Chapter 251 Waiting for Dispatch

Ian heard what he said and frowned visibly, but there was nothing he could do.

"If you don't plan to hurt them, I'm willing to ask them what they think for you."

"Are they doing these things for you?" Clayton asked suddenly.

The new vampire was caught off guard and froze in place.

"I have no idea."

Ian said this from the bottom of his heart, but this displeased the werewolf, who wanted certainty, so he looked at Ian Lazarus' master.

"Barbara, I'll leave this matter to you. Let Ian Lazarus ask them. But let him remember to give clear restrictions before doing things, and don't let him find opportunities to deal with us."

The female vampire nodded and stood up, taking over the task. Perot looked at them silently, unable to say anything.

"That's it," Julius spread his hands and wisely did not say more on this topic, but looked a little disappointed: "I will continue to go to the church to prepare medicine for Mary in a while, and I need Crétitia's help. If you have nothing else, how about escorting us there? Just help carry something. It would be outrageous to ask Barbara or Clara to accompany us."

Cretitia, Donna's wizard name made Clayton feel a little emotional.

Although Donna told them this name, Clayton basically didn't use it to call her. Only Julius would occasionally mention it. It seemed that calling each other's wizarding name was a rule among wizards, or it was Julius alone. habit.

"I have time to do this, but wasn't Louis arrested? Do you have the key to the alchemy room?"

"Yes, he gave me the key early, and I can go in at any time now."

Clayton clicked his tongue, seeming to feel pity for the kind-hearted Louis, but Julius didn't wait for him to change his mind.

After the others finished their lunch, Clayton occupied the table alone and started eating. Before he woke up, Barbara prepared some baked potatoes and fish for him to prevent the werewolf from going insane due to hunger.

This was somewhat considerate, and Clayton felt relieved. He regained the feeling in his dream, forked two pieces of potatoes and gave them to Clara sitting on the carpet.

"Clara, you stay in the attic in the afternoon, and don't let strangers disturb Marietta. Give Miss Seranne whatever she wants from you, but don't let her see what's in your armor."

"Clara understands."

The little devil's figure, which was bolstered by his armor, stood up and staggered upstairs.

In order to make the sound when she moved less hollow, Donna stuffed it with some hay, wool and old clothes. This method was very effective. Now, although there is still sound when armor parts collide, it no longer sounds like an empty shell.

Along with Clara, Clayton also went upstairs to check on Marietta.

Opening the door, Marietta leaned on the rocking chair, covered with a thick blanket. Selanne and Donna were concentrating on feeding her porridge. This was not nutritious food, but it was the only thing that a comatose person could eat.

Sensing his arrival, the prostitute put down what she was doing and nodded to him.

"Mr. Bello."

"I'm just looking around."

Clayton motioned for her to cooperate with Donna and continue to do the unfinished work, while he looked at Marietta's complexion with his eyes.

The postman lady looked like she had been dead for a few days when she was just dragged out of the carriage, but now she is much better, her lips are red, her body is no longer trembling, and her expression has become calmer. When Donna put the spoon into her mouth , she would also swallow subconsciously, as if she might wake up at any time.

It seems that we can start again the day after tomorrow, he estimated.

Clayton told Donna what he was going to do today, and she went out with them after helping her in the attic.

Today, like yesterday, is a snowy day.

After a night, the houses and streets have been dyed white, the north wind is howling like a sob, and the pedestrians on the road are all wrapped in thick clothes, wearing gloves and fluffy hats. There is no smile on his face - but the last one may also be caused by recent events.

Hunters carrying guns gathered in groups on the street, whispering about the search of the compound where the priest hid the dead babies and the desecration of the cross. No one noticed the appearance of Clayton and his party.

In this pale world, everything seems empty, boring, and lacking in specificity.

No one would like this climate except vampires.

When they passed the medicine garden on the side of the church, they could see that some of the bright flowers that were still blooming before were finally covered with frost and wilted heavily.

"Fortunately, the materials we are going to use have been collected two days ago and hung indoors to dry, otherwise everything would be ruined now."

Julius said with lingering fear, while holding the key with one hand to open the locked door, and then pushed in with his shoulder. Donna followed him in, waited for the stove to light a fire, and then washed the grinding bowl. , Clayton came in slowly.

"Close the door quickly, I'm going to die from the cold," Julius said. He shook a pot in his hand, and there was a gurgling sound inside. The potion that Marietta needed had to be mixed with spirits, but there was not much left in the store, so he waved to Donna to go to the cellar to find the stock.

"I'm worried." Clayton closed the door and turned around worriedly: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the road the day after tomorrow may not be easy."

Donna poked her face out of the cellar entrance: "What will our horses do in this weather?"

She was serious enough about the task she entrusted to her, which made Clayton very satisfied.

"I have already told Pero about this. He will take all the horses to the barn with Fraser to take good care of them, light a pot of fire for them, and boil some warm water for them to drink, so that they will not get sick easily."

Donna nodded in understanding.

Everything has been planned, and the sense of orderliness made Clayton regain his working state.

But for some reason, he always felt that there must be something unexpected.

Ian Lazarus returned to his companions again according to the task - his former companions.

He reached out and knocked on the door, and the door opened a crack, and Robin Hood was behind him.

Seeing that it was him, a hint of joy flashed across his face, but then he was instantly full of suspicion: "Why are you knocking on the door?"

Ian didn't know how to explain, so he just stood there silently.

His brother told him that Ace was trustworthy, but others might not be. In fact, they didn't experience much together, and they could remain rational enough in front of Ian. No matter how much Ace trusted him, he would still consider the opinions of other teammates, so he was skeptical about whether he could meet Clayton's expectations.

The door closed, and there was a sound of a chain shaking behind it. It was Robin Hood untying the door chain.

But Ian Lazarus also heard subtle footsteps and the sound of the bolt turning.

When the door was fully opened, Robin Hood turned and walked back. Ace leaned against the wall on the left side of the porch with his hands in his pockets. Kit stood further back. He sat crookedly on the sofa on the right side of the hallway, revealing only half of his body and face.

Both of them smiled, as if welcoming him back to the team, but Ian could feel that their muscles under their clothes were exerting force, their blood flow was accelerating, and their hidden hands were holding weapons, ready to deal with his abnormal behavior.

He was on guard.

Ian smiled bitterly in his heart, followed Robin Hood into the hallway, and sat down side by side on the sofa.

Ace and Kit's bodies turned as he moved, always hiding their hands and weapons at angles that he could not see. They didn't relax their guard until he sat down.

Rabbit Ace exposed both hands and sat opposite him.

"I'll go boil some water." Kit bared his teeth and turned to go into the kitchen.

The kitchen was behind the hallway, behind the sofa where Ian had made it, and it was an area he couldn't see with his eyes.

Now, there was at least one person watching him beside him, opposite him, and behind him.

Ian couldn't suppress his thoughts. If he was still alive, his body would unconsciously tense and his breathing would become rapid, just like when they saw him, but he was dead and all his nerve reflexes didn't exist.

Without these mentally exhausting instincts, he unconsciously put more energy into thinking about how to deal with this situation.

How to kill all those who tried to murder him.

Ian sat on the sofa in silence. Ace looked at him and spoke first: "You said goodbye to us last time, so I think you wouldn't come back if nothing happened. Tell me, what do they want you to do?"

Ace's words interrupted Ian's thinking, and he suddenly woke up.

Clayton and Barbara's attitude of regarding Detective Hook as an opponent also subtly influenced him, and he subconsciously thought that it was time to choose sides, and when he saw their defense, he made the worst plan.

But in fact, the two sides were far from a real hostile relationship, and he shouldn't have such extreme thoughts.

Even if they left the firm, they were still friends.

Thinking of this, Ian changed his mind and showed his usual smile on his face,

"Yes, there are some things."

His smile made everyone else feel relieved.

"What a coincidence, we actually have something to ask you." Robin Hood leaned forward and pointed at his head: "Are you okay here?"

"Ah?"

"Louis has been arrested, and the love potion, hypnotic spell and other things should be solved, right?"

Ian was even more confused: "What? What are you talking about?"

Ace stretched out his arms and stretched: "The last time we met, your attitude and state were not like your usual appearance. We remember that the last thing you did was to investigate the priest, so we guessed that Louis cast an evil spell on you, so we tried to send him in. How do you feel now?"

Ian had to clarify the facts: "Father Louis did not cast any evil spells on me, he just shot me, and when he saw me fainted and fell to the ground, he thought I was dead, so he came back first. Thanks to the help of a local lady, Barbara, the beautiful lady we met together, she took me home to take care of me until I woke up. When I came to say goodbye to you last time, I was still not healed. It seemed that there was a ball of rotten cheese in my head, so..."

The serious injury was not healed, which was a good excuse to explain his physical abnormality.

Detective Hook's training was similar to that of the Blackshirts, all of which were battlefield tricks, and they had extensive experience. Injuries to certain parts of the body would cause abnormal behavior, memory loss, and emotional disorders - the above knowledge was almost common sense to them.

Ace said with an "oh" to show his understanding: "It seems that although the facts are different from our speculation, the priest still deserves the punishment."