Chapter 262 Empathy

Clayton had little patience, but fortunately the story was not long, and Julius quickly explained the matter.

As expected, the plan to frame Padre Lewis was hatched by the detectives and the Salvation Army, and the leatherworker's head was given to them by the Salvation Army, but they did not know where Francis got the head.

In exchange, the detectives paid a price.

The leader of this unit, "Rabbit" Ace, has a tattoo of a monster on his back.

It was a strange creature with a horse head and a fish tail.

This is a seahorse, a servant of the sea god Selemeng among the Thirteen Lord Gods of the Dinon people. It pulls the ocean chariot for the god and is said to be the incarnation of the tsunami.

"I thought the tattoo might have a special meaning. But Barbara punched the guy in half and the skin where the tattoo was was damaged, so I wasn't able to get a complete sample. Maybe you saw it on Frances. Got a similar tattoo?" Julius said.

Clayton breathed out heavily: "I don't know, I didn't look carefully."

At that time, he just wanted to stay away from the corpse and had no intention of staying and doing research.

"Okay, but it's not too late. The remaining Salvation Army should know the meaning of that tattoo. If not, there should be similar things on their bodies for me to study."

Julius stopped and thought for a moment, and then reminded: "We must leave a living mouth. I have never seen similar witchcraft, but if the magic imprint can be stripped away as completely as possible, I will It’s possible to find a spell that can resolve it.”

Clayton nodded.

"Then where should we go first?" Julius asked again.

"No, without us. You stay here and watch over Barbara. If she wakes up, you try to find out what happened to her. I'm going to go see the rest of the Salvation Army, and I hope the mayor will let me torture them. "

"I can help." Donna said suddenly, pointing to the armored man in the corner: "If I bring Clara with me, I can use witchcraft to connect their minds and temporarily block their ability to lie."

According to the usual practice, Clayton should have refused, but he remembered what Donna had just said, and finally sighed and agreed to her following.

Even though it was snowing heavily, there were still many people gathering on the streets, and the queues continued all the way to the center of the town, where the square was the busiest. And the color of the torches lit up almost half of the sky. Obviously, the celebration of the Jevo people defeating the Salvation Army is not over yet. This kind of thing is a rare occurrence in a century. Even if the locals make a noise all night, Clayton will not find it strange.

He, Donna, and Clara tried their best to avoid the crowds and walked to remote paths.

Because there were no outsiders around him, Clayton no longer consciously concealed his emotions. Emotions such as difficulty, confusion, and irritability were all surging on his face - not only because he had done something taboo, but also because Donna said it. Something he had said to other family members as well.

This makes him now unsure whether what he did was correct.

Snapped.

Clayton was suddenly patted on the lower back. This place was not very accessible. His slightly stooped back instantly straightened up, and he looked to the side with wide eyes.

Donna slapped again.

Her eyes were kind and her movements were familiar, as if she did it all the time.

This gentle but quirky approach reminded Clayton of his long-dead grandmother, the old woman who would occasionally pat him on the back when he was still short.

Donna was obviously not tall enough. He guessed that she often comforted Tritis in this way, but he was different.

Clayton Bello is the strongest person in the Bello family. He will indeed get into trouble occasionally, but he cannot get depressed because of some small troubles, and of course he will not be reduced to the point of needing comfort from others.

He frowned and gently pushed Donna's hand away.

"I haven't reached the point where I need a child to comfort me. I understand your good intentions, but don't do it."

"Clayton, I understand how you feel. I believe you must feel uncomfortable after losing control." The girl said softly.

Clayton shook his head. He didn't think anyone could feel the same way as him at this moment.

So he stopped and stood with the two girls under the shadow of the trees beside the road, determined to speak clearly.

"Listen, girl, there are some things you can't understand, but you don't need to lie to comfort me, and I don't need others to treat me like this. There's nothing I can't overcome, I just need a little."

"No, Clayton, trust me, I totally understand how you feel."

Donna's eyes were extremely determined at the moment, and she held her head high: "After all, I also bit someone this afternoon."

"ah?!"

"At that time, the man jumped out of the window, turned around and ran along the alley. He ran like a gust of wind and almost succeeded. But I didn't think about anything at the time. I immediately put on my wolf skin and turned into a wolf. I rushed up to him. Bite him down."

As Donna described her exploits, Clayton's eyebrows twitched with increasing frequency.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want his niece to be like him, but the situation was not optimistic.

She hasn't turned into a werewolf yet, but she has already started biting people.

"Donna." He had to interrupt her: "You really know what you are doing, right?"

"I saved everyone."

Donna's affirmative answer silenced Clayton.

"I know that the man I dragged back died at the hands of Julius, and I took half the responsibility. I still seem to have the taste of blood in my mouth, and the feeling of biting raw meat is also very disgusting, but I don't regret it. Please believe me, even so, I believe that I did the right thing."

If she hadn't stopped the man from escaping, he might have informed others, or come back with weapons to retaliate next time.

Donna didn't know what these people were planning, but she knew they were doing something that was not good for them.

As long as the identity of the enemy was clear, she would not have any mercy.

Clayton's face was not in the shadow, and his voice was a little low:

"Very good."

He didn't say anything more.

Back on the road again, they walked a short distance, but saw the person they wanted to see walking towards them.

Mayor Jeffrey.