Chapter 190 Exposed

"I misjudged my timing, but there's a reason for that,"

Priest Lewis looked at the old hunter and said: "The foreigners who just entered the town were attacked, and their horses were killed by that beast. This happened half an hour ago, so I thought it had satisfied its appetite. I won’t come to your place again, so I wanted to tell you to go back—but it seems I was wrong.”

"What a coincidence, he just came here and killed a horse. What a greedy boy." Goatee said.

Not many people in Rewo keep horses, and the ownership rights of the horses that died in the past few days belong to people in the city, so he didn't feel sad at all when he said this.

"That's so unfortunate," Louis said weakly.

He and the old hunter were two extremes. In terms of complexion, he looked much gloomier and sadder than the horse owner. After looking at the leatherworker, his focus seemed to have shifted to something else. , also seemed a little absent-minded when answering.

The old hunter frowned: "Wait a minute, Louis, didn't you hear the sound of the horses neighing? I bet everyone on this street should have heard it."

Less than three minutes passed between the time the leatherworker ran into the streets and his escape.

"When I came here, there was a lot of noise in my ears." The priest's face was pale, which supported his statement.

Goatee narrowed his eyes and looked at him again, no longer obsessed with this issue.

The conversation that followed was not as bad as Clayton imagined.

Goatee didn't mention anything about Donna, nor did he mention that Clayton had helped. He just recounted what had just happened, but there wasn't much to say, so the conversation quickly came to an end.

"It's time for me to leave. If you don't mind, I have to take the boys on patrol."

He looked back at Clayton, suddenly winked, and spread his thumb and little finger behind his back, making a gesture that symbolized the wizard's pointed hat.

The lieutenant was slightly surprised. He was finally sure that the other party had discovered Donna's identity, but he didn't know why he had to hide it for them.

However, this secret is not dangerous. Although the White Sect hates wizards, in rural areas, they are equal competitors. There are many tasks that wizards can do but priests cannot, and some are even slightly difficult. It is blasphemous, so the priesthood cannot be exclusive to one family.

Goatee quickly turned his head back, his expression as normal, and Priest Lewis nodded slightly in front of him:

"Of course, Mr. Schmidt, please go, please, you must take it-"

"The evil skin is left to you. Swords and bullets can hardly harm it, but holy water can still destroy it. I see that there is someone's hair on it, and part of the skin must belong to some unfortunate stranger. "Louis, the priest is not here, so you have to decide whether to send it to the cemetery or destroy it completely, it's up to you."

After giving the last instructions, Goatee turned his head, put both the short spear and the shotgun on his shoulders and walked away.

The evil creature was only injured, not dead. Their work was not over yet.

Priest Lewis watched the old hunter leave, his chest still heaving, and it seemed that the fright the leatherworker had given him was not over yet.

Clayton walked towards the Holy Office. He knew that there were many doubts about his group, and the recent chaos in the local area was related to them. Moreover, frequent outings during the day will definitely be noticed by some caring people.

They would probably be questioned the most severely. He, Julius, and Donna had all made up a foolproof excuse for this matter. No matter what questions Padre Louis had or who he wanted to ask, they could give reasonable answers. answer.

Padre Luis noticed his actions and turned around to look at him coldly: "Mr. Bello, thank you for your help, but it's very late today. Do you have anything else to do?"

Clayton stopped, a little surprised, but also a little lucky.

"No, Mr. Lewis,"

"That's good, good night, Mr. Bello."

Priest Lewis walked over to the "skin" discarded by the leatherworker. He stared at it for a moment, then bent down to pick it up, as gently as if he were holding a baby. Clayton watched him leave the hotel in silence.

Donna didn't know when she came down from upstairs again. She looked at Clayton: "Will it come again in the future?"

Maybe she was scared after seeing the monster so close to her. Clayton thought, he comforted her: "We are prepared, but there is no chance that the patrol will be able to track it tonight, and everything will be fine." "

Hearing what he said, the girl slammed down the stair railing and made a thud.

"It better come again, I will definitely pull out its skin next time!"

She was still upset about the horse.

After venting her anger, she put her palm on her skirt, rubbed it, and hid it behind her back. Clayton saw that the hand turned red obviously.

As a competent uncle, he was silent for a moment and decided to go back to his house and educate Donna on ladylike behavior. "Don't think about it. The chance of us encountering it again is slim. Now we have bad news - even if we send Danny to Adelaide tomorrow and solve my problem, then this The whole month will be spent in Gevaux.”

There is no separate bathroom here, no place to send letters, and no private basement for werewolves to enjoy their blood meal.

He began to miss the city.

"But the money I brought is definitely enough to cover your daily expenses, so you don't have to be careful. But if there's nothing particularly important, I hope you won't wander around the town. I'm worried that other troubles will come to your door."

"Well -" Donna pondered: "Is there any trouble we can't solve?"

"Of course, not all types of issues can be solved through violence. We can use barbaric methods to deal with barbarians who do not respect laws and ethics, but if we still do this to deal with problems in the civilized world, then we will also degenerate into Barbarian."

Clayton put Perun's sword on the table, filled the wine glass and drank deeply. The exercise made his mouth dry.

Wiping his lips, he said to his niece:

"The goatee just now recognized you as a wizard, but didn't say it. I think he may be seeking witchcraft, but it's just not easy to say it directly in front of Pastor Louis. After tomorrow, I will still be there because of business I think you might not be interested in coming with me. If he comes to the hotel alone, you should let him wait for me to come back to make a decision, or let Julius deal with him."

"Why is this?" Donna walked up behind him and stared at the blood on the sword blade.

"How do I know what kind of person he is? Maybe he wants to use your power to do evil things. Many people think that wizards are natural accomplices of criminals. You don't know what kind of people you can attract."

"We are different from the rumors, at least I am different."

"But they don't care!"

Clayton turned around, looked at his niece's childish expression, and softened his tone: "I'm not saying that Mr. Schmidt is definitely a bad person, but our identities are different. You know, when I was a child , there was also an open criminal plot against a wizard in Batnu - a group of people discussed finding a wizard to kidnap him, because they felt that the monks in the local monastery had poor medical skills and could not cure sick livestock, and Dead crops."

"It sounded ridiculous, and I laughed at the time, but those boys were serious. If there was a wizard out there, they would really imprison him, or her, and use lethal force to intimidate them. Use that power to take care of your crops and livestock.”

Donna was shocked by the cruel thoughts of people in her hometown. She stood there, unable to say anything.

Bracola obviously did not educate the young wizard on how to deal with ordinary people.

But when it came to this, Clayton himself suddenly felt his interest waning.

He and his family were rarely reunited, but they became aliens in the eyes of most people, as if their family could not live in peace anywhere.

But he soon couldn't help laughing again, because the Bello family fled to Dorne from Mansis, which shows that their rejection is almost a continuous tradition.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about this now, because I will take care of it," he said.

Donna was a little depressed: "Yes, you can always handle it, and you don't need to ask for my opinion. So what should I do?"

Clayton glanced at the position of the moon and estimated the current time.

"Sleep." He said wisely.

A new day began, but none of the hotel guests came back.

Pei Lun and the cook have been busy helping them transport their luggage to their new residence all day long. This is the last charge.

Clayton wasn't surprised because the monster's story had already been publicized in town.

Many people stayed up all night last night, and the hunters on the patrol couldn't help but tell everything. While they were boasting about their achievements, they also brought panic to other guests in the hotel.

In the past, if he knew that a monster broke into the place where he lived. I must be feeling very sick in my heart, and I don't want to stay here for one more second, lest I run into a monster again. They still live here now, just out of confidence in their own strength.

But this confidence may look like three unlucky guys who have no money to move out in the eyes of others.

Perun's business is unlikely to improve in the short term, unless the body of the leatherworker is pulled to the square for all residents to identify.

Clayton was also a businessman and sympathized with him. And Pei Lun didn't care about him breaking the curled blade of his ancestral sword. Instead, he thanked him for his contribution to the town, which almost made the werewolf feel uneasy.

In order to avoid the possibility that his conscience would develop further and lead to him voluntarily paying compensation, Clayton went out earlier than usual and came to Lawrence's house to do his "business."