Werewolf hunting rules

"I've heard of such punishments."

Julius's voice stirred up a gust of wind, causing the two oil lamps on the table to flicker on and off.

"Such a thing happened before the Fomor people were civilized. For fun, their great khan would tie defecting slaves and enemies who would rather die than surrender to the tails of horses and drag them to death."

"I've never heard of anything like this," said Donna.

Julius complimented: "Then you figured out this method yourself. You are truly a genius in the field of torture."

Although she didn't understand the purpose of this status, Donna liked the title of genius very much. She couldn't help but grin, but the next moment she bit her lips tightly due to the severe pain, and her body trembled.

"Don't move," Clayton said in a low voice.

He suddenly pulled out the tweezers on his hand and pulled out a short brown wire from the wound on Donna's left hand.

Donna's left hand was being held in his hand, and the hand had swollen to twice its original size - this was the price the girl had to exercise strenuously with this hand after being injured.

The wound was now filled with tiny plant fibers that had been part of the rope until Donna grabbed the rope and brought them into the wound. They would hinder the healing of the wound and had to be picked out.

Julius's medicine has washed the wound, but there are still a lot of fibers hidden inside.

Clayton inserted the forceps into the wound again and moved it. Donna's face turned pale. Except for her left hand, which could not be withdrawn, her whole body tightened and her legs were placed on the chair.

The wizard had praised her just now, but now he was laughing happily.

Donna gritted her teeth and looked at Clayton, hoping to get some praise: "C-Clayton—why are you unhappy? Even though I brought Louis back, he agreed to help us convince him. Hiss—" Another thorn was pulled out.

"No, I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little hungry."

Clayton's words made Donna flinch again, and she began to worry that he would bite her hand. After all, it now looked like a fermented dough, and it was normal to want to take a bite.

But this was actually a joke, and it was just because Clayton was in a bad mood that others couldn't catch it.

"I thought it would be safest for you to contact the man with the most power now through the prison guards and convince him to release Louis."

"That was your plan, but my plan is better."

Clayton was silent.

Because it's true, if Donna hadn't gone to see Louis, the priesthood would be dead by now.

But he still couldn't be happy.

There were no bones in Donna's left hand, but a piece of muscle was permanently missing. Even if the wound healed, her left hand's grip strength would be severely reduced.

He did promise to teach Donna how to fight, but when he thought about Cuitis raising Donna for fifteen years, she was unscathed, and he only took care of the child for two months, and she suffered such an injury, this had to make her He began to doubt whether he was doing a good job as a guardian.

As soon as he knew she had been shot, he rushed back, but meeting her could not lessen the injury.

"Say something," Donna begged, the look on his face almost frightening her.

Clayton's lips, which gradually grew stubble again, moved:

"You did very well."

He didn't look like it, and Donna relaxed now that she knew he wasn't angry with her.

"Where is the young man who helped you? I want to thank him."

The girl lay down on the table: "He has returned to his home. He lives in a water-powered mill by the river."

Upon hearing this address, Clayton was thoughtful.

"Julius," he called instead, "how is Padre Louis doing now?"

The wizard moved on his chair and answered him: "He is very energetic and went to find Braden before he had a rest."

Priest Louis has handed over all the intelligence to him and is now trying to contact other people who still believe in him to ward off possible crises. However, given that the priesthood has just "escaped" from prison, Julius is dissatisfied with his efforts. Too confident.

The priesthood can explain the cause of his insanity, and some people must believe that he is innocent, but believing that he is innocent does not mean that he must believe his other accusations.

Since Louis was losing control before, he cannot prove that he is completely out of this state now. Every word he says cannot be fully trusted. At most, it makes others start to think about whether there is such a possibility.

After all, Chud Osmar and his servants have not leaked anything in front of others so far.

Of course Clayton also knew this situation and he was not in a hurry.

What Donna did gave him a little inspiration, and he now has new ideas.

"So who is that old woman?" Donna asked suddenly. It was the first time she encountered someone who wanted to kill her. This feeling was very novel, and she couldn't help but keep this opponent in her heart.

Clayton's eyes were only fixed on her wounds and the forceps he was moving, as if if he turned his eyes, these things would come to life and run away.

"I think it was Chud Osmar who paid off the murderer. We will find her."

Another thorn was pulled out.

"Uh-huh - she looks like she hates me."

"She could have killed Louis secretly, but if you exposed her and later reported on her, of course she would hate you. Every murderer is actually the same about this."

The girl seemed to understand. This explanation had convinced her, and she was so weak that she no longer wanted to think more.

"All right."

As a new thorn was pulled out, she shook again, and then changed her attention: "Where is Aunt Barbara?"

She now has a wound and must be careful of the vampire's gaze.

"You don't have to worry about her. I've sent her out to do something. She won't be back until at least tomorrow."

"So long? What did she do?"

"It's a small thing." Clayton inserted the tweezers into the flesh again. The smell of blood on Donna and the faint smell that would be emitted when the wound healed made him feel uncomfortable: "Don't worry, there is no risk, she is mine too. friend."

Barbara was, of course, Clayton's friend.

She is a good woman, as good as the best hunting dog in the world!

Donna believed his reply, but looked up and saw Julius smiling mysteriously at her.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm just happy for you. What a great family you have!"

Julius pretended to wipe his eyes, and his exaggerated gesture made the girl curl her lips in disgust: "Clayton, besides those two ugly guys, is there anyone in this town who has a grudge against us now? "

"I don't think there are any."

"What about Louis? He helps us with things, and we also need to ensure his safety, right?"

"He is safe now, and no one will cause trouble for him anymore." Clayton quickly answered the wizard, but his expression showed that he did not intend to continue the conversation.

Julius had already heard the reply he wanted, so he smiled mysteriously at the girl again.

It seemed to Donna that he was expecting something from her, but she couldn't guess.

As the last tiny fiber was pulled out, Clayton put down the tweezers and let go of Donna's left wrist. The pupils in his eyes gradually narrowed. He raised his head and exhaled: "You guys need to have a good rest today, use your spells and so on. Take precautions and let the birds come to us if there are any problems. Barbara and I will try to solve some problems."

Julius put a strand of his hair in his palms and rubbed it, and asked casually: "What problem should you solve? I hope you can explain it clearly. Otherwise, I can't..."

Clayton stood up. He quickly put down his hair and sat upright.

But Creighton didn’t mean to embarrass him: “I just suddenly realized that I had been in a misunderstanding. Just like some people thought, we can deal with those two people first and then slowly deal with the consequences. Anyway, by then they will I am speechless and we have all the right to explain."

These words made Donna stunned for a moment. It was the first time she heard Clayton talk about murder so frankly.

"Julius, write a letter in your name to the Presbyterian Church asking for help. Donna, go and ask your little friend to help you and deliver the things to the address he gave you."

After saying that, Clayton put on his black coat, picked up the Mosquito Slayer for a long time, opened the door and went out.

Barbara was lying on the floor.

Barbara lay in a pool of blood.

Barbara lay beneath the body.

The pool of blood on the ground gradually shrank beneath her, being absorbed by the skin of the first-generation vampire.

She pushed away the body that was pressing on her. The deceased rolled to the side. It was wearing a simple long skirt. In the parts not covered by the clothes, there were several age spots on the gray skin wrinkled by blood loss. The dead hair and the ground were The dust blends in perfectly, as if it was born to lie here.

Barbara stood up, dusted herself off, and put on the master's apron.

It's time to dispose of the body.

The hammer is a very basic labor tool, so of course the jeweler also has one at home.

Barbara found a hammer on the workbench and used it to smash the body into pieces, then skillfully threw the pieces into the fireplace and burned them.

Julius criticized her last time. She thought about it for a while and finally came up with this solution.

A corpse whose life essence has been drained lacks elasticity and moisture, and its bones have become brittle. These fragments are like dried firewood, and can easily be burned by the flames in the fireplace into ash with indistinguishable ingredients.

Creighton Bello didn't like someone shooting a relative of his own, and he didn't want someone to insist on trouble with Padre Louis, so he asked her to handle the matter.

She agreed to Mr. Bello's request without hesitation.

Barbara also liked Donna, not to mention doing this would satisfy her appetite.

There was a crackling sound in the fireplace, and Barbara sat next to it. From time to time, she used tongs to crush the large solid pieces that rolled out, and then stuffed them back with her bare hands.

This pile of ashes is called Jane.

They might have talked when they were kids, but Barbara couldn't remember what kind of person he was. Because of her unique beauty, she was not very popular with other girls in the town when she was a child, so she didn't have to worry about accidentally eating her friends.

When all the bodies were turned into ashes, Barbara took off her apron and threw it on the chair, and calmly left through the main entrance on the first floor.

No one would know she had just killed someone.

The weather outside is very good, cloudless, and the blue sky makes people feel calm.

Until two sudden black spots opened the curtain.

Barbara stopped on the street and saw a chickadee flying over her head, followed by a falcon.

Birds, like fish, will swallow food that can fit in their mouths without hesitation, even if it is a creature that looks similar to themselves, so this is not unusual.

Barbara had just finished her meal, and she couldn't help but feel touched by this natural phenomenon of everlasting prosperity.

Falcon is a battle-hardened warrior, easily taking down his targets.

It landed right in front of Barbara on the street, and she was not supposed to get involved in this honorable hunt, but she couldn't help but be indifferent to the note tied to the tit's paw - it was really weird.

She stretched out her hand to drive away the falcon, then bent down to pick up the tit on the ground, untied the note from it and read it.

There were some complicated words written on the note. Barbara had not yet learned these words, so she had no idea what it said. There was only one name she recognized in the whole text.

"Julius?"

She looked up doubtfully at the still circling falcon.