Chapter 220: Revenge Night

At noon, the white sun shines on the land, spreading the warm atmosphere on the street.

The warmth does not make Barbara happy, she no longer needs the boundless celestial body. The six-month prayer and communion ceremony failed to change her from the state of death, and she has accepted her identity as a vampire.

Now, cold and darkness are her protectors.

However, as a first-generation vampire, she is not afraid of the sun, and it is still her right to walk freely in the daytime.

Today, under the warning of Clayton Bello, a werewolf gentleman who made friends with the Presbyterian Church, Barbara had to personally bring back Ian Lazarus, the new offspring she created - although this was originally her own responsibility.

But for her own sake, it doesn't matter if this is done later.

Barbara still likes Ian, the child, very much. He is like the brother she once had, and because of this, she subconsciously rejects bringing him back.

If she had just transformed into a vampire in a forest with abundant prey, she wouldn't have to eat so many mice. When she thought of the bald skin and festering tails of those annoying sewer dwellers, the female vampire couldn't help but feel nauseous, as if her nerves had not completely died.

She was thinking wildly, avoiding her husband's sight and going out. Her skin exposed to the sun was as pale as new paper, which attracted some strange looks.

Barbara didn't care about people's curiosity. Her mother was dead, and her father didn't know where he went. The people left here were all people she didn't care about.

Pero thought she could find peace again in the place where she was born, but he was wrong. There was no difference between here and other places for her - she was just dragged here by her husband like a kite. Would a kite miss the workshop that made it?

This might be their last time to celebrate the festival in Gevaux.

Some chaotic sounds echoed in the streets, panicked people ran around in the streets, some onlookers pushed open the windows, and used the high position to observe the situation outside. People gathered to the back for some reason, as if something big had happened, but it had nothing to do with Barbara.

She just subconsciously swallowed for the abundant blood.

Walking out of the town and into the forest, the female vampire located Ian Lazarus's position with her natural perception of descendants.

It was not far from the river bank, a suitable place to get water.

Barbara couldn't help but think of the situation when she transformed. At that time, she was also thirsty. Pero took all his savings to take her to a tavern near her home, and then they created a drinking record that would probably not be surpassed by humans.

The Elders found her through this rumor.

When she thought of this, she wanted to laugh.

She tried to slow down her pace and finally reached the target. Barbara's smile disappeared.

Ian Lazarus closed his eyes and leaned against a big tree like a dead person. Even if there were no leaves on the branches, the shadow was enough to cover him. Next to him was a body that had been drained of blood - a human.

Barbara didn't wonder why there were passers-by here. She only stared at Ian's hands and chest.

A bullet hole appeared on the left chest of the newborn vampire, and he held a gun tightly in his hand.

This situation is clear at a glance.

Ian Lazarus killed a person in his madness after transformation, and then realized that his transformation was so evil, so he committed suicide out of guilt.

Barbara raised her hand to wipe her eyes, because she hadn't drunk blood in the past few days, so no tears flowed.

"I don't know what is more terrible than sleeping forever." She said sadly, but not very sadly, because Ian Lazarus really hadn't entered eternal sleep, even if he shot his heart.

He just fainted.

Vampires will not "die" because of such a small injury.

Although Barbara felt sad for Ian's choice, she had no idea of ​​respecting Ian's decision. This is her offspring, and she certainly has the right to decide her life and death. Barbara happened to think that if there is a choice, it is better for "people" to keep themselves in a state of being able to move and speak.

She looked at the corpse next to her and failed to recognize the other party's identity.

Without any hesitation, Barbara tore a little flesh from it and stuffed it into Ian's mouth, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.

During this process, she remembered the instructions of the respected gentleman Clayton Bellow, who had personally destroyed any traces on the body that might reveal the murderer, and stuffed Ian's upper body into the water, washing the blood before fishing it out. This process reminded her of the process of bathing her first child, and more kindness was aroused in her heart.

But she felt distressed when she thought of the other follow-up work that would follow.

"Ian, Ian, what should I do with you now?"

Barbara thought sadly that if Ian Lazarus woke up, he would definitely choose to commit suicide again. What should she do then?

Donna's animal friends brought back information.

The Saviors had only dispersed twice, but except for the hotel and the place where the grave robbers lived, they had not been to any other place, nor had a long conversation with anyone.

But this was obviously wrong. If they had not found the contact person, how could they know what Schmidt had done before and use the law to attack him?

Therefore, this intelligence was regarded as invalid information by Clayton.

Donna wanted to ask the birds to bring their friends who lived farther away, but she was refused.

Even if she could communicate with animals, those animals would not fully obey her instructions. It was winter now, and all the animals were busy hoarding food and had no time to run errands for her. And the nuts she could promise were too few, and they didn't accept them. Credit.

The effect was unsatisfactory, but Clayton didn't expect her to do anything.

Next, their afternoon tasks were to write letters, settle accounts, and discuss business matters.

The postman who was supposed to come to Gevaux hadn't arrived yet. Clayton thought they might be dead, but decided to write the letter first because it would save time. When he got to the city, he wouldn't have to do these tasks temporarily.

When night came, he played another trick and left his curious niece behind before dinner, and went out alone to do errands.

By about half past ten, his work was finally done.

The three brothers of the Weir family are not really three brothers. They don't all look alike.

And even if they were, Clayton would not let them go because they were the ones who attacked Donna during the day. He lifted the three unconscious men onto his shoulders and walked down the street without hesitation.

He wanted to take these thugs into the forest and listen to the screams before taking action.

No one can humiliate his family and remain unscathed.

Clayton dragged his body, his steps heavy but not slow. The cold winter wind brushed his ears, but it did not dampen his interest at all. He no longer felt cold, and he was still walking happily on the dark streets. If he hadn't been reluctant to break the silence of the night, he might have hummed a few words.

The antique dealer was rarely happy these days in Gevo, but this night was not bad - there was no need to worry about patrols coming on the road, because he suggested that the guards take a good rest tonight. They trusted him, and this trust made him feel good.

Looking at the overall situation, the whole thing was simpler than he expected. He just followed the smell of blood he remembered during the day to find their residence, then walked into the house and gave them a blow at a speed that ordinary people could not react. The matter is basically solved.

They had dogs, but of course dogs wouldn't bark in the presence of werewolves.

It was even following Clayton now, wagging its tail in defense of its new leader.

Clayton walked on this land that accepted him wholeheartedly, as easily as he was walking in his own hunting ground.

It was inconvenient to carry three heavy human bodies on his shoulders, but Clayton still had the physical strength to carry them all the way to the outside of the town, even in his human form.

But what Clayton didn't expect was that just as he was dragging three bodies through an alley, a man in black suddenly bumped into him. All the people Clayton was carrying fell down.

Because the smell of garbage in the alley and the sound of rats digging things covered up the traces of human actions, Clayton didn't notice him first. Likewise, this man backed out of the alley with his back to the alley exit, so he didn't realize there was anyone else here until he bumped into Clayton.

The werewolf should have knocked the man unconscious when he didn't turn around to see him, but he recognized the man who was sneaking around late at night.

Moreover, the fourth human body that landed on the ground made him interested.

"Good evening," the werewolf said brightly.

The only thing worse than committing a crime is bumping into someone after committing the crime, especially in the silence and shadows where you think you are safe.

The person turned around suddenly and whipped his right hand back like a whip. Clayton saw that hand was holding a flintlock pistol, but when the muzzle was about to point at him, it dropped rapidly. It seemed that the person didn't want to do anything to the others, and his actions just now were just instinctive reactions.

"Feel sorry."

He even apologized: "I hope you weren't scared by me."

Padre Louis turned around calmly.

But when he saw the werewolf with three times the results of his own in the moonlight, his expression suddenly became dull. It wasn't until the unconscious thugs groaned unconsciously due to the collision that he regained some of his composure.

Although carrying three unconscious living people around is only slightly better than carrying three dead people, it is still better to carry around.

Seeing that he did not continue to make drastic actions, Clayton couldn't help but pull back the corners of his mouth. After seeing this priest, his mind almost instantly weaved a new plan, a better plan than before. : "Priest Louis, you can rest assured that I have absolutely no problem with a father's revenge. In fact, you and I are doing the same thing."

He looked down at Lawrence, who had a calm face and did not complain about the situation he was lying on the ground. This generosity may have something to do with the clean and excessive cut on his neck.

Padre Louis killed the jeweler.

This was a complete surprise for Clayton.