Chapter 201 Goatbeard's Opinion

The dead man's luggage was nothing. The only thing worth keeping was a long rifle.

This breech-loading rifle was very ordinary. It was called the Vanny Universal Rifle. Clayton's gun license was compatible with this gun.

A skilled gunman could fire the Vanny Universal Rifle ten times in one minute. Its effective range was about 150 yards. Beyond this distance, the bullet's landing point would be significantly offset from the aiming position - but this was harmless. Most gunfights were conducted in a space of less than 75 yards. It was much better than the guns circulating in the countryside.

When he walked to a place where he could see the town, he dug a pit in the woods and hid the gun in it for emergency use.

But he was the only one willing to use this gun.

He had previously asked the wizards why they were unwilling to carry guns. Their reason was that the barrel contained a lot of iron, and iron, a metal, had the effect of suppressing magic.

The element classification method used by wizards to distinguish levels listed the most difficult substances for wizards to overcome from low to high.

Julius and Donna are only at the stage of iron fingers, and iron still has a restraining effect on them.

After burying the rifle, Clayton couldn't help but feel regretful.

"If you and Donna can use guns, I will be much less worried. I don't want to belittle your magic, but the combat magic you can cast can't work as far as bullets, and it's not as deadly."

"But the advantage is that it's silent."

Julius shook his arms vigorously in the sun. He wanted to use this method to quickly restore the perception of the ends of his fingers.

"Now we can finally walk slowly to restore our strength. It's time to tell me what you saw in the ceremony. You should have learned a lot from your ancestors. I also want to hear what the werewolves in the past would do."

Clayton recalled the experiences of his ancestors, and his mood suddenly became complicated.

"Well, it's probably about helping your sisters find husbands, get married, have children, learn makeup, and travel by train."

"It sounds quite warm." Julius commented.

The antique dealer didn't know what to say. He didn't want to describe this effect.

"But you should learn wolf language now. Apart from the application of war cry, wolf language alone is also a very useful skill. You may be able to rely on this language to go to other cities to seek refuge with your relatives in the future."

Clayton was even more embarrassed: "I haven't learned it yet."

Julius obviously didn't believe his answer from his expression, and only regarded it as a means for the other party to perfunctorily deal with him.

"You can always say a few words, at least a few simple words?"

"I can't do it at all."

"Then how did your ancestors communicate with other relatives in your memory?"

"They speak human language." Clayton answered.

Julius was silent. The good news brought by this consequence was that their efficiency of moving was more stable and they returned to the town earlier than expected.

After they asked a local, they learned that the arrival of the Saviors did not cause anxiety here.

Because the identities of the defeated soldiers were not exposed, their behavior of safely passing through the wild area at night also played a positive role in encouraging the locals.

Even though he knew that this might be a psychological phenomenon formed by the locals' anxiety about the leatherworkers still being alive, Clayton couldn't help but feel absurd.

When he and Julius went to visit the Perot family, they saw Mr. Schmidt, the goat-bearded man, hurriedly walking down the street. There was no hunter apprentice following him. It was obvious that he had just finished his night patrol and was going home to rest.

However, the old man's face was not very good. Clayton went over to greet him and received the same greeting.

"How is it, brother Schmidt? I heard that many gunmen have entered the town again. What do you think of these people?"

"What do I think?"

The goat-bearded man sneered, but this emotion was not directed at Clayton: "Others think they are good people. I say they are bad, but will others believe it? As soon as the group of people came to the town, they fell asleep. The expressions on their faces seemed to be afraid of seeing people, and they all carried guns. If they were not a wanted gang of robbers, I would dig out my eyes now!" At the end, he pointed at his own eyes and shouted.

Clayton and Julius had known the identities of these Saviors for a long time, so they were not surprised.

However, this reaction made Schmidt feel despised. He punched the wall of the wooden house next to him in anger.

"You don't believe it either. Yes, everyone thinks that old Schmidt is jealous because their guns are much better than our hunting rifles. It seems more reliable to ask them to capture the leatherworker than us. I admit that their weapons are better than ours, but these people don't think about it. Didn't we rely on these backward weapons to severely injure the monster before?"

Although the old hunter Schmidt was so angry, Clayton couldn't feel a bit of sympathy, because

"It seems to be only eight o'clock now. Are you sure many people think so? It's winter now. Many people don't go out in the morning. There must be many people who haven't seen those gunmen yet."

If Julius remembered the time correctly, then the time when the Saviors came to Gevo should be late at night. This may wake up a small number of people, but it is impossible for the whole town to express their identity. Moreover, the first priority of these people who came overnight must be to rest, and the tired and frightened mental state that these deserters inadvertently revealed should be difficult for local people to trust.

Moreover, there should not be many people who can judge the quality of a rifle. For ordinary people, a pistol is enough for self-defense. They lack experience in using rifles, and they only look at the polishing of the surface and the material of the buttstock to distinguish the quality of a long rifle.

The only group that has the opportunity to fully observe the Savior Army and has the ability to judge the quality of weapons is Schmidt and his patrol team.

Clayton thought that Schmidt's anger and lamentation were just the habitual exaggeration of country people, but it also showed his attitude towards the Savior Army.

Realizing that Clayton had seen through his little thoughts, Goatee shrugged, and the loneliness on his face disappeared without a trace: "Well, no one really said that, but I know someone must think so. These words may be a bit exaggerated, but I will not take back my previous judgment. They are definitely not honest people."

Clayton knew that his judgment was correct, but he still said nothing.

These Savior Army members could not stay in Gevoy for a long time, and the same was true for them. At least in this short time together, he hoped not to cause any trouble.

"Let's not talk about these unlucky things," the goatee waved his hand, he tilted his head to see if other passers-by were approaching, then turned back, his eyes flashing with shrewdness: "I noticed that your daughter seemed to be a witch. I saw her chanting a spell the night before yesterday, just when the monster pounced on you."

He fought like a leopard, but now he bowed his head and whispered, acting like a mouse.

Julius suddenly wanted to laugh, but he held it back.

Clayton nodded: "That's right, since you saw it at the time, I think you won't believe it even if I deny it."

"Are you?" The old hunter asked and answered himself: "I don't think you look like it."

"I'm really not."

"It doesn't matter, one of you is fine, I hope you can do me a favor."

"If your request will not put us in danger, then we can indeed provide limited help, but there is a prerequisite-you can't tell this to others, we are just here to do business, and don't want to be famous in other directions." Clayton said.

Mr. Schmidt breathed a sigh of relief and then nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, I understand your concerns. But this is not a trivial matter like making a cow produce milk. It is not convenient for us to talk here. How about you go to my house first?"

Clayton refused: "No, tell me the address and we will come together in a while. If you want my daughter to help, she should also know the details of the incident from you in person."

The goatee looked at him in surprise, attributing this attitude to the fact that wizards' families are different from ordinary people. Otherwise, how can fathers and children discuss it?

"Okay, I live on this street. The one with rabbits and squirrels hanging in front of the eaves is my house."

Clayton looked along his finger and saw that there was indeed a house with many hunting trophies hanging between other houses.

Seeing the look in the antique dealer's eyes, the old man added: "But those meats are poisonous. They are baits for dealing with that leather maker. Don't think about eating them. I have also told others about this."

"I understand."

Clayton wiped his forehead. He was indeed hungry again and was about to ask to buy some raw meat to solve the problem.

They said goodbye, and then he and Julius went to Perrault's house.

Donna had been waiting for them at the attic window, and came downstairs to greet them as soon as she saw them. Perrault was already accustomed to these guests. He and Barbara entertained them in the hall together, and naturally heard some things beyond his cognition.

"Adelaide is gone." Donna said.

Clayton was surprised. The water fairy had just made an agreement with them yesterday, and he did not expect that she would break the agreement so quickly.

"Just when you left, she sent a pigeon to send a message. Father Louis had a communication with her, and the process was not pleasant. She was injured because of it and had to go to the city to rest and recuperate in advance. She could not work for us anymore. But she said that the truth had been delivered, and we didn't have to worry about the jeweler's family anymore."

This reason made it impossible for Clayton to accuse the other party of being untrustworthy. It is understandable that a father who lost his son would do anything unreasonable, not to mention that Adelaide still finished it, which was honest.

He could only shake his head and sigh, "That's really...unfortunate."

Pero frowned as he watched their reactions: "What are you talking about? Didn't Adelaide go to the city a long time ago?"

"The facts may be a little different from this statement, but it doesn't matter anymore."

Clayton's perfunctory attitude aroused Pero's dissatisfaction.

"Seriously, do you have to play guessing games with me?"

The antique dealer shrugged: "Sorry, it's just that this matter is really not that important, and it's also quite long. I really don't think it's necessary to dig into it, but if you go back to Sasha City later, you can visit my house, I will tell you slowly, Barbara should know how to get to my house."

His previous remarks made Pero a little satisfied, but the second half made the old man suspicious again.

Clayton didn't stay at the stubborn old man's house for long, he just came to pick up Donna.

When they got to the street, the girl suddenly jumped up.

"So the ceremony has been successful?"

"Yes." Clayton said.

"You should trust the ability of your elders." Julius said, but the elder he was talking about was not someone else, but himself, so he received another glare.

After Donna glared at the wizard, she whispered to Clayton expectantly: "So what did you gain?"

Clayton also whispered: "I'm better at being a werewolf."

Donna: "."

Realizing that he didn't explain it clearly, Clayton added: "Let's go back to the inn."

The biggest gain from this spell binding ceremony was the combat experience in wolf form and werewolf form. The technical knowledge made him better at sneaking and fighting with claws. There were also some habits developed from the illusion, such as the skill of feeling more information from the wind and the knowledge storage of identifying common herbs in the wild. There were also some improvements in form conversion. Although he couldn't change into wolf form yet, he had a certain understanding. Perhaps after a period of exploration, or another spell binding, he could completely master the use of this form.

As for the change of the body itself, it was not a process that happened overnight. He only knew that he was very hungry now, which was similar to the feeling when he first untied the werewolf form.

His body was craving more energy to complete the transformation. Based on his experience, this process might take a week to a month. If he ate enough, the process would be accelerated.