Chapter 186 Louis's Request

The person who attacked the circus is most likely a high-ranking person in Gevaux. Doctors, elders, and priests all fit this definition.

Padre Louis still remembered him, and his eyes turned slightly to the left and then came back again.

"You're a detective on a business trip."

Ian stared into his eyes, trying to detect any possibility of guilt.

"It's me. Now please answer my question."

"I'm just here to inform him to go to the square and we have a new werewolf detection protocol."

When Pastor Lewis said this, he looked at him again and said, "Since you are here, the people we sent to inform you probably failed to inform you of this matter. I should also tell you this matter - you need to be involved. As before, we can meet in the square in front of the church after dinner, but not too late. If you don't want to, I'm afraid we will have to expel you from the town to avoid unnecessary suffering for the residents here. risks of."

The priest looked serious and serious, and he had indeed been doing similar activities in the past few days. What he said was more credible, and Ian's hand relaxed slightly.

"Who are going?"

"Outlanders who have come to the town within half a year, as well as people who frequently interact with outsiders, must go. Werewolves can spread wolfsbane under extremely special conditions and transform other people into the same kind. Although this is not common, But it’s not completely impossible.”

The period of suspicion has been extended to half a year, and local people involved with foreigners have also been included in the suspect list because of their contact. This sounds like they are about to take action.

Ian wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he forgot what he wanted to say.

Louis had no intention of waiting for him, and continued on his own: "This new plan was formulated by Mr. Bello, the sheriff from the city. Except for their family and his assistants, no other exceptions can escape the test. "

After the priest finished explaining the matter, he turned around and left very naturally.

Ian Lazarus vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he had no time to ask further.

He hurriedly put down the gun in his pocket and took out his memo and pen. He had a bad memory and had to write down these things before he forgot them.

While Ian was doing this, Clayton and his team had returned to the town.

A young patrol member was waiting for them at the door of the hotel. When he saw them, he said: "Mr. Bello, Padre Luis asks you not to go out at night. If someone asks you a question you don't know the answer to, don't answer them."

This request is a bit strange, but nothing difficult to agree to.

Clayton agreed, and borrowed a piece of paper from Peron to write down their only gain in the afternoon - that is, the evil thing that appeared in the town was a leatherworker, and entrusted the patrol to send the note to Padre Lewis. .

He only said that Donna's mother also held a priesthood, so they knew a lot about monsters. As for the evidence left by the leatherworker, it was all on the animal trainer.

This excuse was sufficient to prevaricate Padre Lewis.

There were actually no traces of the leatherworker on the animal tamer, but even if this was confirmed, they could argue that it was an error in judgment.

There are people everywhere in this world who know only a little about mysticism but still claim to be experts, and there are not a few of them left behind.

The bleating sounds of sheep could be heard from inside the inn.

Donna curiously explored the direction of the sound with her eyes, but Clayton sent her and the wizard upstairs and refused to let her go.

Antique dealers want to check out the backyard for themselves.

He passed through the warehouse and his temporary bed and saw the innkeeper, Little Perun, practicing with his ancestral two-handed sword.

Vertical chops, diagonal lifts, and horizontal strokes. Every move was done very seriously. Pei Lun seemed to be fighting an invisible enemy. When he was young and strong, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the movements of his steps and waist were coordinated with the swinging movements. His moves were precise, he could draw back the force quickly, and he could turn quickly.

If there were a real person standing in front of him, he would be torn into pieces at this moment.

At least the sheep in the backyard were so scared that they hid in a corner away from him.

Clayton has experienced hundreds of battles. Although he is not good with swords, he has fought with many Taunton knights and knows how to appreciate the level of swordsmanship. He could see that little Perun's swordsmanship was exquisite, and he was worthy of being a descendant of the former lord of Gevo.

Noticing that others were observing him, Perun stopped, held his sword with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled sheepishly at Clayton.

"This is one of the few legacies my grandfather left me."

Clayton said politely: "It is very precious, I can see that. But it may not be able to realize its full value here."

"I have no intention of relying on swordsmanship to earn a living. No one can use two-handed swords anymore. Everyone likes to leave one hand for shooting." Pei Lun stepped on the tree stump with one foot and relaxed: "That might be the case. It’s funny, but I just feel that the world seems to be getting more and more chaotic, which is a bit disturbing, and the two-handed sword is the best skill I have learned.”

"Do you think so because of the werewolf?" the lieutenant asked him.

"Not at all."

Pei Lun sighed: "Those who run hotels always have better information than others. I think a sheriff like you in the city might also know that. The gangsters running around now are as ubiquitous as rats. I heard about Taming Regarding the beast master, and what you said at the gate of the town, the evil party is indeed getting closer to us, while the army in Sasha City is too far away from us. "

Clayton comforted him: "You need security forces, but I believe this will improve soon. Hook's gunmen are about to make their home around here."

"I accept your good words."

Pei Lun kicked up the scabbard from the ground, stuffed the two-handed sword into it, and his expression relaxed a lot.

Clayton's reassurance stood him in good stead.

"By the way, Mr. Bello, the advertisement you entrusted me to put out has worked. Two families have contacted me and want to sell old furniture and ornaments. I will give you the address in a moment."

"Thank you." Clayton said, "What about you? Do you have anything to sell?"

He also coveted the wealth of the declining nobles. The things stored by the lord of the town must be more tasteful than those of ordinary people.

"It's all here."

Pei Lun tapped the ground with his scabbard: "I'm sorry, I have sold all the things that can be sold, and the rest has become this store. If my father didn't owe so many gambling debts, maybe I could pay him back I can leave some for you.”

Clayton laughed, loving the young man's sense of humor.

In addition to the initial investment difficulties, he also owed a lot of money to friends in order to run the "Rusted Silver Coin" store. It was not until last month that he paid off all the debts with the salary from the Presbyterian Church. He is now relaxed. Little Pei Lun's The situation made him feel more at home.

Pei Lun looked at the darkening sky: "It's time for me to chop vegetables. If you wait until you are hungry, it will be too late to cook."

He put his sword under his arm and walked towards the kitchen.

Today's dinner was very sumptuous, including not only the wild boar that Clayton had brought, but also fresh lamb.

Clayton asked Perun to kill the sheep he bought, and let the drunkards who came to the hotel to spend time tonight eat some, and everyone was satisfied. But when these local customers wanted to stay a little longer, Pei Lun started knocking on the counter to chase them away.

"Everyone, go home. Not today. I'm going to lock the door soon."

Clayton felt that this change was extremely unusual. Perron had been staying in the hotel for the past few days and slept on the second floor of the warehouse on the east side of the backyard, or in the underground wine cellar.

"Are you going out for something?" he asked Pei Lun.

The latter opened his eyes wide and asked in surprise: "What, Mr. Bello, wasn't it you who facilitated the test I'm going to take in a moment?"

Perron asked in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he couldn't imagine why Clayton didn't know about it.

Clayton was about to ask, but suddenly remembered what the previous patrol member said: "If someone asks you a question you don't know the answer to, don't answer them."

This was Padre Louis' arrangement.

He felt weird in his heart, but he still did it at the moment.

"Ah, I forgot about this. Just think I'm confused."

Pei Lun was only slightly surprised, but this matter was not important to him. He promised not to mention it anymore, and went upstairs to call the other tenants down.

Both painters came downstairs, looking agitated.

Since the martial law, the town's cathedral has not allowed them to work until late, and they have to return to the hotel before the sun goes down. This means they will have to stay in Géveaux longer without an increase in salary.

Then squeezed out from the crack in the door was Quok, Chud Osmar's attendant.

This is really a big fat man. Just walking normally makes the sound of wood breaking on the stairs and floor.

But his master was not there.

Pei Lun only discovered this when he walked to Chu De's door. The room was empty. He asked Kuo Ke on the stairs who had already gone down to the first floor.

"Where's Mr. Osmar?"

The fat giant turned his body with difficulty to look at the innkeeper. His black beetle-like eyes looked directly at him, but he said nothing.

Little Pei Lun was not used to such treatment, but he had never heard the other party say a word since he checked in. It was Chud Osmar who ordered the orders for this fat follower. He speculated in his heart that the other party was mute, so After asking again and getting no response, I stopped trying.

"Okay, I think he is visiting the doctor's house. I'll ask someone to ask him later." He walked down talking to himself.

After all the guests left, and only Clayton and three others were left, Perun went to lock the backyard warehouse, asked them to watch the door, and went out.

There were only three outsiders left in the entire hotel.

The mess and the smell of tobacco and alcohol still linger in the lobby. This is the smell of human activity, but it has gradually become colder because of the departure of the source.

Julius shuddered: "I feel like my wound is open and needs to be treated again."

He hurried upstairs, clutching his abdomen, and there was no more sound.