Chapter 250 Waste of Food

When the werewolf returned to the house again, the sky had turned pale and the vampire was sitting in the hall.

On the old sofa, a female body wrapped in a white petticoat exuded a chill. She just sat stiffly, beautiful but cold, as if she had been dead for a long time, but the green light like a will-o'-the-wisp was still swaying in her eyes.

This was an unusual situation. In Clayton's memory, even if the vampire couldn't sleep anymore, he would usually pretend to stay in the bedroom with his husband.

Barbara rolled her neck like a rusty bearing, and looked at the werewolf with a trace of blood.

Clayton didn't like the look.

There was some hot sweat hanging on the werewolf's body, and the smell of living things could barely be concealed.

"I feel thirsty. The blood of cows and sheep is of no use to me." Her voice was extremely dry and she read every word extremely slowly. "Their effect is too small, they must use human blood."

Clayton stared at her blankly, then strode upstairs without making any noise. Then Donna's confused questions and Julius' complaints came from upstairs. After a while, he relaxed. Come down.

Barbara opened her mouth and blew out a gust of low-temperature wind, as if she hadn't noticed his move.

"What about you? Why did you go out after others went to bed? Is there anyone else who needs to be dealt with?"

She was not curious about this kind of thing, and she was just asking at this moment so that she would not have to think about anything and could fully experience the feeling of hunger.

"I went to measure how far I could go from Gevaux," Creighton said.

He turned into a werewolf and ran with all his strength, trying to test the limit of how far he could leave Jevo, waiting for something to appear and stop him, but until he saw the steam shadow floating upward in Sasha City from a distance, nothing happened. Did not happen.

But he did not give up his doubts, because perhaps this experiment was also calculated by those mysterious magics. After all, he still planned to come back instead of leaving forever.

They wouldn't really leave until Julius had all the medicine Marietta needed.

Seeing the vampire's helpless appearance, Clayton thought silently for a moment before deciding to tell her: "Julius and I killed three Salvation Army soldiers by the swamp in the afternoon. They may have been buried around the camp by their companions, or they were still there. Buried in the swamp, if you're really hungry."

A gust of wind blew past him, and before he put down his hand, Barbara's figure had disappeared, leaving only an open door and the cold wind blowing inside.

The long run made the werewolf feel tired. He slowly sat down on the sofa, then lay down, resting his head on the soft armrest and slowly closed his eyes.

Sleep was pleasant. Clayton had not dreamed for a long time, but this time he vaguely dreamed of something.

It was a beautiful dream. He seemed to be in the spring forest and transformed into a wolf. The breeze blew the wolf's hair. He completely forgot everything about human society and chased each other with the flying dandelions. The next moment, he seemed to transform into the night again. The floating clouds and the bright full moon are engraved on the horizon, accompanying him in the eternal night.

But this experience was as fast as the blink of an eye. When he woke up, he had almost no sense of reality of sleep, but felt light and airy all over.

The memory of those dreams faded quickly, leaving only a moment of recollection in his heart.

The sunlight streaming in from the window was so dazzling, and there was also the sound of knives and forks hitting the plates and the smell of several kinds of food.

Clayton turned over and sat up and saw everyone else sitting around the table eating, including Clara and Ian Lazarus. Barbara was also there, looking much better than he looked before going to bed.

He covered his forehead: "How long have I slept?"

"Six or seven hours." Julius stared at him dissatisfied, one hand hanging on his chest, and the fork held in the other hand stabbed hard on the boiled eggs: "It is already noon. Yes, your slurping is louder than the hot soup."

He looked irritated, and it was obvious that the werewolf's snoring wasn't the only thing irritating him, but he just found a way to vent his anger.

Clayton noticed that he would look at Barbara from the corner of his eye from time to time, and the latter turned her head away in embarrassment after noticing these looks.

"What happened while I was asleep?"

Julius looked at him and repeated his words in a mocking tone.

"What happened? Why didn't you ask her?" The wizard looked directly at Barbara this time, not hiding his anger.

Barbara looked at him almost pleadingly, while Perot sighed beside her, with a painful expression on his face but did not look here.

Donna put the knife and fork aside and filled a bowl of soup. She couldn't tell what it was like: "I'll deliver it to Miss Aita." After she finished speaking, she went upstairs.

Ian and Clara remained aloof from the incident. One held her chin in trance, while the other kept eating.

Julius ignored them, as if he was the only one who cared about this matter. He banged his fork on the table: "What's going on?! Can't you eat it clean?! Leave such a big thing behind and have it all taken away by others?" Let’s go! They used it against us twice!”

After glaring at the female vampire, he turned to look at Clayton's face and roared: "Twice!"

He had to hear someone yelling as soon as he woke up, and Clayton's good mood from his sleep was gone.

"Julius, I ask you to repeat what happened completely." The werewolf said, biting the words, and then dragged a plate of food in front of him.

However, at this moment, the guard sent by the mayor to look after them broke in outside the door. It was obviously Julius's voice that alerted him. He held his gun and looked at them: "Is there any trouble?"

The wizard turned around in his chair and gave the country bumpkin in his eyes a sincere and apologetic smile.

"It's okay, it's just a small problem, don't worry."

The others didn't want to make a big deal out and nodded in agreement.

The guard was sent away by them, but his arrival made Julius calm down a little. He lowered his voice, but his eyes were as fierce as before: "Priest Louis was arrested, and those Hook detectives reported him for holding a Black Mass also produced evidence - a cross that had pierced the dead baby, and that cross was confirmed to be his. The Salvation Army provided several corpses with tragic death looks and full of tear marks, which proved that it was still his. There's a monster raging."

Barbara was too ashamed to say a word, and Clayton scoffed at the first part of the statement.

"This is slander."

Louis can only think about resurrecting his son now, and nothing else. It is common knowledge among civilians that Black Mass does not have the power to resurrect people from the dead.

Only God can raise people from the dead.

Julius's anger did not lessen at all: "The problem is that now everyone suspects that he created the Leatherworker, and no one knows that Sevan is dead."

"How could they have such delusions?" The werewolf was puzzled.

"Because Detective Hook provided the leatherworker's head. Yes, it was the leftovers you ate. I don't know why it got into their hands. Those detectives lied about it and claimed it was their trophy. They also found it on the altar of the Black Mass. Bian found Priest Louis' personal belongings. Now everyone knows that the leatherworker is dead, and they think that Louis has created some other monster to harm the town. "

At this point, the wizard sneered.

The priest works in the church during the day and lives alone. It is easy for others to come to his house to take anything.

"Why doesn't Padre Lewis defend himself? I think he has a lot of credibility with the local people."

"Who knows, he looks crazy, as if he wants to die quickly. Some people associate his performance with the death of the leatherworker, thinking that he is mourning for the monster." Julius gritted his teeth , returning to the original topic again: "Why don't you dispose of the prey and burn it to ashes with fire? How simple! Do you have to bury them completely?!"

Clayton shook his head: "It's a pity that this happened, but burning it is really not possible. The smoke is very strong, and it can't burn large bones. Burning the body will only make people notice the body quickly, and it can be seen at a glance See it's murder. "The beast doesn't know how to use fire.

The wizard changed his words: "Then throw the body parts into the river."

"It won't work." Perrault said something unexpectedly fair. He looked depressed but insisted on finishing the sentence: "If the bodies are broken into small pieces, the fish will push them ashore."

Fish will eat the carcasses, and those that are not big enough to swallow the pieces of flesh will still keep pushing against the pieces of flesh and blood until they are pushed to the shore.

Julius was choked by this unexpected person and had nothing to say.

He was silent for a moment angrily, and then spoke again: "So, do you think it was inevitable that those corpses would be discovered? I bet those two doomsday seekers used the ritual of the God Reaver to discover that the leatherworker was dead. , if you have burned a corpse, at least they can't draw power from that corpse."

Clayton wanted to end this topic from the bottom of his heart: "No one would have thought of such a thing. Didn't you think so too at the beginning?"

The werewolves don't care about Louis' outcome. Although the other party helped them a lot, this priest killed Ian Lazarus after all. The latter's resurrection does not mean that his crime can be erased, even if he is sentenced to death by the locals. It is also a matter of course.

Besides, he himself has no intention to resist, right?

The relationship between Clayton and Louis is not so good that he wants to rob prison for each other.

They will leave soon without causing any further trouble.

"It's a pity. I originally planned to ask Louis to check the things in the swamp for us, but it's too late to say anything now."

Clayton thought so, but Julius had something else to say.

"We have to find a way to talk to him, or find out the purpose of the person who framed him. These Hook detectives must have been ordered by the doomsday seekers to do this, otherwise they would not be able to get the leatherworker's head. There must be others among them What conspiracy, maybe we should find out what agreement they have.”

Clayton didn't care.

"Let this matter be a headache for the mayor. Anyway, Lazarus is with us now. I think they have a good relationship. If there is any problem, we can ask him to stop them."

"Lazarus, what do you say?" He turned to Ian Lazarus.