Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 162 Familiar Faces

Werewolves don't have the same need for sleep as humans. It's not a necessity, but sleep can still make them feel energetic.

When Clayton woke up, he felt everything was safe,

However, last night's sleep did not actually meet his original plan, which made him feel slightly complicated.

And this sleep lasted longer than he was used to. When he woke up, it had been two hours since the morning bell rang in the town.

He finished washing with the purified water that was always available in the hotel, and then informed Pei Lun to prepare breakfast. At this moment, all the local drinkers in the lobby had gone home, and only a few foreigners were left sitting here.

Julius woke up a little earlier than he did and was already sitting at the table waiting for him.

"So, did you catch a werewolf last night?" Clayton sat down on the chair very dignifiedly.

Pei Lun put the tray down on the table and took out the food one by one. He was very focused on what he was doing. He didn't respond until the tray was empty: "Not yet, but at least we have dispelled the fear in people's hearts. This is The biggest gain.”

Clayton could only nod silently.

When Perun left, Julius immediately showed an expression of disgust.

"I think after drinking wine with salt, you should know that you can't count on the locals. A lot of the occult knowledge spread among the people is wrong. Just when you were sleeping, I asked them, what is the history of this place so far? Some people actually think that werewolves have red eyes."

He looked into Clayton's yellow eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain.

Such a living werewolf has been in the same room with the locals for several days, and no one can find it using the experience passed down from generation to generation.

After a while, Donna came down from upstairs, and Clayton knew from the sleepy look on her face that she had just woken up.

When she saw him on the stairs, her steps stagnated slightly, her eyebrows lowered, and her nose wrinkled again, as if she had something to say, but she didn't speak immediately. Instead, her steps quickened, like a deer. Jump down the middle of the stairs.

"Don't jump like that, it's dangerous," Clayton shouted to her.

This reminder was not very timely. When he spoke, the soles of Donna's boots had already stepped down the last step of the stairs.

However, this reminder was still relatively novel. The girl raised her eyebrows. She thought that the other person was criticizing her for not being steady enough like her mother.

"Do you have any questions?" Clayton also noticed her expression. He hooked the chain of the pocket watch with his index finger and pulled it out of his clothes. The time displayed on it was still enough for them to rest for a while after the meal.

The girl thought for a while, but still didn't ask the most important question.

"I saw a bucket of blood in the room"

Clayton's expression suddenly changed, and he completely forgot about it.

There was a lot of blood flowing out from the wounds, and it was troublesome to deal with it. Yesterday, he originally planned to deal with it at night, but then Donna came.

"He and I caught a wild boar when we were hunting before." He pointed at Julius, who shrank his neck to avoid his fingers.

"The pork is all in the kitchen, but we left some of the blood."

"Can we have blood sausage?" Donna asked him.

Clayton's breathing instantly became disordered. He never thought that a make-up lie would cause him so much embarrassment. If given the chance, he would definitely become a more honest person.

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why is this?"

"Because I accidentally dropped the charcoal in when I was keeping accounts, and there were a lot of dirty crumbs." Clayton made up another lie to make up for it.

"Okay." Donna compromised, but her question was not over yet: "What is the long ax in the room for?"

Clayton can no longer excuse himself with his previous lies, because Donna will live in the city and the "trend" lie will be easily exposed.

He cleared his throat: "You should know that I am a warrior, and even when leaving the battlefield, a warrior will never allow his body to become weak. Therefore, I usually need such an ax to exercise my body. "

Donna was silent.

Clayton felt that his niece might have noticed the lie. Her eyes seemed to be watching someone talking nonsense.

The lieutenant was helpless by this look, so he had to put on a tougher expression to prove that what he said was true.

As for his entourage, the green-haired bastard was lying on the table, covering his sarcastic smile with his arms around his nose. It was completely impossible to count on him.

This silent embarrassment lasted until the girl spoke again.

"Uncle, did the amulet I gave you last time work?"

Clayton's face finally relaxed, and he put the straw doll on his belt on the table, indicating to the other party that he valued this gift.

"I have to say thank you. Since I put it on, I haven't had any bad luck lately."

"Except for the fact that he was almost hit by a tree and crushed the railing and fell downstairs, he was lucky." The wizard finally pulled his mouth out of his arms, but all he said was Some inappropriate words.

Clayton glared at Julius, and when he turned back he saw Donna's questioning eyes, which forced him to tell the truth.

"Okay, maybe there are two troubles, but I've been very unlucky before, so it doesn't matter. It's just a part of my life, and I'm not hurt, right?"

"Not hurt haha." Julius made another uncoordinated noise.

Although he didn't witness it, he guessed who the bucket of blood that Donna found in the room belonged to.

"That's enough, Julius! I didn't pay you to come here to let you talk nonsense!" Clayton was really fed up with him. He glared at the wizard angrily, but when the hotel door behind the wizard opened Finally, the person who walked in made him completely change his expression.

The first to bear the brunt is Ian Lazarus, the young detective suspected of having lost his brother at his hands.

"Mr. Bello, I'm sorry for what happened before. In order to make up for my mistake, I invited a couple who knew the gun to come over."

"Mr. Bello! You are here too!"

Behind Ian, the wife of the couple also greeted happily.

This move obviously made her husband unhappy. The man in front of him was something he had never seen before, and he was inferior to him in terms of age, appearance, and financial strength reflected in his clothing.

But Clayton no longer cared about his feelings.

"Ma'am, why are you here?!"

Julius only noticed two men. He was particularly surprised to hear the woman's voice. He put his hands on the table and turned his upper body. Sure enough, he found an old man who he couldn't see with his spiritual eyes.

Barbara the Vampire.

Pei Lun heard the commotion outside and came out to hug the couple each.

"Uncle Perot, Aunt Barbara."

He turned to Clayton and introduced them again.

As they saw, the forty-year-old Barbara and the fifty-year-old Perot were a couple, Perot's elders, and both locals. They had just returned from the city last month.

Clayton's mood was very complicated.

After all, Barbara had done a lot of risky things under him, and he hadn't thought about meeting her family members yet.

Perun and Perot, these two names are really similar. He should have thought of the kinship between the two.

He felt awkward meeting him in such an unprepared situation.

Barbara held the hand of her husband, who looked twenty years older than her, and enthusiastically introduced the gentlemen whom only she knew but not him: "Dear, this Mr. Bello is the caring gentleman I mentioned before. Sir, he is a senior member of that club. And this Mr. Julius. He is also a "

She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find any comment that could openly and politely describe this bastard.

That kick from behind still haunts her.

Julius curled his lips and had no intention of saving his reputation.

He didn't think they would have contact again in the future.

Creighton came to Barbara's rescue. He took the initiative to stand up and shook Perot's hand, speaking as sincerely as possible: "I am Creighton Bello, an antique dealer. Your wife's bravery and warm-heartedness have given us She has been a great help and inspiration and her love is well known throughout our club.”

As the law provides, honor between husband and wife is shared.

Old Perot's expression softened, but it was still easy to see that his distrust of the two strange men had not faded.

"She is Donna Bello, my girl." Clayton introduced his niece and rubbed his hand on her hair.

He used as many hints as possible to indicate that this was his daughter.

There is really no way around this. Single and handsome men are often discriminated against in the social field and are considered to be playboys and good at seducing people. He can see where Perot's distrust comes from, but if Perot thinks that he If you have a daughter and are married, then this status disadvantage is erased.

The girl nodded cooperatively to the couple in front of her without exposing him.

"It seems you know each other." Ian, who was standing next to him, lowered his head and looked a little frustrated.

Clayton didn't want to see him. It was because of his own conscience that he couldn't give in at this moment, so he could only pretend to be indifferent and stuffed three pennies over.

"I can find them myself. Don't you just want money? Take this little money and drink your wine. Don't do any more unnecessary things."

After hearing the last sentence, Ian turned pale and seemed to have been hit hard, but without saying a word, he took the coin and left. Before leaving, he also kept the broken gun that Clayton gave him.

As soon as the detective left, Creighton Bello's face was refreshed again, and his face-changing skills were an eye-opener for the Perots and Perron.

"I'm going to get some broth." Pei Lun frowned and found an excuse to return to the kitchen.

The lieutenant knew it seemed unkind, but he really didn't want to have anything to do with Ian anymore.

"Okay, let's talk about the gun."

"Of course, Mr. Bello." Old Perot raised his hand to stop his wife from speaking. His expression was serious, even stern: "But before that, I want to ask a question first. My wife is leaving the house. What did you do during that time?"

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