The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 80 Some things can only be forgotten
"You've been using this gun?"

Clayton's fingertips brushed against the notches on the gun, and his nostrils fluttered. The smell of gunpowder smoke had already merged with it.

"I haven't used it, it's always been like this." Mary took a sip of her wine, speaking as coldly as a man talking about work. "My father served in an area where there was no war at the time of his death, so I wondered what happened to his death. I sent letters to his former unit asking, but his superiors offered nothing but empty condolences There was no explanation, and at the same time, he refused to meet me in the past."

"What is your father's military rank and where did he serve?"

Clayton thoughtfully, and handed her the revolver back.

"He is a second lieutenant. Before his death, he had been serving in the province of Saba in Edom, and the unit he belonged to changed frequently. Sometimes he was in the Highlander Legion, and sometimes he was in the Red River Regiment. I sent letters to inquire, but there was no result. My father's usual job was to protect the local rail transport, of course, that's just what he told us."

Edom is a small country in the south, but it is also an area controlled by the Kingdom of Dorne.

Compared to Edong, Lauren, who served in Clayton, has to cross the sea to get there. The distance between the two places is too far, and he himself is not frequently transferred, so he must have never met Mary's father during his service, unless The other party also participated in the military parade many years ago.

"I can't help you. He's serving too far from me," he retorted.

Why Mary still has doubts about his father's death is something he doesn't understand, but if there are really special factors behind the cavalryman's death, he doesn't think he can find out with his own power.

It's not impossible.

These troops stationed abroad do not fight Towton and the locals all day long. Sometimes the superiors will "sell" them and make a profit.

The so-called "sale" is to treat soldiers as mercenaries and rent them out to rich people or large companies as guards.Strong-bodied, military-drilled soldiers were popular, and it became an almost stable trade.Middle and high-level military officers are willing to do this, because most of the places worth grabbing in the local area have owners, and if they want to make a fortune, they must first invest in existing resources as capital.

There is no doubt that soldiers are such an inexhaustible resource that the newspapers call them "iron men without fear."

Because this service will inevitably occupy the rare holidays of the soldiers who leave their hometowns and prevent them from meeting their relatives. Even if they have money, not many people are willing to take it.

But it doesn't matter if the soldiers are unwilling. Military law stipulates that subordinates must obey their superiors, and the army's forte is to make those who are unwilling "obedient".

Since all the laws of the colony are enforced by the army, the regulators behind the kingdom can't change this situation.

Clayton had seen the consequences of rebels, they were sent to join the fight in the most dangerous places, and their accommodation was moved from houses to boxes, so he complied with the arrangement - which also caused his parents to die and couldn't even ask for leave to return At home to attend the funeral, all the errands that should have been handled by him were pushed to Tritis
As for now, although he didn't know Marie Etta's father well, he knew that he must be someone who often received special arrangements.

This Ranger revolver is the proof.

The armed forces of the colonies have to be downgraded, and soldiers can only use backward flintlock weapons.

If a soldier had been using a bursting gun in the colonies for a long time, he must have been heavily involved in covert and ostensibly illegal missions.

Clayton bought this gun at his own expense after the Loren War ended.

In the army, things that violated the system, morality and soul repeatedly appeared, and the trust he had in his youth had long since been destroyed.That's why he didn't think about returning to the army to ask for help after he learned about the influence of the other world, even though it would definitely accept his combat power there.

Mary stared into his eyes, and her fingers holding the wine glass turned white slightly. This answer was not what she wanted.

"But you are all cavalry troops, maybe there is some connection between them?"

"Miss, there are many types of cavalry. The cavalry in Maesri still ride camels, and the cavalry in some countries also ride elephants. We are different."

Clayton understood her thoughts. He couldn't believe it when he heard the news of his brother Uren's death. He thought that the person in charge of counting the dead bodies had made a mistake, until his parents told him in a letter that the ashes and military medals had been delivered. Only then did he believe it was true.

"Thank you for the wine, but I can't help you."

Mary was silent.

The two stopped talking, just kept drinking, like two contestants competing in a drinking competition, and even gradually formed a small crowd in the beer hall, only six or seven people, and also opened a small gamble .

When the wine was finished, Mary's face flushed, while Clayton's remained unchanged, which caused a small cheer among the onlookers.

The sheriff staggered to her feet, turned to the door, and Clayton stood up too, helping her through the crowd.

Once outside the beer hall, the cold wind blows, which makes people sober.

He let go of his hand, and Mary immediately stood up straight, but the red on her face did not fade.

"Mr. Clayton Bello, what the hell are you and Galid doing?"

"I don't know what he's doing. As for myself, I'm just trying to find a peaceful life."

Mary looked up at him. "Do you think the man Garrett told me to kill deserved to die?"

She was still thinking about these things. The performance of Sylvia and a group of friends made her realize that the monster could control herself, and the transformation process was not contagious. They were not patients.So now she is not sure whether it is right or wrong for her to execute those dark descendants in accordance with Garrett's order.

How would she think of herself if the people she killed could be saved?
Clayton also couldn't answer this question, because he was preparing to kill someone tonight, and if he thought too much, his actions would be slow.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" He changed the subject.

"I don't really want to see him right now."

"But he knows more than me, and I must not have been in contact with him longer than you."

"That's why I don't want to see him."

Clayton asked, "Then why do you believe what I say?"

The female sheriff's answer was unexpected and natural: "Because you reported to the Public Security Bureau after the murder."

This is obvious, a new member of the world who is willing to surrender after killing someone must be more simple than Galid who has used her for a year.

Clayton wondered if he should be happy for this reason.

But then Mary was silent for a few seconds: "Is it you who watched in front of the club that day?"

Although she still used questioning sentences, she was already very sure that Creighton was the one who beat her up.

It's some kind of intuition.

Plus, of course, the information Gaylid provided.

Clayton was surprised, but he didn't intend to continue to lie to her.

One lie had to be made up for by another, and he was probably going to be a frequent visitor to the Sheriff's Department, and Marie Etta might join the Council of Presbyterians.If you don't want to go to great lengths to make up a story every time you communicate, it's better to admit it now.

"I apologize for my rude behavior that day, but you deserved it." Clayton said bluntly.

Mary didn't make excuses, she lowered her head and admitted it: "It was indeed my fault, you don't need to apologize, now I just want to know what you were going to do then?"

"I have confirmed that the dancers there are affected by the Holy Grail Society. If they have only one problem, I will persuade them to leave through negotiations. If they insist on helping my enemies, then I can only kill them. This is inevitable thing."

Knowing Clayton's attitude, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Then don't worry, they won't interfere with you and the Holy Grail Society anymore, I will guarantee them."

The lieutenant recalled what he had gained last night, and told her: "I have found what I want, and I will not look for them again. You can also tell them this, so that they can rest assured, but don't come back before St. Open."

"I will." Mary showed a smile: "Also, thank you."

Clayton didn't know why she thanked him, but he accepted the thank you for now.

(End of this chapter)