The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 7 Prerequisites for a Better Life

When Clayton was a student, news broke in Gorival County that four robbers in 22-kilogram homemade iron armor robbed a bank, and even rifle bullets would bounce off them. They fought for [-] hours, failed to take them down, and finally had to set fire to the bank, burning the four robbers to death.

The weight of the armor was almost the same as that of the Towton Knights, which made Clayton feel that they were nothing special.

Now that I think about it, those robbers did wear heavy armor, but they also had difficulty escaping from the bank because of the weight.The Towton Knights are much more flexible than them.

When a person often sees a thing appearing, he will include it as part of his "ordinary".

Clayton pursued the shadow of the extraordinary world, but never found that world beside him.

It’s not just that they look different to be extraordinary.

He thought about it again, and suddenly felt that many people he had met before were very suspicious.

Take the hunters as an example, they can aim at a target 300 meters away with the naked eye, which is far beyond his reach.

It is said that there are sailors in Dorne's navy who can dive 120 yards deep. Everyone in the grenadier troops of the northern Republic of Milenti is at least [-] meters tall. A strange man who buried himself underground for three days without eating or drinking.
There must be extraordinary people in the army.

But Clayton still couldn't be sure whether the phenomena he had seen belonged to the extraordinary or a racial problem.

After all, the limit of a mortal is not a definite value,
The dwarves on the eastern plateau are stronger than people of normal height, and the sharp-eared tribesmen in the Mithril Forest have the best physical strength among all races. Naturally, different races have different advantages.

But in this way, it is impossible to distinguish those people who have received the blessings from heaven, and those people who may be monsters like him.

He stroked the thick beard on his chin and said to himself: "If there is such an international competition that can compare the physical fitness of people of the same type and body type who have undergone long-term training from all over the world, maybe I can determine the limit of ordinary people gone."

But this is obviously whimsical,

The world is going to be at war every few years, and the kind of international competition he wants can only be held in a peaceful environment.

Clayton abandoned his fantasy and continued to read Tritis's letter.

"Considering that your ignorance is normal, I also sent the reference book. Basically everything you want to know is in the book. If you still don't understand something, I suggest you ask a local priest."

That's a terrible attitude, and the last thing I want to see right now is the priest. Clayton sighed.

He glanced at the cover of the thick book, the old and dusty black cardboard had a gold-plated title on it.

"Two Thousand Common Senses for Occult Lovers"

It seemed to be an amateur, and Clayton had already begun to wonder if Tritis sent this book to him because she thought it was taking up space, and she even earned him a favor.

Tritis' suggestion ends here.

But Clayton saw that there were strange bumps underneath, so he turned the letter over.

There is a short passage at the back of the letter paper, the handwriting is a bit distorted, the ink color is different from the words on the front, and the writing is extremely small.

There are several strange circular water stains next to the handwriting, making the paper curl and crisp,

Dry tears?
Clayton frowned, he couldn't imagine Tritis crying.

The woman probably sneezed on the smell of chemicals while writing the letter.

He looked at the small print:
"By the way, Donna wants to transfer schools recently, but there are really no good schools locally. How about Sasha City?"

Clayton's hand holding the letter stiffened, and a ray of light shone from his soul.

His mind went blank for a while, and there was only one thought in his mind,
Tritis is crazy!
Damn control freak, megalomaniac, narcissist, Clayton could give her as many derogatory adjectives as possible, but he admitted that she was a woman with a strong will, making decisions that would not be easily changed.

Although Tritis didn't say anything, Clayton knew that she always felt that the Bello family owed her.

Ulun Bello abducted her from the monastery, failed to fulfill her husband's responsibilities, and volunteered to join the army at the conscription office, and then died on the battlefield, leaving her and her daughter Donna behind.

It's hard to say that her dislike for Creighton is inherited from Uren, after all, they both have the surname Bello.

If possible, Tritis would change her daughter's surname and never meet Clayton again.

She has always been so persistent.

So now what about this query?

Could it be that she is finally willing to put aside the past and plan to move to Sasha City with her family, so that the last two blood relatives of the Bello family can meet? !

He stood up and paced back and forth, trying to cool off.Open the window again to blow the air.

Thinking of his niece Donna Bello, Clayton's mood was like a military airship with a howitzer, with two contradictory states of lightness and heaviness.

That should be the last normal person in Bello's family, no matter how hard you train him, you can't overdo it.

"Write another letter to ask about the situation."

Even though Tritis simply asked a question, he started to have a headache.

Although Donna's child has never met, she should be about to enter high school. Clayton intends to ask Charlotte, his female assistant who graduated from Sion University, to ask.

Despite the progress of the times, many schools are still as conservative as they have been in the past 200 years,
There are not many schools that are willing to enroll women. As a relatively wealthy big city in China, Sasha City has several public high schools that are not limited to gender. It is really difficult to choose.

As for the Holy Grail Society, Clayton vowed that he would let them all go to see the Heavenly Father within a month!
They must not be allowed to affect the security of the city,

If Donna wants to come.

The next day, Clayton did not go to rust the silver coins.

Charlotte will take care of everything in the shop.

He was going to get rid of the watchers around Joe Mani today, and he would ask Charlotte about the school the next day.

The Holy Grail Society has already discovered that the monitors around him have been killed, and will definitely be more cautious in the future, and he will try to finish the matter before he resumes the monitoring status here.

Clayton had met Joe Marney before, and Joe's watcher must have been there,
It's just that he can't find the unfamiliar smell from the smell floating around, and if the other party hides in a high place and just observes from a distance with a telescope, no matter how strong the smell is, it may not be able to reach his nose.

Before finding the opponent, you must first pick a commanding height to investigate.

And it was a little trouble to bring out the Conqueror rifle during the day, so he planned to operate at night.

But there is nothing to do during the day.

He went to a hidden detective agency in the city's west end.

The owner of this detective agency, Bruno, is barely an acquaintance of Clayton. He met him at the Veterans Club, and he is also a frequent visitor to the tree house. His strength and brains are trustworthy.

The fly in the ointment is that Bruno fell into the habit of drinking after the war, and his mental state was not good, so he needed to take medicine all the time.Therefore, there was no spare money to spend on advertising in newspapers, and the business of the firm was also affected. The reputation was only spread by a few regular customers, which was quite small.

But the office is said to be an office, but it is actually his home.

Clayton rang Bruno's doorbell, waited a few seconds, and the door opened.

He was greeted by an unknown woman.

Under the short shoulder-length brown hair is a tall figure, a black top hat with a large brim, a black tight cotton shirt and trousers, high-heeled boots on his feet, and a striking rapier and short musket at his waist.

Clayton was in a trance when he saw this masculine attire, thinking he was back in the cavalry company.

Except for the color, it is no different from the daily military uniform of the cavalry at that time.

"I'm looking for Bruno,"

The girl dressed as a man tilted her head: "He's inside, but he can't get up now."

Clayton was uncertain about her relationship with Bruno, and couldn't help but be attracted by the big-brimmed hat:

"Excuse me?"

"Marie Etta, Bruno's client." She looked directly at Clayton's face without any shyness: "Sir, we seem to have met somewhere."

Clayton couldn't remember where he'd seen her, and the outfit would have stood out.

"I'm afraid not, miss."

"That's it."

Mary Etta turned and walked back, and Clayton followed, closing the door behind her.

It wasn't the first time he had been here, but it was the first time since he turned into a werewolf.

The smell of alcohol and tobacco in this room is stronger than that of a strip club, and sweat-stained clothes and empty wine bottles can be seen in every corner.

Bruno was in the living room, lying on his back on a dark sofa with torn fabric and horsehair showing, one foot was bare, and the other foot was well-clothed in shoes and socks.The sleeves on both sides are rolled up high out of season.

He was holding an apple core in his side-hanging hand, but gently as if holding a bouquet of flowers.

The detective's complexion was worse than that of a dead man, and he didn't respond to the arrival of the two guests, muttering in his mouth: "My love Katerina, why did you leave me, the priest testified for us, our sweet marriage should never do"

"He was like this when I came in." Marie Etta briefly introduced the situation to Clayton standing in front of the sofa.

She looked at Bruno with contempt, and her fingers unconsciously twirled around the handle of the flintlock.

Her patience is not very good.

For the sake of Marie Etta and his own time, Clayton took an empty glass from the table to the bathroom to get half a glass of water, then went to the living room and poured it on Bruno's face.

"Wake up, Bruno! Caterina is a fictional character in "The Sanctuary of Hussite". You have no lover and no wife, because no one would want to marry a lazy alcoholic!"

Bruno sat up with his eyes wide open.

He was wide awake.

(End of this chapter)