Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton Bello came to the Pulitzer Mansion during the day. He saw Barbara and all the cursed people he had seen before sitting on the bench in the corridor, looking at the white wall opposite in perfect harmony.

They were sitting so far away from human life that even the presence of servants seemed to bother them.

Clayton didn't know why Barbara could hang out with the cursed people, but he was not going to look for her this time, nor was he going to look for her in the future.

This vampire seems to have been a small citizen with mental illness before he became a dark descendant. Such a person has neither fighting skills nor willpower to make up for his shortcomings. Even with special medicine to suppress it, he may lose control due to his mental state. Follow him Going to trouble with Detective Hook would only cost you your life.

Groene said that Volentin had good abilities, so he reluctantly accepted to let the amateurs join.

Despite the uniformly obscured faces of the cursed ones on these benches, Clayton could easily find his target by height.

And Fulentin seemed to prefer white clothes. He was tightly wrapped in a set of white fabrics, and a circle of dry yellow hair was tied under the hat.

He sat stiffly, and the sunlight, which was softer than that in the morning, shone on him through the window, but it did not convey much warm atmosphere to him. Instead, it made him look like a body just dug out of the sand. Bandaged mummy of Mesri.

"Folentin, the elder said that your duty is to obey my command, right?"

When these cursed people heard the sound, they all looked up at Clayton, and then except for Barbara and Volentin, who were still paying attention to him, everyone else quickly lost interest and continued to look at the wall.

"That's it for now, what's the matter with you?" Fulentin's tone contained a trace of fatigue that he didn't have time to hide.

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

Clayton was sincerely concerned about him. The lieutenant had already learned from Gronje that not all darkspawn did not need to sleep, so he hoped that Fulentin could have a good rest according to his personal situation after knowing that he had something to do at night, and not when it was time to work at night. Feeling so tired again.

"I understand." Fulentin sat up straight and raised his voice, but it was still very low: "Next time, you don't have to tell me so early. I can take action at any time."

Clayton listened to his angry tone as if someone had just been awakened from sleep, and couldn't tell for a moment whether this statement was sincere.

"Okay, let me inform you about the action. I will come back to you later."

"I'm just here and I won't leave."

Now that he had achieved his goal, Clayton immediately changed hands and left. He had not worked for several days and needed to go back to the store to catch up on progress.

Barbara called him from behind and asked timidly: "Mr. Bello, don't I have anything to do with you here?"

Clayton sighed in his heart and slowly turned back.

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

"I can do that too."

The female vampire bit her fingers anxiously.

Clayton noticed that her clothes seemed to have never been changed. It was still the same white washed blue dress, but it was no dirtier than when they first met.

"So what can you do?"

Barbara frowned, as if she didn't know what to say. She was so anxious that she raised her hands to cover her mouth, and then subconsciously bit her own mouth with sharp teeth. Blood flowed from the edges of her lips, which further proved that Clay Dayton's point of view.

She hasn't learned to hurt others yet, and is already seriously hurting herself.

Creighton comforted him: "I suggest you find a doctor and move back home. Just rely on letters to convey news. Your family must still be waiting."

He stopped mid-sentence.

One is that he really doesn't know if Barbara's family is still alive.

Second, he has recently met a lot of people with whom he has almost no family ties. Even if Barbara's family is still alive, they may not be able to treat her like the normal family relationship he expects, so he cannot make a guarantee.

"They don't believe what I say. 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 sad expression of being betrayed, and her speech became garbled, as if she was still running away from home.

Clayton suddenly felt that it would be better for her to stay in the Presbyterian Church.

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

Barbara spoke categorically, but Clayton was really worried about letting a mentally ill person follow him with a weapon. People who had never hurt others would abuse violence because of their lack of experience.

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

Hearing Clayton ask, Barbara relaxed. She reached out to Volentin, 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 right moment and took the gun away.

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

Clayton turned the gun around, then handed the gun to his left hand, inserted it into the gap between his tightly tightened belt and clothes, and then said righteously: "Then I will take this weapon away. You can stay here for a long time." Recuperate. 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 all hope had been taken away.

"Some things just can't be done by outsiders, and that's for your safety."

Clayton took a few steps back, afraid that she would lunge for the gun, but she didn't.

Fulentin spoke up: "I suggest you take her with you, she is quite powerful."

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

Fulentin spoke in a cold tone: "I saw her disembowel herself with a paper knife before, and now she is still alive. I think she is not that easy to die."

Barbara gave Volentin a grateful look, but the words didn't help.

Clayton reaffirmed his determination not to take her with him.

A guy who would disembowel himself when nothing happened sounds dangerous, but that's dangerous in a different way.

"This won't work. I don't want to say any more. I have to leave. See you next time." He raised his hand and pressed it lightly before turning around and leaving.

Then a strong cold wave hit from behind.

The invisible cold wind penetrated the thick woolen coat and reached deep into the bone marrow.

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

This cold wave is not just one wave, but continues to affect the surrounding areas and spreads.

After just a few seconds, Clayton even saw that the white air he breathed became much richer. This cold feeling seemed to drag the depth of winter into this space in advance.

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

Creighton quickly realized the tactical value of the change in temperature, but couldn't believe it was what Barbara could do.

"I really can do it."

the little woman said, her voice tired, as if it had taken a lot of energy out of her.

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

"Okay, you're hired."