Werewolf hunting rules

"Sorry," Ian Lazarus said to Perot.

Then he turned and asked Barbara again, which made the poor old man very angry.

"Are you deaf?!"

"I'm sorry." There was no apology in Ian's tone, "I just believe that some questions should be answered by the parties involved themselves."

Barbara turned her face slightly: "My husband is right, I just... want to see the places I have been to before, but they look different from the past. So..."

She explained why she got lost.

"Really, then I'm sorry to bother you two."

Ian bowed and left the old Perot's house.

After closing the door, he found a high point a hundred yards behind the house and stood guard. He took off a monocular telescope from his waist and observed the house.

There seemed to be something hidden in Barbara's attitude, and it was impossible for him to give up this clue.

This couple will definitely be in contact with the person behind the scenes, and he will be able to find each other just by staring here.

He had already asked for leave from Captain Ace, the land deeds and transfer documents had been sorted out and considered, and backup transcripts had been prepared. There was no other work that he had to do.

He will kill the darkin who caused the trouble.

Ian climbed to the second floor of the town's public warehouse and used the spare bricks piled on the scaffolding to hide his figure. He only took out one brick from the pile to serve as an observation hole.

Before carrying out this operation, he ate something and recharged his energy. Every gun on his body could ensure the success of the next shot.

He hid here and used binoculars to monitor the Perot family.

This process was quite boring and long, until a man dressed in black walked into his sight.

…

Seeing that it was getting dark, the old man and his wife heated up the fireplace.

This was considered a luxury in the past, but the salary Barbara earned from working for the Presbyterian Church for one month was enough to support their heating expenses throughout the winter.

Perrault dragged the easy chair to the fireplace and rested in front of the warm flames.

The warmth comforted him, but it constantly reminded him that his wife was no longer under his protection.

He is old, and his hands that can firmly press nails into wood can no longer lift an easy chair and can only drag it on the ground.

He was still a dozen years away from dying of old age, maybe more than twenty years if he was lucky, but Barbara couldn't tell for sure. She was originally much younger than him, and now she seemed to have been changed by something inexplicable evil. Younger and more beautiful.

However, this power seems not to be tolerated by the right path. Perot doesn't care about this, but will their son be able to protect her in the future - the twenty-year-old boy who still works in the dye shop?

Perot expressed concern that it might be the other way around.

But this shouldn't be the case. How can a man in his twenties continue to rely on his mother's protection...

The firelight in the fireplace was swaying, and his thoughts had unknowingly strayed away from their original intention, worrying about everyone in the family except himself. Just as he was thinking wildly, the door was knocked again, and the loud sound shocked him. .

"Mr. Perrault, are you at home? I have something I want to talk to you about?" The voice of Padre Louis came from outside the door.

He quickly told Barbara to go to the attic, while he got up and opened the door for the priest.

In order to prevent the priests from discovering his wife's condition, they had not gone to church together for a long time, and the same was true when they returned to Gevo. Now that Perrault saw the Priesthood, he was only afraid that they would discover something unusual about Barbara.

He is a person who lives his life, and his maintenance of faith will not exceed his love for his family.

If there was a conflict between the two, one would have to ask one of them to give in temporarily.

Perrault led the priest into the door, invited him to sit down, and personally poured hot tea into the cup in front of him.

"Louis, please come in quickly. Barbara just went out. What a coincidence, so I have to pour you tea myself. I hope you don't dislike the tea poured by a bad old man."

Padre Luis was so distracted that he did not ask about Barbara at all, which reassured Perot.

Peng!

The priest picked up the cup without any precautions, but was startled by the warmth of the scalding tea and dropped his hand. The white pottery cup broke into dozens of pieces on the ground, and the tea flowed along the cracks in the floor.

Perot stood up quickly: "It's okay. I'll clean up later. You can change seats first."

The priest was silent for a moment and declined the offer.

"Forget it, I'd better stand. I don't have much to say."

He didn't want to waste any more time. Since last month, a weird idea had stimulated his desire for knowledge, making him as sentimental as an ordinary person. Perot could feel this trait from his tone.

"Mr. Perrault, did Sevan come to the city to see you last month?"

This question confused Perot. The young man had a good relationship with him, but they had not seen each other for a long time.

"I didn't see him, what happened to him?"

"It's nothing, I just. He left Gevaux last month with a foreigner's convoy. I thought he went to the city. I know that your relationship is not bad, so I thought that if he went to the city, he should be there. I’m going to visit you first.”

Louis had suppressed this issue for a long time, and he should have continued to suppress it until this unpleasant incident was completely removed from his life and everything was back on track.

But a premonition forced him to ask now.

If he couldn't speak out, he would feel suffocated.

Looking at Priest Lewis's tense face, Perot sighed in his heart for the young man.

Sevan was different from his father Louis. Although he also received theological education from an early age, he did not grow into a rigid person.

When Perot was still young and did not go to work in Sasha City, the clever kid brought a lot of joy to the town and everyone liked him. However, Louis always wanted Sevan to inherit his mantle and become a black man. As a monk, he went to the church to develop his career. As a result, the father and son often quarreled, but none of them resulted in truly serious consequences.

To put it oddly, Sevan tolerated his father in a more mature manner.

However, if such a relationship lasts for a long time, there is always the possibility of a complete break, regardless of the fact that Sevan asked the old man to buy him a gun before.

Perrault couldn't bear the thought of such a possibility.

"You guys had an argument again, didn't you?"

Padre Louis was silent.

"You know what the black monk represents. Not everyone is willing to pay such a heavy price for their piety."

"It is precisely because he has received my complete guidance and education and has become a good enough person that I hope he can devote himself to this sacred cause. He will go further than me and may be able to go Pilgrimage to the holy city brings blessings to more people.”

The priest gradually increased his speaking speed, but instead of pride and determination in his tone, there was confusion and unease.

Perot refuted him quickly, breathing heavily in his chest: "And like you, you can't have a biological child, start a family of your own, and experience the love that everyone deserves."

"Look, Louis, I don't mean to blame you, but you shouldn't try to make him into some intimidating, stuffy priesthood. That would be such a waste of his gifts. He should be a captain, or a speaker. Every family has a better future than this, and no one should be forced to do good deeds. That is exactly contrary to the core of good deeds. For Sevan's sake, I will go back to the city to find him half a month early and see him. He will be notified if he says so. If he is still willing to come back later, you can't mention these things to him again."

Padre Luis did not answer or nod. He looked directly at Perot, as if he acquiesced in the old man's opinion, or maybe he was dismissive of these suggestions.

But it seems that Perot's answer strengthened some of his resolve.

This silence made Perrault feel depressed, but he could not interfere more in the relationship between father and son. After all, it was priest Louis who adopted Sevan and raised the child. The priesthood was kind to Sevan.

"Okay, I have nothing else to advise you. Is there anything else you want to say?" He asked somewhat angrily.

Priest Lewis sighed and softened his expression. He straightened up slightly and put his hands behind his back.

"Yes, there is indeed another thing. Regarding werewolves, we have developed a new plan to screen and purify the crowd to find out its true identity. In this plan, all those who have left the town in the past six months Everyone has to gather in the square in front of the church to be scrutinized, including those who have close contact with outsiders. So, you and Barbara are also on the list. The gathering time is at seven o'clock, so you don't have to be in a hurry."

Perot's eyes widened. This request was normal, but he couldn't accept it.

He knew what was wrong with Barbara, and he couldn't accept any priesthood-style scrutiny.

What if they find out something?

He had to find a way to get rid of this.

The old man raised his voice: "Louis, you're not targeting me because of what I just said, are you? I didn't say that out of bad intentions."

"There is absolutely no such thing. In addition to my personal visit here, I also asked other people to go to the streets to spread the news. There are many people who want to come together, including your nephew Pei Lun. He has come into contact with many outsiders and has been recruited by others. The possibility of being provoked by evil spirits." Louis said calmly. He has always enforced the law impartially and is regarded as the successor of the local parish priest. If anything he says has not been confirmed, others will already believe it.

Perrault believed what he said was true and became even more nervous.

"But Barbara and I both grew up here. How can we hurt our relatives and friends by finally coming back? You really disgrace us by not trusting us!"

"You don't have to be ashamed, everyone who meets the requirements should go." The priest paused: "Except for Mr. Creighton Bello from the city, his daughter, and the young man who works for him .”

"Why?" Perot asked puzzled.

Louis looked at him: "Because the new plan was put forward based on their suggestions. I have also told others about this, and they all agree that this preferential treatment is reasonable."

Hearing this answer, Perot felt a little relieved. He remembered that Barbara had a good relationship with this group of people. Even here, they also helped the three people a lot of small favors. If they made any proposal, they should be sure that Barbara would not be harmed.

But before actually setting off, he might want to go find the other party to confirm again.

He thought about this and replied to Padre Louis: "Well, Barbara and I will go, but you will know that it is just a waste of time."