Chapter 237 Redemption

Seeing the young man's attitude, Donna felt a little sorry.

She took the initiative to say hello, but Ian Lazarus ignored her and looked like he was about to die. She had to ask Barbara for help.

"What happened to him?"

She saw Barbara opened her mouth, as if she was going to answer her, but seemed to think of something and paused in panic.

"Sorry, I can't say, I don't think you want to know."

She hurriedly led the young man away.

Donna looked at Barbara's back and suddenly felt a chill, as if something twisted that she had ignored from beginning to end was passing by her like a snake.

"Are we good people?"

She asked herself, and the confidence that she could answer decisively began to waver at this moment.

When the midday sun shone down, Clayton nodded slightly to Priest Louis.

"I think I have to leave for a while."

The priest did not look back and continued to change the dressing for the wounded on the bed.

"I'll take care of her."

The Evangelicals are the largest faction in the White Church. They are different from the "only church". Not only can they not hurt others, but they also have the doctrine that they must help all their kind.

Marie Etta is a human being, and Clayton can safely leave her here.

Even though Louis has broken his oath, Clayton can see that this priest only regards Lawrence's death as an exception or a certain inevitability - so far, Clayton believes that Louis is still pious.

Leaving the church, Clayton straightened his collar and left after finding a way.

He wanted to find a taller building overlooking the street - the kind second only to the church. The church is of course the best choice, but Priest Louis may not want a darkborn to surpass the holy sword cross on the top of the church.

Such a place is not far away. The werewolf quickly climbed to a roof and judged the smell in the wind.

Normally, it would be a bit difficult to find a specific person in a place as big as Gevaux, but Julius had been dealing with medicinal oils from last night to this morning, and the smell on his body was almost the same as that of Marie Etta. Clayton believed that these smells were not so easy to evaporate.

Soon, he got a faint message from the wind.

He jumped off the roof and ran in that direction.

It was a dark alley. He stopped. The smell, the traces of dragging on the ground, and the blood spots on the wall. He realized that there were more than Julius here, and something unpleasant happened between them. But he couldn't smell the people who attacked Julius, because the smell of medicine covered their smell.

The trace was broken.

"Mr. Bello." He heard a surprised shout.

Turning back, it was Barbara and her descendant Ian Lazarus standing at the entrance of the alley.

Barbara was still wearing a plain faded blue dress, while Ian was much more depressed than when they first met. In addition to the hat, he also wore a scarf and gloves to cover his whole body and avoid being exposed to the sun.

Obviously, he was already a vampire.

Clayton didn't feel anything. He asked them directly: "Do you know he's missing?"

Barbara nodded happily: "Yes, Donna told me, she got the news from a robin."

Wonderful magic. Clayton nodded: "Did it see the people who attacked Julius?"

"I only know that there were three people in black clothes, and they also brought a cart."

"Come here and see if you can track the smell of blood."

Vampires are much more sensitive to the smell of blood than werewolves, and Clayton plans to let them try again.

He stepped back, Barbara walked into the alley, and Ian followed closely.

When the detective passed by Clayton, the pair of dead eyes looked at him and asked an incomprehensible question: "Are you all?"

Clayton stared into Ian Lazarus' eyes, convinced that there was no loyalty to his companions.

Barbara's handling method was obviously unreasonable. Ian was not happy about his resurrection, but hated this form of "survival". But Clayton knew that the control of vampires over their descendants was not as simple as persuasion. Perhaps time would change everything.

"Mind your own business, Lazarus. Ask less and do more."

Barbara liked this guy, but according to Clayton's own opinion, he would never let a guy who might have a grudge against him stay around. He could tolerate the other party because Barbara could control his descendants.

Ian did not give up. He seemed to have finally found an opportunity to speak up, and thought he had found the person who really made decisions, so he began to touch some dangerous areas.

"You are from the city, right? I heard there is a council of monsters there, and recently, they have had conflicts with some people. I wonder if they will also feast on the flesh of the defeated, just like me?"

"Your forgetfulness seems to have been cured." Clayton said coldly.

The detective finally became more alert, but this energy was used to confront Clayton.

"I never forget what is really important."

Clayton stopped looking at him and called Barbara to let her take charge.

This exchange looked bad. Barbara looked at them in fear, fearing that the werewolf would tear Ian alive on the spot.

However, this did not happen.

"Discipline him well, you have to find a way to do it." Clayton said to her: "If you can't teach him well, send him far away, or let him do what he didn't finish - commit suicide. "

Barbara immediately became nervous. She held Ian's shoulders and defended Clayton:

"No, he'll be fine, right, Ian?"

Ian didn't answer. He turned away, heartbroken by this shameful deception.

His parents and brother were killed by these monsters that grew in the darkness, and he died at the hands of the priesthood. The people he once thought he could regard as sisters also tarnished his identity as a human being.

He wanted to die, but the obedience to the superiors in his blood forced him to save himself, his property called "descendant".

He couldn't even hate Barbara because his body didn't allow him to have such thoughts.

He has become a slave in a free country.

After Ian was comforted by Barbara, Clayton motioned for them to continue working.

The vampire's ability to identify the smell of blood is indeed well-deserved. They quickly traced the location of the cart along the blood smell. It was placed in front of a three-story house, but it had been emptied out and there were only some traces of blood.

Normally, it should have been disposed of, but the person who took Julius away obviously didn't expect to be found so soon.

Barbara licked her lips: "We found them, what next?"

Clayton noticed her behavior and felt slightly uneasy: "Let's be civilized. Negotiate first and see what they want."

"What if the negotiations fail?"

"Then use your ability to think of a way to stun them or charm them. Let's try not to kill people during the day." The power of the dark descendants will be weakened during the day, and there is no one living nearby. If the locals find out that there is someone here, During a fight, they may not be able to escape.

"I'll do it," Ian said suddenly, his expression looking like a plaster cast for a drawing class.

Clayton narrowed his eyes, took two more sharp breaths, and finally discovered the secret of what he did.

"It was your companions who captured Julius."

He also remembered the smell of Detective Hook, and this should be where they stayed.

The plaster statue was silent for a while and said: "I have been missing for too long. They must be anxious to find me."

"Then go in and bring Julius out intact. You have seen him."

The detective nodded and entered the house alone.

After a while, he came out holding the scarred wizard.

Julius looked like he had at least ten broken bones, and there were bruises and blood on his face. His already thin body could no longer support his own weight, and any gust of wind could make him fall.

The other detectives did not come out to apologize, but Clayton saw that the closed curtains on the second and third floors were opened and someone was observing them through the gaps.

At the same time, he also smelled gun oil.

The detectives in the house still didn't let down their guard. Ian hadn't completely convinced them. They were ready for battle.

Clayton said nothing, he was waiting for someone to express his opinion.

But Julius didn't speak either. He seemed more taciturn than usual. Clayton put his shoulder on his shoulder and let him help him walk. This limp posture didn't look easy.

"I apologize on their behalf," Ian told Clayton, trying to make his eyes richer and more sincere.

Clayton helped Julius slightly forward: "Don't look at me, this is his business."

Ian looked at Julius, but did not get the same response. The wizard just stared at the windows upstairs in the cabin with creepy eyes. But soon, the sixth sense made Julius notice Ian's eyes.

His vicious eyes did not change, and he continued to use them to look at Ian.

Without saying whether to forgive or not, he mentioned another thing.

"Are you their companion?"

Ian nodded silently.

After receiving a positive reply, the viciousness in the wizard's eyes finally faded away. He reluctantly nodded to the house with his chin: "Go and ask them, how did they find me? Who gave them the news."

Ian nodded as he entered the hut again and came out even faster than before.

"They said they ran into you by chance. They planned to separate and look for you, but you bumped into them before they could make a move."

"It seems you are not very lucky." Clayton said pitifully. He felt like the wizard in his hands might have more than ten broken bones, because he was shaking looser than before.

Julius was shaking and vomiting some blood, but he still looked more energetic than Ian Lazarus.

Clayton believed that he would not be devastated by this blow.

really.

"Take me to a quiet place, I want to perform a divination." The wizard said viciously.