The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 76 Deepening the Impression
Clayton Bello came to the Pulitzer mansion during the day, and he saw Barbara and all the cursed people he had seen before sitting on the benches in the corridor, looking at the opposite white wall in a very harmonious way.

They sat out of the way of human habitation, and even the presence of servants seemed to bother them.

Clayton didn't know why Barbara was able to hang out with the cursed, but he wasn't going to find her this time, and he wasn't going to find her in the future.

This vampire seems to be a petty citizen who suffered from mental illness before he became a dark descendant. Such a person has neither fighting skills nor willpower to make up for his shortcomings. The trouble with Detective Hook could only cost his life for nothing.

Grogne said that Volentin's ability was good, and he reluctantly accepted the addition of amateurs.

Although the cursed people on these benches uniformly obscured their faces, Clayton could easily find his target by height.

And Florentine seemed to prefer white clothes, a whole set of white fabric wrapped him tightly, and a circle of dry yellow hair stuck out under the hat.

He sat stiffly, and the softer sunlight shone on him through the window than in the early morning, but it didn't convey much warmth to him. Instead, it made him look like a wrapped bag just dug out of the sand. Bandaged Mesli mummy.

"Falentin, did the elder say that your job is to obey my orders?"

When the cursed people heard the voice, they all looked up at Clayton, and then, except for Barbara and Florentine who were still paying attention to him, the others quickly lost interest and continued to look at the wall.

"It's like this at the moment, what's the matter with you?" There was a trace of exhaustion that he didn't have time to hide in his tone.

"I just came to tell you that there is an operation that needs your help at night, and the time may be late, so you can sleep a little longer during the day."

Clayton cared about him sincerely. The lieutenant had already learned from Grogne that not all darkspawns do not need to sleep, so he hoped that Florentine could take a good rest according to his personal situation after knowing that he had something to do at night, and not to sleep when he was working at night. Tired like this again.

"I see." Florentine sat up straight and raised his voice, but it was still very low: "Next time, you don't have to say so early, I can act at any time."

Clayton heard his angry tone as if someone who had just fallen asleep was woken up, and couldn't tell whether this statement was true or not.

"Okay, wait for my notice for the action, and I will come to you later."

"I'm staying here and I won't go."

Now that he had achieved his goal, Clayton immediately changed hands and left. He had been out of work for several days and needed to go back to the store to catch up.

Barbara stopped him from behind, and asked timidly, "Mr. Bello, is there nothing I do here?"

Clayton sighed inwardly, and slowly turned back.

"Madam, sorry for the offense, but there are some things that are not suitable for a lady like you. It requires us to deal with more brutal and bloody actions."

"I can do that too."

The female vampire bit her finger anxiously.

Clayton noticed that her clothes didn't seem to have been changed. It was the same whitish blue dress, but it was no dirtier than when they first met.

"Then what can you do?"

Barbara frowned, and she didn't seem to know what to say. The severe anxiety caused her to raise her hand to cover her mouth, and then subconsciously bit her own tiger's mouth with her sharp teeth. The edge of her lip was bleeding, which further proved that Clay Ton's point of view.

She hadn't learned to hurt others, she was already hurting herself badly.

Clayton comforted: "I suggest you find a doctor and then move back home. The news in the meeting can only be delivered by letters. Your family must still be waiting."

He stopped halfway through.

One was that he really didn't know if Barbara's family was still alive.

The second is that he has recently met many people who have little family ties at all. Even if Barbara's family is still alive, they may not be able to treat her like the normal family relationship he expected, so he cannot make any guarantees.

"They don't believe what I said, so I don't want to go back, they are all hiding it from me! No one believes me!"

Speaking of her family, Barbara showed a betrayed grief, and her speech became confused, as if she was still running away from home.

Clayton suddenly felt that it would be better for her to stay with the elders.

"I don't know how to fight, but I beg you to teach me, I will definitely learn, I have talent."

Barbara said it confidently, but Clayton was really worried about letting a mental patient follow him with a weapon. People who have never hurt others would abuse violence because of their inexperience.

"Where's the gun you got last time at the Sheriff's Department?" he asked.

Relieved by Clayton's question, Barbara held out her hand to Florentine, who handed her a pistol.

"Right here. I'm ready."

She frantically tried to stick the revolver in the drawstring of her skirt, but Clayton saw the moment and snatched the gun away.

She opened her mouth and looked at the lieutenant in surprise.

Clayton turned the gun flower, then passed the gun to his left hand, inserted it into the gap between his tight belt and his clothes, and said righteously: "Then I will take this weapon away, you stay here Rehabilitation. If there is any work that does not require violence, I will naturally come to you."

"You can't do this." The little woman's eyes were full of despair, and tears welled up, as if she had been robbed of all hope.

"Some things just cannot be done by laymen. This is also for your safety."

Clayton backed away a few steps, afraid she would pounce on her for the gun, but she didn't.

Florentine spoke instead: "I suggest you take her with you too, she's quite powerful."

Barbara's self-justification was not convincing, but even the cursed with strange abilities said so, Clayton hesitated, and he also wanted to hear about Barbara's abilities.

Falentin said in a grim tone: "I saw her cut herself open with a paper knife before, and now she is still alive. I think she is not such an easy person to die."

Barbara gave Florentin a grateful look, but the words did not help.

Clayton reaffirmed his determination not to take her with him.

A guy who cuts himself open for nothing sounds dangerous, but it's dangerous in a different way.

"That's not okay, I don't want to say any more, I'm leaving, see you next time." He raised his hand and pressed slightly, turned around and left.

Immediately, a strong cold current hit from behind.

The invisible cold wind penetrated through the thick woolen coat and reached the depths of the bone marrow.

Even though Clayton was strong and strong, his hair stood on end at that moment and his body was stiff.

This cold current is not just one wave, but continues to affect the surrounding area and spread continuously.

After just a few seconds, Creighton even saw that the white air he exhaled became much stronger. This cold feeling seemed to drag Deep Winter into this space in advance.

However, the werewolf's physique quickly adapted to the low temperature.

Clayton quickly realized the tactical value of the climate change, but couldn't believe it was something Barbara could do.

"I can really do it."

The little woman said that her voice was tired, and it seemed that this also took a lot of her energy.

Clayton turned around, his eyes swept over the trembling three cursed people, and finally sighed helplessly for her persistence.

"Okay, you're hired."

(End of this chapter)