Chapter 221 The Fuse

Although Louis had a gun in his hand, Lawrence's fatal wound was the knife wound on his neck.

Clayton had no direct hatred with the old jeweler, but the other's son Danny indirectly caused him a lot of trouble. The reason why he got into trouble in Gevo was that Danny's stupidity caused 70% of the responsibility. Clayton believed that Lawrence, as a father, had direct responsibility.

Clayton would not take the initiative to kill Lawrence, but if someone killed this old guy, he would not say anything.

However, Father Louis was indifferent to the sympathy he expressed, and his eyes became dangerous, but for some reason he did not raise the gun again.

"Mr. Bello, how did you know about me?" He did not ask who the other three people were.

"The girl in the river told me." Clayton smiled kindly in the night, then bent down and carried the three bodies again: "Danny is the one I gave her, you don't have to look for him again. Compared with his choice, what we did is not evil."

He said it well, but Louis' eyes did not soften because of his words.

"But Lawrence didn't do anything wrong. I know that."

"Then why did you kill him?"

The priest shook his head and didn't answer Clayton.

After killing someone, he didn't feel any regret or satisfaction, and he wasn't sure what he was doing.

The priest didn't seem to think he was doing the right thing, so the lieutenant had to change his tone: "I believe you must have a deeper reason, but since you don't want to say it, forget it. What do you plan to do with Lawrence's body now?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Louis said lightly. "What about you?"

He was calmer now.

Clayton sighed, walked a few steps into the alley, and sighed: "I wanted to send them to the forest, but there are still many things to do before they can be a little bit sad. Being a parent is so hard. When the children are safe, we have to think about their future lives. If they are unfortunately harmed, we have to shoulder the responsibility of revenge."

The priest's face finally fluctuated.

"Is your daughter dead too?"

Clayton coughed, and the sad voice was temporarily interrupted.

"No, she's still alive, but there are some things that can't be done by a child. She's too young, and even if she's offended, she'll be soft-hearted and pretend nothing happened. This is something that needs an elder to do for her."

"So that's why they're here."

The priest looked at the werewolf captives. Although it was dim, he could recognize these people by the familiar outline. "Huh, the three brothers of the Weir family, these three bachelors always get together to make trouble. Even when their elders are around, they can't get them to calm down."

"Now we all know each other's secrets."

Clayton's yellow eyes were shining: "What are you going to do next? Hide the body, and then pretend nothing happened and continue to serve in the church?"

Louis stared into his eyes and shook his head.

"Stranger, your eyes told me what you are. We just need to be well, just like before, and don't bother each other. I won't tell anyone about this matter. But please don't do anything unnecessary, including killing people."

He had done similar concealment once for Adelaide, and it was no longer a taboo.

The priest gave in, but Clayton's purpose was not just that. He had to get straight to the point and stopped the priest who was about to leave.

"Priest, what do you think of Mr. Ravenlare?"

"I just met him for the first time today."

"He is from the Doomsday Seekers."

Clayton had never heard of this organization when he was still an ordinary person, but Julius thought it was a problem that everyone needed to worry about together, and from the priest's expression, it did have such a reputation.

Even if all hope had been given up, Louis still had a responsibility that he had to stick to.

He stared at Clayton and asked again: "Are you sure he is?"

Clayton narrowed his eyes and looked around the priest to the other end of the alley. No one came there, so the cold wind blew continuously in the alley.

"If you want to talk to me about this, maybe we should go to a relatively safe place to talk."

The safest place in town is the church. The second safest place is the cemetery behind the church and the medicine garden on the side.

They threw the unconscious people and corpses into a newly opened tomb with a marble hall-shaped structure. When the door was opened, there was a stairway leading to the lower tomb. There were iron rings on the wall inside for inserting torches.

This was a luxurious tomb prepared for some famous local families.

As long as the door was closed, it was absolutely safe here even in the daytime.

"Show your evidence." After moving the corpse all the way here, the two could finally stop. Louis used a match to light the torch that was originally hanging on the wall. There was a little fatigue in his voice. Even though he awakened the ability to use miracles, his physical fitness did not improve much.

Under the firelight, their shadows were projected into two empty sarcophagi, which seemed to be an ominous sign.

They all noticed this, but didn't care.

Clayton turned his head back and said directly: "The reason is very simple - I have seen him. His real name is Francis. He was a soldier in Sasha City, but he defected for some reason. He and everyone under him were on the wanted list. Recently, he was found by the Doomsday Seekers and worked for them. They also have a contact person locally, but I didn't find any traces of their contact. The leatherworker is likely controlled by him."

"I overheard the second half of the information from them." He pointed to his ear and added. "I believe this is not wrong."

This is actually what Julius heard, but it doesn't matter to the priest.

Louis leaned against the wall in silence for a long time before he spoke again: "Controlling leatherworkers, members of the Doomsday Seekers sect do have this ability, but have you really met Ravenlai? Why didn't he recognize you during the day?"

"That's because my beard disappeared."

Clayton said frankly. "Tall people with black hair are not particularly rare." If you don't look at the face shape, the Fomorians and the Mansis do have many similarities.

The priest looked at the werewolf's face, recalled the king's beard that almost occupied half of his face, and nodded silently.

This reason is very sufficient.

Clayton continued: "I didn't mention this matter during the day because I didn't have actual evidence at the time. I couldn't bring him down by accusing him rashly, and it would only make these gunmen more vigilant. They have made full preparations to cover up their identities. I know that you have a postman coming to deliver letters and newspapers, including new wanted notices, in the middle of the month. But something went wrong this month. I don't think you would think it was just an accident."

"So what do you want me to do?" Priest Louis asked back, but he didn't actually give Clayton time to explain, but continued to speak.

"To be honest, the mayor and we all think they are threatening, but our force is not enough to expel or eliminate them directly, and there are still some people who are unwilling to do illegal things, even if they see old Schmidt being tortured. They refuse to clash with these gunmen. There are very few people who dare to fight with the gunmen and have received shooting training at the same time, so any frontal attack plan that will result in a large number of casualties has been rejected."

The situation is bad, but Clayton had thought of this before.

Those veteran hunters who were determined and willing to fight for Schmidt had been led away by the Salvation Army on horses, and the remaining patrol members had almost no reason to fight.

"You can use tactics." He said. "For example, poisoning."

Father Louis shook his head and said, "It is impossible to poison food and water. Some people have tried it, but they asked the servants sent by the mayor to guard them to eat it first, otherwise they would use this as an excuse to start a war. And right now, they have also assigned people to stand guard near the barn, and our actions cannot be hidden from them."

"You have all tried it."

Clayton couldn't help but feel happy. It seemed that even if he didn't incite the locals, they were going to take action.

"So you only lack a reason and extra help now."

The priest continued in a low voice: "There is also a chance, and a little luck-we need not be disturbed by the leatherworker when we fight."

"Then your luck is enough." The antique dealer pointed at himself. "I killed it myself. If you need a reason to unite everyone to take action, I can help you create one."

He kicked the people on the ground, and they were all motionless as if they were dead.

"Now is the time to use them."

"What are you going to do?"

"You may have noticed that there are fewer gunmen, because they are going to carry out their missions - such as leading away Schmidt's apprentices and intercepting the postman. Maybe no one has noticed this before, but with your reputation, I think no one will doubt it if I say it."

Clayton coughed lightly: "I have a gun of the same model as theirs. I will come back to you with it in a few hours, and then we will choose a place to kill these people and leave the gun there. When many people are alarmed by the gunshots and come here to check, you pretend to arrive, take this gun and the patrol members to confront them. They can't prove their innocence, and it is impossible for them to get the news earlier than you. Their condition must be worse than usual. And when you fight, I will help you in a special way."

In this way, no one will doubt the cause of death of Lawrence and the three brothers of Weir, and those who were originally hesitant in the patrol will also make up their minds to fight those outsiders.

All the missing parts have been made up, but Louis's brows are tightened instead.

"Then what is your purpose? No one would do something without a reason."

The eyes of a wolf are different from those of a human, but Priest Louis is sure that he saw a very hot emotion in them, specifically anger.

"Priest, do I need to remind you? That leatherworker tried to attack my daughter, and it was controlled by the Doom Seekers. It is only natural to make them unhappy!"