was also stunned when she saw his reaction: "Sorry, I thought you were friends."

Clayton sneered in his heart, she likes acting, and he can accompany her to the end.

"A friend wouldn't cover his debts with junk and strip club tickets,"

He spread his hands, weaving the illusion that he and the other party were on the same front: "I asked him to help run errands temporarily last night, but he ran away with my goods, and now I don't know where to fool around."

It would be best if he could just pick himself out of trouble like this, but at least let the other party believe that he is not an enemy.

Rosa forced a smile: "I didn't expect him to be such a person. Before, I gave him the family ring as a token of love. Now... maybe I can't get it back?"

She said that the circles of her eyes were red, and her pitiful appearance was unbearable.

If it wasn't for the deep-rooted stench of corpses on her body, Clayton would have almost believed it.

He sighed, and took out his handkerchief to her: "If you talk about rings, Jo has left a silver ring, and he paid sixty pounds with it."

The dancer's eyes glowed: "Can I take a look?"

"of course."

Clayton went upstairs and took the ring off, and he really planned to give it back to the other party.

This bishop's ring can only remove the deformation effect of inhuman monsters. This ability is useless to him. If there is no suitable buyer, it is just an ordinary ancient silver jewelry.

If you stay here with yourself, if you are discovered by the Holy Grail, it will only arouse suspicion.

Seeing the ring, Rosa's body suddenly relaxed, and she stretched out her hand to grab the ring:

"thanks."

Clayton took a step back, avoiding her hand: "If you can pay fifty pounds, you can take it back."

No request is impossible, who would believe in a free gift?
"That's right." The dancer withdrew her hand, blushing violently. "Sorry, I didn't bring enough money today."

"It's okay, Miss Rosa. You can raise money slowly, and I will keep the ring for you, for the sake of the Holy Light." Clayton put away the ring without any mercy, and then began to see off the guests:

"Forgive me for not giving it away. If you see Joe, let me know. This year is almost over, and he still owes me three hundred pounds."

Rosa looked disappointed and went away,
Clayton wasn't too happy, and while he wanted peace, he'd rather have a fight.

The more the Holy Grail Society is unwilling to open conflicts, the more it means that Joe Mani has made the matter so serious that the people of the Holy Grail Society have to plan to hide in Sasha City for a long time.

He regretted not asking clearly last night.

Joe took two things from the Holy Grail, one is the bishop's ring, which is now in his hands.Another thing was destroyed, but the people of the Holy Grail Society didn't know that this should be the purpose of their stay in Sasha City.

The thing that was destroyed must have been extremely important.

Three days later, Rosa from the Holy Grail Society did not come to the store either.

The bishop's ring lay quietly in the studio, no one paid attention to it.

Picking a good time to send the letter to Tritis to the post office, Clayton went home cautiously.

His house was watched.

Watchers appeared after Rosa visited the rusted silver coins, apparently because Joe Mani was watching a striptease show and asked Rosa to give him a ticket, which made the Holy Grail misjudge their relationship.

Clayton temporarily lived in a tenement apartment in the parish of San Maudre, only one street away from the so-called poor district, separated by black iron railings and spikes, just as the ancients guarded against the epidemic of smallpox.

Some want to come in and some want to get out.

Clayton didn't know if he was free from suspicion in the eyes of the Holy Grail Society, but he was unwilling to try.

The strange stench of corpses permeated everywhere, and he had to pretend not to notice it.

If you want to follow up, follow up. Anyway, he and the Holy Grail have no personal grievances, and all actions are legal and legitimate.

Clayton glanced at the living room window, where the gray curtains had been drawn all the time, but now there were signs of opening,
The stench of corpses is everywhere, and it is impossible to tell where it came from and where it disappeared.

It seems that there are not only stalkers today, but also people breaking into the house to rummage through the boxes.

He didn't close the door so that the breeze from the corridor could blow in, then he went to the living room and bedroom to open the windows for ventilation, and finally lit a candle and walked to the cellar.

There was some bloody beef frozen in the cellar. Clayton originally planned to eat it raw, because the landlord who raised the dog said that eating raw meat was good for the fur. He thought this experience might also work for werewolves.

However, he has been stared at by these people with a bad smell these days, and it is not easy for him to transform in his own home.

Clayton is not good at cooking, so he can't cook by himself.

Counting the time, those ice cubes should melt, and if these frozen meats are not processed, they will also stink.

Pulling back the cover of the cellar, he held the candle in one hand, and climbed down the stairs with a certain slope with the other hand,
Before the feet touched the ground, a strong stench of silt filled the nostrils.

The combination of fresh and stale rot gave Clayton a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)