Chapter 187 The Trap of the Priesthood

Clayton wanted to sit for a while longer, so he didn't move, but Donna didn't go up either. He looked over with concern, only to find that the girl was collecting chairs. She put the chairs in a row to form a long plane, then lay down on it, revealing a very comfortable expression.

"Donna, there is a bed in the room. If you are tired, go up and rest." Clayton reminded.

"No." Donna looked at the ceiling, as if she could see the stars through the wooden board: "I just like the smell here. It's very lively here. I want to stay for a while."

Clayton remembered that she also grew up in Patnu.

Indeed, Patnu is vast and sparsely populated, and people don't often hold banquets. Therefore, when he was a child, he would go to the market even if he had to walk a long way. If for nothing else, just to see people, he also felt that it was worth it.

Many of his good memories are filled with an endless stream of people of different colors and a strong aroma of tobacco.

That was the time spent with his brother and the farm boys hired by the family.

"How is Brakola?" he asked mysteriously, "Are you doing well there? What does your mother think of the new friends you made there? Did she drive them away?"

He wanted to care about this girl, but when she heard these questions, Donna's body shrank violently and she almost fell off the chair.

"Why are you asking these questions?" Her voice sounded a little resentful.

"Just concerned."

Donna turned over and sat up, feeling a bit self-destructive: "Well, you don't have to worry about these, I can't talk to other people very well."

"So you don't have any friends?!"

"Not even one."

Clayton was really surprised. In his impression, there were only boys who walked alone, but no girls who walked alone, because every girl was good at making friends, which was simply common sense.

"What's wrong with you? Or do the people in Brakora dislike you? Or are there no other girls of the same age who are suitable to be friends?"

"That's not the case." Donna grabbed the corner of her clothes in embarrassment: "They are very nice, just... a little naive."

She knew that she would think those girls were naive, and Uncle Clayton was older, and he would definitely make similar comments when he looked at her. It was like describing herself, and it was also like saying bad things about people behind their backs.

Clayton pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but suddenly a strange sound came from behind the counter.

It was like someone was about to come out of the underground wine cellar.

He stood up and looked at the counter vigilantly, while reaching out to hold Donna behind him.

Then someone really came out of the wine cellar.

Not just one, but a group.

The old hunter Goatee and his patrolmen squeezed out of the narrow passage of the basement, like foam discharged from dirty water.

But it is commendable that they remained silent all the time, and only groaned when they were squeezed hard.

After a while, the lobby was full again.

Clayton and Donna were both stunned.

"What are you doing hiding here?" the lieutenant asked.

This group of people all carried guns, and they should be patrolling the outskirts of Gevo.

He didn't know how much of his conversation with his niece was overheard by them. Even if they hadn't discussed anything really dangerous, it was enough to make him unhappy.

"Pastor Louis asked us to help you." Goat Beard said with a gun on his shoulder: "He found that you were targeted by that... evil thing. It may come again tonight."

"Evil thing." Donna reminded him.

Goat Beard suddenly repeated the word several times.

".Evil thing, evil thing, yes, that's it, we came here to set up an ambush to kill that strange thing, and because of the priest's instructions, Little Peren lent us this place for hunting. Although the type of the beast is different from what we expected, it doesn't matter. As long as it is not a ghost, our bullets are still useful." At this point, he patted the shotgun.

Clayton habitually wiped his upper lip with his fingers, but there was no beard there.

These people were all coated with hunters' special medicine oil to cover up their smell. Before they actually appeared, the werewolves could not detect them.

Although his sense of smell was ineffective, Clayton's eyes were still good. He was sure that these people did not sneak in during dinner, so he asked them what time they came here.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon." The old hunter whispered.

Behind him, the gunmen tiptoed up the stairs.

"No one saw us when we came. This time was also set by the priest. Are you all here?"

Donna answered him: "There is also a green-haired man in the room."

Goatee frowned, twisted the long hunting rifle in his hand, and blew his nose unhappily: "I'll go call him down. You stay in the lobby next. Don't run around when you hear any sound, and don't go to open-air places like the backyard. The priest said that the evil creature is very cunning, so he asked us to come so early. If it sees you somewhere else, it may not go upstairs."

They plan to set up the battlefield on the second floor.

Clayton raised his chin after coming to this conclusion: "How long will this situation last?"

With almost no hesitation, Goatee answered directly: "A whole night. There are only us here, and the other guests will spend the night somewhere else. Only after we succeed will they know what we have done by occupying this place."

This arrangement is also reasonable in the eyes of veterans like Clayton.

"That thing is very fast, don't fire all the guns at once." Donna reminded.

Goatee looked at her in surprise: "Okay, we will pay attention, but it can't be faster than a flying bird, right?"

"That's hard to say."

Clayton had no more questions to ask. The old man also had to host the hunting activities here, so he didn't have time to talk to them, so he went upstairs with his gun.

Soon, Julius also came down. His face was better than before. He walked to his companions and sat down, letting out a long sigh: "They all told me, but unfortunately I want to rest early today. What? Do you want to help them?"

"The locals are already familiar with each other, there is no need for an outsider to intervene, and if my bad luck is transmitted to them" Clayton didn't say anything else.

He believed in his fighting skills, but not in his luck.

"I just said it casually."

Julius took another piece of cold pie and stuffed it into his mouth, so he was glared at by Donna, which was left on her plate.

The wizard didn't care about it at all. He turned his head and saw a "bed" made of chairs, so he just lay down on it.

As time went by, the patrol team also lit up the lights in the rooms of other tenants upstairs, but at the same time drew the curtains so that outsiders could not see clearly whether it was the real person inside. They borrowed the spare key of little Perron and got the authorization of the priest. As for the tenant's opinion, it was insignificant in this matter.

There were three people in each room, and each of them carried two guns to ensure that no matter whether the evil creature temporarily changed its target, they had enough instant firepower to kill or at least severely injure the other party.

They let one person observe the situation at a time, one person rest, and one person concentrate on the situation in the corridor.

There were people in the corridor responsible for conveying messages with gestures, and there were instructions from Goatee.

In Julius' room, Goatee borrowed a pocket watch from a young man in the team to check the time. The time was later than the time expected by Priest Louis.

In every room on the second floor, their people opened the curtains a little to observe the situation outside.

The street outside was bright, but at a certain height, the shadows on the top of the building became darker, as deep as the bottom of the water, which was why others did not find the evil creature.

"Be more energetic."

He immediately reprimanded the young people after noticing the tired eyes from time to time.

These young people thought they were full of energy, but the speed at which they consumed their energy when they were waiting for prey was not comparable to when they were doing nothing. This state must be solved, otherwise they would lie down before they saw the prey.

So the candle was passed around their hands, and the smell of tobacco gradually filled Julius' room.

The owner of this room also smoked, and the residual smell told them so, so smoking here would not make the "creature" feel abnormal.

The burnt aroma between the lips, teeth, mouth and nose lifted the spirits of the patrol members.

The supervisor in the next room smelled this smell and couldn't help but feel envious.

Even though they had to change shifts every once in a while, they had been working for several hours without any results, and their spirits were inevitably a little relaxed. When the Overseer focused his attention again and cast his gaze out the window, the frightening whiteness was close to the backyard of the inn.

Before he could reveal this, the messengers in the corridor began to gesture at the same time.

All observers saw the leatherworker.

It was now in the stable.

Father Louis greeted them, but they were still terrified when they saw the monster.

They saw the fate of the fallen man - the evil thing - it was like a human body stretched out like dough, about ten feet long.

Although it still retained a human head, its limbs were twisted and its skin was pale and bloodless from head to toe. The naked body had an extremely long neck, and the arms were also stretched out like two thin tongs, with fingers like two rows of awls, ostentatiously stretched upward. The toes were like rabbit feet, and there was a thin, curly tail like a monkey behind it, but it was as pale as the rest of its branches, only the end was a deep red color like blood.

When it moved, it used its protruding elbows and anti-jointed legs to crawl on the ground in an unnatural way.

As everyone watched, the pale monster stretched out its long, awl-like claws and tore open the belly of the only horse in the stable in an instant, thrusting its human-like head and long neck into the twitching gap and feasting on the fresh entrails of the poor animal.