Chapter 159 Running Away From Home

Clayton didn't expect that the topics he talked about to gather intelligence would gradually cause a storm among the drinkers.

"If that werewolf can also shoot, how should we deal with it?" A young man suddenly had an idea.

The drinkers next to him laughed, and one of them raised his glass: "Werewolves can't shoot. They only think about eating meat and drinking blood. How can they operate such delicate things? Don't you think so, Mr. Bello?" He asked the outsider for advice.

Clayton Bello smiled stiffly.

He saw Julius hiding in the crowd and laughing loudly.

Another drinker retorted: "Why not? If you ask me, this werewolf is so cunning, it may not be impossible to use a gun. Maybe its riding skills are better than yours."

He was very serious in the first half of the sentence, but he couldn't hide his smile in the latter part. He laughed first, and the people around him immediately applauded and celebrated for this successful joke.

In contrast, Clayton was even more embarrassed.

The werewolf didn't offend anyone here. He sincerely hoped that these strangers would stop making such werewolf jokes, but it didn't go as he wished.

Another bizarre question was raised.

"But the werewolf can't transform during the day. Does it have to ride a horse and carry a shotgun on the trail at night?"

"It sounds like a sheriff." Someone at the next table commented.

Julius, who knew the details of the werewolves present, had already leaned on the table, his shoulders shrugged endlessly.

Clayton's face was as dark as it could be.

He interrupted and chatted for a few words, trying to lead the topic to another direction, but the oldest gentleman at the table slowly spoke:

"Yes, it will ride a horse to our town on a night like this." His eyes were as big as copper bells, his voice was low and magnetic, and he looked like the kind of person who was particularly good at telling stories. As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of everyone except the werewolves.

"It would hold a lantern and pick the fat lambs it likes in the animal shed, and even enslave our loyal guard dogs to keep watch for it. But tonight, a creature that is fatter than lambs and pickled with salt and wine is gathering together, making it change its target - that pair of bright yellow wolf eyes are looking here!"

This story adjusted the atmosphere very well, and people laughed again.

Claddagh - Claddagh -

Amid the laughter, Clayton's ears moved first, and then he looked at the door suddenly.

It was obviously the sound of horses, and the rhythm of horseshoes hitting the ground could not be imitated by other animals.

The drinkers were still a little confused, and even those who heard it just suspected that someone was imitating the sound of the werewolf riding a horse in the story, so they laughed again, and others who didn't hear the horse's hoof sound continued to laugh with the atmosphere.

It was not until the horse's hoof sound was close to the door that they finally realized that this was not someone's ventriloquism performance.

The lobby fell into silence.

The sound of horse hooves became clearer in the silence. In the flickering candlelight, everyone looked at the door. The alcohol made them unable to figure out whether werewolves could ride horses. At this moment, they held their breath and waited anxiously for the visitor to open the door and reveal his identity.

A moment later, the door opened, and a girl wearing a red hood and a white dress stood there.

She had a sweet look, a pair of topaz-like eyes and black shoulder-length curly hair. No one would associate her with a ferocious werewolf.

People collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and it was as if a gust of wind blew in the lobby.

Clayton stood up in the wind, his face tense, and raised his right hand to point at the girl.

"Donna, why are you here? This is just nonsense!"

The girl took a step to avoid his finger.

Seeing that the person who should have stayed at home appeared here, Clayton Bello was so angry.

Especially Donna's action of avoiding his finger, which was exactly the same as the bad student who avoided the teacher's punishment in his impression.

He walked around the table and the drinkers, strode over, and wanted to grab the girl's ears and pull her back, but after reaching out his hand, he felt reluctant, so he had to put his hand on her shoulder and took her back to his table.

"You came here alone again?" he asked coldly.

Donna lowered her head.

The lieutenant had figured it out now. Donna's courage to come and go alone was probably not from the teaching of her mother Cuitisi, but from her own character.

She was a very independent child, but her independence at this time would only bring serious consequences.

There were many wild beasts in the wild, and bandit gangs had emerged one after another. Clayton couldn't imagine if a single girl would encounter them.

"Where do you rest at night?"

Donna looked up at him cautiously: "I will climb up a tree to sleep and not make a fire."

Clayton took a deep breath, and he felt a dull pain in his body.

"It's safe." He praised without any praise or criticism, and his face was frighteningly calm. Being stared at like this, Donna's eyes rolled around, just like a cat accused of breaking a ball of yarn.

This was what she deserved. Clayton decided to find a way to teach her a lesson tomorrow - not tonight, she had to rest tonight.

He was really confused. Cuitis was at least an excellent student in a church school. How could she raise such a wild child?

"Mr. Bello, is this your girl?"

Pei Lun opened another bottle of wine and looked at this place.

Although Clayton Bello looks a little scary, if his skin were more red, his eyes were smaller, and the black dirt on his fingernails were cleaned, he would still be a handsome man.

The shape of this cute girl's nose is exactly the same as that of Mr. Bello, and the slightly curved texture of her hair is also very similar.

"It's. Yes, she is."

Clayton was very pleased with this opinion. He patted the hand on Donna's shoulder. When he turned his head and met the girl's eyes looking back, he gave her a fierce look. This was a necessary attitude. He couldn't let this girl think that she could get away with anything she made.

"Give her some mercy." A drinker nearby shouted. "If I had a beautiful daughter who would come to me on horseback all day and all night, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

People around him all agreed.

Clayton stood among them, still having the friendship of drinking together for several days, but no one supported him at the moment.

He looked at Donna. Although the girl didn't speak, she was somewhat proud.

The lieutenant had to admit defeat.

"It won't happen next time," he said dryly.

"I swear I will do what you want." Donna replied briskly, pulled a seat from the side and sat down.

Seeing that things were developing according to their own ideas, people quickly stopped paying attention to their affairs. At most, they took a few glances at the beautiful girl, and then reinvested in the fantasy discussion of guarding against werewolves.

"Tell me, girl, why did you come to me?"

Only then did Clayton remember that he still knew nothing about the purpose of Donna's visit. He suddenly felt guilty when he mentioned this issue, because the matter in Gervaux was a little more complicated than he thought. If Donna hadn't come, he might have been worse than originally agreed. It will be a day or two later before I can go back.

But Donna's response quickly made him have no time to take care of this little emotion.

"On the night you left, there were many gunshots outside the house." The girl recalled. Although there was no fear on her face, Clayton could tell at a glance that she was telling the truth.

"I want to open the door and go out."

"Don't open the door." Clayton said firmly, even though he knew that this had happened in the past.

Donna choked: "I really wanted to open the door to see what was going on, but Mrs. Ross came ahead and knocked on the door and told me not to go out. I didn't go out until daytime, but there were no bodies on the street, only large stains of blood. Miss Charlotte When she came to see me, she also said there were gunshots in the parish where she lived.”

This situation was beyond Clayton's expectation.

"What did Mrs. Ross say?" he asked solemnly.

Mrs. Ross's son is an active officer in the military. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely notify his mother as soon as possible.

"She said everything was fine. These bad guys had finished fighting. She asked me to wait for you to come back. But the next night, we heard the sounds of fighting all night again."

Donna paused, noticing Clayton's eyes narrowing.

"My dear silly girl, I understand that in this situation you will want to leave, which is usually the right choice, but you are a girl, not a man, and you cannot walk around without someone to accompany you. This is especially true when you are in a dangerous situation. But I think you not only did not tell Mrs. Ross about your decision, nor did you intend to communicate it with Ms. Charlotte, but you set off immediately after you made the decision, otherwise you would not have. I will arrive in Jevo today alone.”

Although it was harsh to say so, Creighton did sense that Donna Bello had a dismissive attitude toward the two women he believed could help her.

They might be friends, but Donna would never ask them for help when she was in trouble.

Such reactions were uncommon among girls growing up in Batnu, where neighborly support was the norm.

Donna was silent.

Clayton didn't intend to blame her too much, but instead mentioned another thing: "I know your nature may not be considered well-behaved, but I am not the kind of elder who would regard this trait as a necessary advantage for a girl. So, you should go through my personal belongings?”

The girl couldn't hide her guilty expression.

"I hope the gun you found will fit your hand better. Now you don't have to hide it. Gevault is not within the jurisdiction of the City Public Security Ordinance." Clayton swung his glass.

Donna blinked significantly faster than before, and her voice was much softer.

"I didn't bring the gun." If it weren't for the werewolf's keen hearing, he would have almost skipped this sentence.

Clayton Bello's expression froze on his face.

He wanted to accuse Donna of being careless, but he couldn't say anything when it came to it, so his anger and regret could only be condensed into a sigh.

"Donna, listen carefully. Although the City Public Security Ordinance stipulates that people without a declared permit are not allowed to carry guns in the city, but if the environment becomes dangerous and you need a weapon for self-defense, then you should ignore those laws in a timely manner. Terms. No king in the world has the right to let his citizens sit still and wait for death when their lives are threatened. Protecting yourself is the most important. As long as you do not kill people out of malice, I will be responsible for all your actions."

His earnest words made his niece nod frequently, but there was no gratifying feedback. On the other hand, Julius on the side listened with rapt attention, and even smiled unconsciously on his lips. After Clayton finished speaking, the wizard interrupted: "You and Elder Dais are quite similar."

Clayton cast a doubtful look.

"But he might be even less civilized, 'Damn it, this law is not made by me, why should I obey it?!' He would probably say this when he encounters a clause that he doesn't like." Julius imitated the old man's tone, making Donna laugh, but Clayton couldn't laugh at all.

"Don't be angry with the girl, at least she is still safe, right?" Pei Lun returned to the counter with an empty tray. He served another round of wine, but he was still not satisfied and opened another bottle in front of them.

"I can't drink anymore, there is still a lot left in the glass." Clayton shirked, while Julius next to him drank for a long time, and the water level in the glass hardly dropped.

"Let our lady have some too? Drink some wine to warm up your body, and you will sleep well later." Pei Lun took out another empty glass: "I'll treat her."

"She is only fifteen years old." Clayton said.

"So I took beer." Pei Lun replied with reason.

Donna took Clayton's cup before they could react: "No, thank you, I'll just drink from this cup."

She took a sip proudly, and small wrinkles immediately appeared between her delicate eyebrows.

The wine was salty and sour, which made her feel unbelievable.

Julius laughed again, and he began to like them.