Werewolf Hunting Rules

Chapter 263 Pre-Match Preparation

Geoffrey, the mayor of Gevaux, is politely respected by everyone, but if you ask him what great deeds he has done, no one can tell.

But this operation to wipe out the Salvation Army will definitely give him a little more prestige in the future.

A middle-aged man with a slight bald head staggered up to them and stopped. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes had not dissipated from his body, and his expression was dazed, with the aftertaste of intoxication, but he gave people a different feeling. Very precise.

He was pretending to be drunk, and this wasn't a chance encounter, he was here to find them.

As soon as they met, he began to blame Creighton: "Mr. Bello, since you are back, you should inform us. Our people thought you were missing or died with the rebel leader. Now you still have Some people are looking for you in the woods."

This was indeed Creighton's problem, and he immediately apologized.

Jeffrey did not pursue the matter further. He was more interested in another thing and wanted to know the answer urgently.

"So the guy who calls himself Raven Lyle is dead?"

"I chased him and killed him, but there were still sounds of wild beasts in the woods. It was getting late, and I didn't bring a torch or a gun, so I hurried back. His body should still be there, and your people should be able to find him. , but I recommend going during the day.”

Jeffrey was very satisfied with the result: "That's good. It seems that none of them ran away."

Creighton had to remind him: "There are still some people who left with their horses."

"Yes, but they will come back. The people chasing them are much more professional than the people involved in the battle this time. They are all good players."

Having said this, he turned his attention to Clara.

This girl has a childish face, but her figure looks taller than Clayton.

"I've heard that this is your niece Clara."

His eyes kept scanning the "body" under Clara's head up and down, his cloudy eyes filled with great surprise, as if he was trying to figure out what the proportions of the body under the armor were. After all, compared to this body, Clara The head just looks out of place - it's too small.

Clayton narrowed his eyes. This careful look made him alert, as if the other person could really see through the emptiness under the armor.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that girls this tall are not common."

This answer was very reasonable. Clayton nodded and turned to the mayor to bring up the business. The Salvation Army members who were still alive were all prisoners of the Jevo people, and of course he needed permission to question these prisoners.

Mayor Jeffrey agreed without any hesitation. He took off a bunch of keys from his waist, took one out and handed it to Clayton.

"They are locked in a barn by hunters. This key can open the barn door, but they have shackles on their legs and you can't take them out."

"It doesn't matter, but my questioning methods may cause bloodshed." The werewolf informed him in advance.

His request was ferocious, but the mayor didn't seem to care about this kind of thing:

"Mr. Bello has helped us a lot. If it helps you, it doesn't matter if the wanted criminals are dead. As long as their faces are not damaged, the people in the city will pay for them."

Clayton readily agreed.

Fingers and toes are more susceptible to pain, followed by teeth, which do not hurt the prisoner's face.

All business seemed to be over, but the mayor suddenly asked Clayton with concern. "By the way, I heard that Miss Selani is living with you recently. How is she doing?"

This question was puzzling. Clayton didn't understand what he meant, but he still told him according to his own thoughts: "Miss Seranie has been helping to take care of Miss Aita these days. We all respect her."

"So she's really at Perot Sr.'s house now."

"That's right."

After getting the answer he wanted, Jeffrey left with satisfaction.

It wasn't until he left that Donna asked in surprise: "Is he going to have sex with Miss Seranie? Because she is a prostitute?"

Clayton glared at her unhappily: "You know a little too much, ladies don't say such things."

Donna pouted.

Clayton had left the pasture to her and her mother. After seeing livestock breeding, how could she not know those things.

When she saw what the bull did to the cow, she naturally knew what happened between men and women looking for pleasure.

Donna knows it all.

Clayton quickly stopped paying attention to her verbal indiscretion because he had other things to worry about.

"You should be careful about Mayor Jeffrey. I suspect that he also has secret connections with Chude Osmar."

"How can you tell this?" The girl turned to look at Clara in surprise - the devil has the ability to see through emotions, but Clara noticed her eyes and immediately shook her head: "Donna, don't look at Clara, Clara doesn't know either "

Of course, Clara knew nothing.

"It's time for you two to learn common sense!" Clayton stared gloomily in the direction where Jeffrey disappeared.

"I took my daughter and niece to torture the most vicious scum. Is this something a normal person would do? Mayor Jeffrey was not surprised at all. This almost means that he knows how extraordinary you are. . And the only people here who know that we are extraordinary ones are Chud Osmar and his servants.”

Donna still didn't understand why it was unusual for her to watch her uncle torture others, but she knew now was not the time to ask questions, so she didn't say anything to refute.

Clayton looked back and saw that she was not very convinced, but he did not care. He stretched out his hand and waved:

"This place is too close to the square. There are many people gathered nearby. It is not suitable for us to do it. Let your bird friend pass the message. If Mayor Jeffrey is not trustworthy, others should also know about this. Let them prepare for a "visit". He is just an ordinary person, they should be able to deal with it." Killing people indoors and hiding bodies are also convenient.

The little witch immediately summoned a flying bird and sent the message back at the cost of being pecked on her hand several times.

Clayton was very relieved to see that she still had paper and charcoal pencils for writing letters with her. This shows that she has always taken the communication system of the maintenance team to heart-she has a sense of responsibility!

After completing these preliminary work, they did not delay any further and went directly around the square to the public barn across the street.

This place is less than half a mile away from the Perrault family. If Jeffrey really has an accident, Julius can also quickly pass the news out.

Following the lieutenant's advice and guidance, the two wizards would regularly initiate communications with each other after they separated. If one of them interrupted, the other would know that danger was approaching. Although this was tiring, it was much safer than passing on messages when encountering danger.

After being away from the father and daughter of Bello, Jeffrey walked faster and faster, and his body became more and more upright.

When he thought of Chude Osmar, a trace of joy emerged in his cold heart. Cooperation with Osmar was his wisest choice in all these years - no one else.

He also participated in the operation to encircle and suppress the Salvation Army. When the bullet passed in front of this middle-aged man with a mediocre first half of his life, he did not feel any fear.

He even killed one with his own hands, but he did not feel a bit of fear because of this behavior.

The strength of the body made everything become natural. Jeffrey's bloated abdomen wrapped in a lot of fat once again experienced what it felt like to be "powerful" after many years. His inexplicably extra instinct also made his control over the body rapidly improve. When he threw the knife, he would know where the knife would eventually stab.

Some beliefs that once entangled him also collapsed inexplicably. Jeffrey had never felt so comfortable.

For this reason, he agreed to use his new ability to help Osmar get information about Clayton Bello and his group.

Clayton Bello himself was not a businessman as he said, and ordinary sheriffs were not as strong as him. Jeffrey could feel the extraordinarily surging vitality in that body, and four or five ordinary people could not match him.

His niece was definitely not a real niece, she was not even a living person.

Jeffrey could "see" heat, and her body under the armor was almost only a small part of her upper body. He had never heard of anyone who could survive with only half of his body.

As for Clayton Bello's daughter, she was ordinary and there was nothing special about her.

Next, he would go to Pero's house and take advantage of their defenseless state to sort out all the information at once.

Jeffrey knocked on Pero's door and smiled at the male host who opened the door.

The hostess stayed in the room to rest because of her weak body. Jeffrey could not see her appearance, but he could feel the power that originated from himself like the shaking of a candle, and there were similar things in another room.

As for the others, they all looked ordinary.

The green-haired guy looked like a witch doctor, but he was young and his skills were obviously not very good.

Jeffrey got what he wanted, and there was no one here to be wary of.

Then, he had to do the second thing.

Today, he had proved his strength and wisdom, so next, he would use a hearty battle to prove his masculinity.

Yes, a strong body, a calm mind, and extraordinary vision. These aspects have been improved, so why hasn't masculinity been improved? He wanted to prove this.

However, his wife's mediocre appearance could not satisfy him at this point.

Jeffrey thought of the most beautiful prostitute in town, Seranie, at the beginning. They had some social interactions in the past, and now she happened to help take care of the wounded at Pero's house.

He spent some money to ask the nurse to leave her post temporarily, and then found a room nearby.

Seranie smiled knowingly at his enthusiasm.

She put on makeup, took off her clothes, and then lay on the bed waiting for him to undress as they had experienced in the past.

Jeffrey had unbuckled his belt, but stopped at this moment. He stood in front of the bed, staring at Seranie's beautiful body, his face no longer smiling.

Seranie looked at him in confusion, and his dark face with his back to the candlelight suddenly frightened her.

"What's wrong?"

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do today." Jeffrey said.

He pulled his trousers up again, and his voice was terrifyingly calm, like an old fisherman who had seen the sunset by the sea.

But the sunset will rise again, but some things will never rise again.

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