Chapter 231 Buy One Get One Free

A few minutes later, the carriage stopped at the place where they originally lived and camped. The others were eating. Seeing Clayton driving a carriage back here, they stood up excitedly.

With a carriage, they didn't have to walk back to the city. As for who the carriage originally belonged to, they didn't care about it for a while.

Clayton stopped the carriage slowly, then sat in the carriage and gave orders.

"Julius, Miss Mary Etta is in the carriage. She is injured and needs your medical treatment now."

Julius raised his eyebrows and quickly began to prepare medicine and tools on the spot.

"Miss Seranie, please help us too. We need to carry the wounded out."

Seranie didn't expect that she would be called. She put down the bowl and stood up to help Julius without caring about the food on the corner of her mouth.

"Mrs. Barbara"

Barbara, who had become active after smelling the blood, straightened her back and listened to his instructions.

". Please go back to your tent for the time being." Clayton didn't want a blood-deficient vampire to get close to the wounded.

Barbara showed a very sad expression, but it was useless. Pero patted his wife's back gently, and after accompanying her inside, he lowered the curtain to completely block the vampire's view from the outside.

After cleaning the site, Mary Etta was transferred out of the carriage.

After creating multiple heat sources around the wounded and sending irrelevant people back to the tent, Julius finally undressed the wounded and checked the wound.

The flesh on the edge of the gunshot wound was raised, emitting a faint odor, but there was no pus and no further bleeding.

"Who treated the wound?" he asked.

Clayton looked back and found that Donna was still hiding in the carriage, so he didn't speak.

"This technique is barely okay, it looks a bit professional."

Julius didn't say more about this. He poked his fingers on the woman's bloody belly, his face full of disgust: "Her liver is damaged. The bullet made a hole in it. I have a way to further clean the wound, but I can't stop it from getting worse."

"As long as she is alive, I believe Gayleed will have a way to deal with the rest."

The wizard knew what Clayton was thinking: "Let me be frank. If you take her on the road like this, she will die. The herbs I have are not enough to maintain her condition for a week. To be precise, it will only take three days at most."

Clayton felt very sorry. He felt that Mary was a young person with a promising future and should not have such an end.

"Is there no better way?"

"Do you have scarab powder?" Julius asked back. "Or the skin of a white snake over four feet long?"

Clayton certainly wouldn't carry these strange things with him. He shook his head silently.

Julius could have anticipated this situation. He spread his hands, and the flames crackled around his and Mary's bodies. "Then I can't do anything unless there is a more professional alchemy workbench and a sufficient amount of medicinal materials. But there is no place nearby, right?" In front of him, the lieutenant's face looked uncertain in the firelight. "Wait, it's not true, is it?" "There should be such an alchemy table in the church in the town of Gevaux, and there is also a medicine garden next to it, with many kinds of herbs planted." Julius was silent. At the end, Clayton was silent. This means that if they want to save Marie Etta, they must return to Gevaux. What should he say to others? "If she is transformed into a vampire or a werewolf, will this make her recover?" He still didn't give up. Julius covered Mary's body with a blanket, and heard Clayton's last trick, and couldn't help but smile frivolously. "Of course you can, but the werewolf transformation ritual is not guaranteed to succeed. It has a high mortality rate. Otherwise, why do people call it wolfsbane?"

"Then can Barbara..."

"She has given blood to that stupid detective twice in a short period of time. That is the loss of source blood, which cannot be compensated by the blood of lower animals. I believe you can see that she is very weak now. If she does it again, she might lose control and go crazy. Who will we find to save her then?"

Clayton Bellow could not think of any other way. He walked around the fire twice in silence and came to a conclusion.

"It seems that we can only go back."

"We can only go back." Julius nodded in sympathy.

No one wants to waste their efforts, but at this point, Clayton can't go back no matter how reluctant he is, but he still has the right to complain.

He looked at Julius gloomily: "Do you think my fortune has really recovered? This incident should also be classified as misfortune, right? But during the last meeting with Adelaide, I did feel relieved in my soul. Could it be that someone played a trick and made me have an illusion?"

Clayton didn't believe that he would be fooled by such a young girl.

Perhaps there was external intervention.

Julius bowed slightly to him, as a compensation for the sarcastic smile before.

"If you need, I will do another divination, but I'm afraid I can't do it tonight. I have to concentrate on dealing with the wounded."

"Okay."

Clayton nodded thoughtfully.

He glanced around, loudly notified others to come out, and then announced his new decision to those hopeful faces.

"The herbs and tools needed for Ms. Aita's injury are all in the town. If we delay any longer, her wound may worsen. So we have a night's rest today and will return to Gevo tomorrow."

This decision is obviously unpleasant, but it is not unacceptable, and I am even relieved about it.

Everyone noticed the four horses pulling the carriage. If they could get the help of these four-legged animal friends, then their return to Sasha City would be easier than originally planned, and it would not matter if they stayed in Gevo for a while longer. .

The campfire was still burning, but the mood was completely different.

This result was better than Clayton imagined. He walked to the carriage and unhooked the horses, gave them water and a few eggs to supplement their nutrition.

When he returned to the campfire, he scooped some food for himself like everyone else, but soon he realized that a person who was supposed to be sitting next to him was missing. He looked back, and the half of her green skirt exposed outside the carriage revealed where she was going.

He put down his bowl and shouted.

"Get out of the carriage quickly, don't wait for the food to get cold before you eat it!"

Donna's careless voice came from the carriage.

"Soon, wait for me!"

Her response suddenly turned into a scream. Clayton immediately stood up and watched her jump out of the car in panic and look behind her. At the same time, there was a clanging sound in the car that didn't sound like anything. The sound that newspapers and letters make.

"What is this...?" Donna, the only one who could see clearly inside the carriage, opened her mouth wider and wider.

Clayton rushed over, and then his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

The pile of newspapers was overturned, and a girl wearing armor crawled out from the front. Her blond hair and blue eyes were very eye-catching.

It can be seen that she is very unfamiliar with this set of armor, so her movements are particularly clumsy, and her expression seems to be distressed by this. However, when she saw Clayton, her young face suddenly became a little stronger.

"Clara knows there is food, Clara will be here soon."

Seeing her, Clayton made a huffing sound in his throat unconsciously. He pointed at the girl with one hand and backed away covering his heart with one hand.

The werewolf hadn't felt the pressure on his heart for a long time. The girl in front of him was more terrifying and shocking than a hundred Salvation Army appearing here.

Clara, another guy he adopted, was just a human head, but now she appeared here wearing armor and disguised as a human.

Damn it, was every child in his custody going to disobey orders and leave the house to find him?

Didn't he leave enough food for Clara in the study for a month? Even if there were some riots in the city, it had nothing to do with a human head soaked in a fish tank. Why would she risk going out?

What makes Clayton even more puzzled is, how could she come here in Marietta's car?

They have never met!

"Is she the devil?" Donna was the first to wake up, and she was alerted to find that the girl called out Clayton's name. And the aura on the other person's body has already made her recognize it, that is the devil in the study that she is not allowed to enter.

The strong smell of ink obscured her senses, and she should have noticed it earlier.

Glaring at Clara, Donna secretly tightened the snake belt that could be activated. Demons were invisible, but once they had a carrier, the poison could also make them weak.

Clayton took a few breaths and barely recovered. He glared at Clara fiercely, and then looked at Donna in frustration.

"We'll talk after dinner later. I'll tell you completely."

Donna was shocked: "Are we going to have dinner with her?"

Clara didn't react to her target, but looked back and forth between her uncle and nephew with curious eyes, as if she was guessing about their identical hair color and eyes.

"Where's the food?"

"Wait a minute, I'm talking to her, Donna. All you have to do is be obedient. I promise to tell you about her, so don't get to the bottom of it now." Clayton shook his head and glanced at the campfire behind them. The others Everyone is already looking here.

Donna also looked at them and stamped her foot angrily.

"Okay, okay, I will do it!"

They returned to the campfire together, and sure enough, everyone was surprised that they pulled out a large living person wearing armor from the carriage.

Julius had seen Clara before, but this time she was so different that he almost didn’t recognize her. He looked at her several times before asking uncertainly:

"head?"

Clayton nodded subtly.

"Who is this lady?" Perot asked doubtfully, not understanding the conversation between them.

This girl seemed to be taller than him, maybe even stronger. It was hard to imagine the purpose for which she wore a pair of shiny plate armor on her body.

However, compared to her body, her head seems a bit small and not in proportion.

Clayton said casually: "This is Clara, she is my niece, and she came here with Miss Etta. This armor is" he glanced at Clara and said helplessly: "her hobbies."

Perrault and Selanne both nodded reluctantly, and Winston had a look of self-doubt. He had never noticed the presence of another person in the carriage along the way. Barbara, on the other hand, looked at the armor below Clara's head in surprise, but said nothing.

Behind Clayton, Donna glared at Clara from behind with an intensity that seemed like she would never close her eyes. Julius, the only one who saw this look, decided to keep it a secret for her.

Barbara added more ingredients and water to the pot—for the three extra mouths.

Clayton passed the bowl to Clara in frustration, but she did not reach out to take it.

Clara looked at the bowl with joy in her eyes,

and the next moment, she smashed her face into it without hesitation.

The boiling soup splashed everywhere, and Clayton closed his eyes in pain.

The dinner ended in a sad and angry atmosphere.