Chapter 162 The Doctor Who Loves Fishing

Julius nodded mysteriously.

Pero was no longer angry, but he was grateful and looked at the two townspeople as if they were two lunatics.

Clayton wanted to refute this statement, but after thinking about it carefully, Pero's words were not wrong. Julius' nonsense led to a correct result.

"I won't let her do such a dangerous thing again, and you don't come to her." Pero warned them.

From the beginning, Barbara rubbed her hands nervously behind him, until her husband said so, she made up her mind to speak.

"Sorry, Pero, but I will go back."

Her husband turned around in surprise: "Why?!"

The female vampire took a deep breath, but couldn't say anything.

Her literary literacy began to hold her back.

"Ms. Barbara has the soul of a true adventurer, and she is destined to make a career." Julius controlled his expression very well, so not only was it not regarded as irony, but he also received Barbara's grateful eyes.

With these nice words, she wiped out the grudge of that kick.

"I came back this time just for vacation. I have really joined the 'club'. Mr. Jonrad is very optimistic about me. He promised that as long as I learn to read, I can go to the security department to get a job with a weekly salary of five pounds, and provide food. This is just the beginning." She said.

Clayton sighed for Barbara's choice, but there was nothing surprising. The power of vampires is very suitable for use in the city. Even Elder Des Jonrad would not let such a fighting force go easily.

Pero was obviously reluctant to let her do dangerous things, but Clayton didn't intend to let them drag it on. He forced the topic.

"Do you remember where you saw this gun?"

He handed over the broken gun, and Pero frowned and pushed it back.

"I don't need to look at it again. It's the gun I ordered in the city. Sevan, the son of Pastor Louis, needs such a gun for self-defense, so he asked me to order it." Perrault's tone was cold, because he was eager to instruct his wife on how to deal with the world and didn't want to be disturbed.

"So where is Sevan now?"

"I didn't see him at Louis' place, but he is friends with the jeweler's son. Maybe he lives in that bastard's house."

"You don't have a good impression of Lawrence?"

The old man glanced at his wife, his eyes could not hide his worry, and his appearance became more irritable: "I told him that the earrings I wanted must be pure gold, but he still mixed silver in it! That beast thought that I had lived in the city for so long that I became an outsider he could fool at will!"

Clayton was stunned and realized that Perrault might not be completely unaware of the changes in his wife.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and tried: "I am very grateful for your help. It happens that I still have some raw blood here, maybe you will need it."

Barbara's eyes were full of desire, but she didn't speak.

Perrault narrowed his eyes and looked at them again before accepting the gift.

After the couple left, Donna suddenly spoke.

"Didn't you say that the bucket of blood was stained by charcoal? Why did you give it to them again?"

She issued a moral condemnation.

Facing his niece's questioning eyes, Clayton once again painfully confessed that he must be an honest and good person after today.

He sighed: "Sorry, that was originally a gift prepared for others, but I didn't want to make you sad, so I lied."

"But you didn't seem to know they were coming."

"I was going to give it to Perron to pay for the rent." Clayton reluctantly found another reason.

Donna curled her lips and didn't ask again.

After the meal, another unexpected person came to the door.

The only doctor in the town of Gevo came to the hotel and he came to Clayton to get his things back.

"I heard you found some fishing rods by the river?" the doctor asked shyly. He had a similar beard to Clayton, but shorter, and wore wooden glasses on his face, which made him look more gentle.

"I usually put the rods and baskets by the wetland and maintain them once a month, but since the beast appeared, I wanted to get it yesterday, but not only did I not find it, I also hurt my hand." He showed Clayton his tightly bandaged hand to confirm that what he said was true, but Clayton had actually seen it once in the square before and did not doubt it.

"Mr. Moreno said you found something by the river, so I thought it might be here with you."

Clayton hurried upstairs and took down both fishing rods.

The doctor pulled out his own one and pointed to the other one and said, "This one belongs to Mr. Chude. He also lives in this hotel. You should be able to find him in the third room from the end of the upstairs."

This was a bit surprising. Clayton thought Chude Osmar never went out. Now it seems that their schedules just happened to be different.

Julius expressed his doubts more directly.

"We have seen him, but he also goes out fishing?"

The doctor laughed: "Ha, more than that, he is a fishing expert, but unfortunately he is not interested in this."

Clayton narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Have you ever picked up a conch by the river? Just like this." He took out the conch from his pocket and showed it to the doctor. The sounding conch still had a fresh smell of water on it. The days in the town may not be so far away.

The doctor thought for a longer time than normal people, but he came to a very simple conclusion: "This is probably the first time I have seen this conch. What happened to it?"

Clayton mumbled and mumbled.

Julius's eyes were fixed on the doctor's hands, and he also had questions: "How did you hurt yourself?"

"I can't remember. Maybe I was scratched by some dead branch when I was pushing back the bushes."

The doctor shook his hand. It was obvious that he had no impression of this and did not care. However, Clayton remembered that the wound on his hand was not small. It was as long as the longest palm print. It was not a wound that could be ignored casually. .

Clayton and Julius watched the doctor leave the hotel.

"What are you looking for?" Donna asked, standing behind them.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little interested in weird things. People who make a living in the curio business are like this." Clayton didn't want her to follow him, lest she get bad luck. So he casually said, "We have to go out to do errands in a while, so you can stay at the hotel. If you feel bored, you can ask Pei Lun about the stories in town."

Donna slammed her fork into her plate: "I can come with you, I promise."

"Sorry, dear, you promised too many times, but none of them made me feel at ease." Clayton interrupted her vow.

"Julius, when you have eaten enough, get ready to go."

The wizard pulled the chair back and stood up from the right side: "How are we going today?"

Clayton turned to look at Donna. The girl was still paying attention to their conversation reluctantly. She pretended not to be indifferent and lowered her head to attend to breakfast until she was watched.

The lieutenant turned around and told Julius: "We'll talk about it after we get out."

As soon as he left the hotel, Clayton walked directly to the stables. He wanted to check the condition of the horses. Until they came to the horses, he couldn't help but have random thoughts in his heart.

Julius made up a gangster identity for them, using many metaphors and pronouns, but he believed that Donna would soon realize what it meant - or maybe she already knew it and just didn't want to ask in public. .

This is actually somewhat different from reality, but Clayton still has to find a way to convince Donna that this is just a joke.

Otherwise, if she sends a letter telling Tritis that her uncle has become a gang member in the city, he will not be able to see anyone when he returns to Butnu.

Julius watched boredly as the lieutenant picked up a bunch of hay from the side to feed the horse. Donna came too suddenly last night and they had no time to notify the groom. The job of taking care of it could only be done by Perun, but the innkeeper Having a man, Perun had a lot to do, so he couldn't take good care of it, and he didn't even take off the saddle.

Clayton took off the saddle, placed it and the leather bags and bags hanging on both sides on the ground and looked through it slowly.

It would be faster to come here on horseback than a carriage, but it would take at least one night for Donna to come here from the city, and he wanted to see what the girl had prepared for the journey.

He dug out broken biscuits, a thin blanket, bandages and a bottle of homemade ointment. The ointment smelled like verbena and seemed to be used to stop bleeding and detoxify.

This is not surprising. In many rural areas that have preserved a long tradition, women also serve as pharmacists in their families. They will learn relevant knowledge before getting married. This is the custom in the Nambuliga area including Batnu. Clayton thought that Tritis might have made this as a gift to Donna. This was the kind of medicine that should be prepared when going out in the wild.

Julius took the other bag, checking it much faster than Clayton.

"Look what I found?" He pulled out a quite complete wolf skin from the bag and showed off, "This seems to be the shawl you wore when you went into the sewer last time."

Clayton took the wolf skin back, folded it, and put it back into the bag.

"Why are you so nervous?"

The lieutenant said with a straight face: "It's my fault. I forgot to find a place for him to sleep."

Wolfwalker Marshall used his body to help him a lot. Although he failed to block Athena's detection spell, it was his own fault and he touched the spell trap. After that, Marshall's wolf skin still blocked him from the spider's mind-control magic.

According to Butnu's custom, he should buy Marshall a good coffin, and it would be best to invite a sin-eater at the funeral as a reward.

Julius trembled: "He is a shapeshifter?!"

"It's okay, he's a good man." Clayton tied the bag around his waist. "We'll go to the church later and see if Padre Lewis still wants to see anyone."

The flames on the street had been sheltered all night, and people drank wine with salt as directed by the priest. No trace of the "beast" was found. The priest should have no reason to refuse visits from outsiders.