The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 96 Dedication
Clayton frowned: "But you haven't said a way yet."

"I have already said, the method is to let you deal with Athena, and I will hand over all my preparations to you." The wolf said calmly. "If you are willing to wait, come to me at the dock area in three days. If you don't want to wait, you can do it now. I have already engraved all the spell-casting imprints I have collected on my body, peeled off my skin and put it on my body , that witch's magic will make it difficult to find your location, and it is no different from ordinary people. If I use my bones to make a flute, the melody will be able to release her mind control. All you need is a knife or a gun will take care of her."

One minute after it finished speaking, Creighton's breathing was clearly audible in the cemetery.

"I didn't expect it to be this way." He said with some difficulty.

"The ghost said that there will be a bastard who thinks the same as me recently, it should be you? If not, then I don't have time to find others. There are not many people who are willing to fight the witch. After all, I can't provide much reward-except myself But the leather tube is enough, this is the best wolf fur, if you hire a good cobbler and tailor, don't waste my skin, then there will be some leftovers for a complete outfit. The head can be left intact, Hang it on the wall for decoration."

Wolves are almost gleeful when it comes to distributing their body parts.

Correspondingly, Clayton lifted his forehead and sighed. It was the first time that he didn't want help from others.

"Do you know where the ghost is now? I want to talk to him."

He changed the subject so that the other party wouldn't urge him to do it now.

"Please, he's a ghost." If William still had a human face, it must be full of helplessness. "If a ghost doesn't want to be found, don't try to find him unless you have the ability to cast spells. These bastards can't even find themselves in the end." The wolf spat.

It was the first time that Clayton knew that ghosts had such troubles.

"What is that?!"

"This is the death of ghosts."

Clayton was speechless for a while.

Half an hour later, Clayton returned the same way, and saw the servant sitting on the roadside stone resting on the path of the cemetery.

When he saw Creighton, he was quite surprised.

"Have you dealt with William yet?"

"It was seriously injured and I drove it outside the walls of the cemetery. I don't think it will appear again in the future."

Clayton didn't tell the truth, but it was in everyone's best interest to do so.

"That's good, that's good." The servant stood up, obviously relieved.

He has no compunction about his dog eating corpses that the public has asked the church to keep, but it does have a real impact on the donations of the faithful, and Clayton has helped them a lot.

"We will add your name to the local list of righteous people. As long as you are a member of our sect, we will not disturb you because of your status."

This is the reward they agreed in advance.

"Pleasant to work with."

Clayton left without saying a word, tightened the collar of his coat.

He hurried back to see the three "subordinates" assigned to him by Grogne. They had little experience in the process of violent actions. If they got into any trouble, they would most likely send him to prison.

Fortunately, the Wandering Soul Street Church and the Copper Horse Hotel are both in the same parish, so the journey is not very far, and it took him less than half an hour to return to the room he booked in the morning.

Contrary to his memory, it was not Florentine who was sleeping on the couch, but Julius, and there was only Julius in the room.

Before seeing him, just hearing the sound of the door opening, Julius turned his back to Creighton and spoke.

"We've got people, you can find them at Mr Akzi's."

Creighton marveled at their luck and speed.

The task was only arranged last night, and the target can be caught today. This is not something that can be achieved only by great ability.

He reached into his bosom, took out the badge left by the witcher and threw it over.

"This witcher badge is invalid, you have to find a way to make it work again."

Julius sat up after catching the badge, and his voice became serious: "Damn it, its magic pool is completely empty, you don't want me to recharge it, do you?"

He could tell what it was at a glance. Although the badge of the demon hunter was not a high-level strange item, it was still very rare. It took a while to find a way to deal with it.There are no more than three hundred demon hunters of all genres in total. They are truly rare animals in the huge Dorne Kingdom, like ink drops in the sea.

But about this, the werewolf didn't know.

"Is it difficult?" Clayton asked back.

"It's complicated and I want extra pay."

"Look for your father to go, he gave us this job."

"You bastard." Julius cursed, but did not return the things to Clayton.

Clayton didn't trust him very much, so he warned again: "You better fix it, because this prop will be used by you in the end."

As far as the degree of bastard is concerned, the lieutenant is not a spotless guy.

"Fuck! Why?"

"Because you are the only one among us who can use it normally."

Julius had to admit that this was indeed an irrefutable truth.

Only he is still human.

No. 15 Xiangyou Street.

Here, Clayton found the room he had used last time with ease.

Flendingin was sleeping against the wall outside the door, while moans came from inside.

The lieutenant pushed open the door, but the scene in the "conversation room" was not what he had imagined. It was not Barbara who manipulated the instruments of torture, but Akeqi himself.

The work of torture is in the past tense. Mr. Owl is not doing anything now, but stands leisurely in front of Detective Hook, whose head is bowed and no injuries can be seen, as if admiring the beauty of the painting, or some kind of "ending".He turned to see Clayton when he heard the door open, the feathers on his face fluffed happily, round and harmonious.

"They didn't want to do anything, and you haven't come, so I'll do it for you."

"What did he say?" Clayton lowered his head and focused on putting on his gloves.

"The record is on the chair next to it. By the way, he has been emphasizing that people from the Bureau of Land Management will come to investigate the whereabouts of himself and his companions, because they signed the contract. Mr. Bello, can you solve this matter alone ? If you want us to help, we are also happy to oblige."

Clayton stared at Akezi: "Thank you, Mr. Akezi, but I'm used to working alone."

"Of course, of course, I understand."

Akeqi stepped back and left the room, leaving Clayton and Hook Detective behind.

Clayton picked up the records on the chair, flipped through them, and put them down again.

He walked slowly to the detective and knelt down, looking straight into the latter's eyes.

"Cicero?"

The detective looked at him pantingly, without speaking, but nodded with effort.

"I want to apologize to you because what happened next was not your fault, it was just because I didn't trust Akzi."

Realizing what he meant, Cicero's eyes froze.

"Let's do it all over again." Clayton stood up.

Florentine opened his eyes suddenly.

Although he is destined to not be able to sleep, it does not mean that a noisy environment and a quiet environment are the same for him.

Barbara came over, carrying a blood pudding, which she had just borrowed from the kitchen here to make.

She sat down next to Florentine and looked curiously at the renewed chatter room, but did not ask any questions.

"Clayton Bello is here," Florentine told her.

Barbara stopped chewing and immediately panicked. Clayton was undoubtedly a very critical boss in her eyes.

"What should I prepare?"

"Nothing, I just tell you that there is such a thing."

"Oh." Barbara breathed a sigh of relief.

boom!
The door opened.

Clayton took off his gloves and stood there with an ugly expression.

"Get ready, there is a mission here."

(End of this chapter)