Chapter 162 Familiar faces

Author: Hao Duanshengyun

Chapter 162 Familiar faces

Werewolfs do not have the same needs as humans as they do, which is not a necessity, but sleep can still make them feel energetic.

When Creton woke up, he felt everything was safe,

However, the sleep last night did not actually meet his original plan, which made him feel a little complicated.

The sleep lasted longer than he had in the past. When he woke up, it had been two hours since the morning bell rang in the town.

He finished washing with the clean water that was always prepared by the hotel, and then notified Pei Lun to prepare breakfast. At this moment, all the local drinkers in the lobby had returned home, and only a few of them were left sitting here.

Juliers woke up a little earlier than him and was already waiting for him at the table.

"So, did you catch the werewolf last night?" Creton sat down in the chair very dignifiedly.

Pei Lun put the tray down on the table, and he took out the food one by one. He was very focused. He responded until the tray was empty, "It's not yet, but at least we dispel the fear in people's hearts. This is

The biggest gain.”

Creton could only nod in silence.

When Pei Lun left, Juliers immediately showed a disgusting expression.

"I think after drinking salted wine, you should know that you can't count on locals. Many of the mystical knowledge circulating among the people are wrong. Just when you were asleep, I asked them, and here I still do this.

Some people actually think that the werewolf’s eyes are red.”

He looked at Creton's yellow eyes and pulled the corner of his mouth disdainfully.

Such a living werewolf has lived in the same room with the locals for several days, and no one can find it with the experience passed down from generation to generation.

After a while, Donna came down from the upper floor, and Creton knew that she had just woken up when she saw her sleepy look.

When she saw him on the stairs, her steps stuttered slightly, her eyebrows lowered, and her nose frowned, as if she had something to say, but she didn't speak immediately. Instead, she accelerated her pace, like a deer, and she was like a little deer.

Jump down from the middle of the stairs.

"Don't jump like this, that's dangerous." Creton shouted to her.

This reminder was not very timely. When he spoke, Donna's boots had already stepped down the last stairs.

However, this reminder is quite novel. The girl raised her eyebrows, and she thought the other party criticized her for not being steady enough like her mother.

"Do you have any questions?" Creton also noticed her expression. He hooked the chain of the pocket watch with his index finger and dragged it out of his clothes. The time displayed on it was enough for them to rest after a meal.

The girl thought about it but still couldn't ask the most important question.

"I saw a bucket of blood in the room"

Creton's face suddenly changed, and he completely forgot about it.

The blood that flowed out of the wound was a lot of trouble to deal with. Yesterday, he planned to do it again at night, but Donna came at that time.

"I caught a wild boar while hunting before." He pointed to Juliers, who shrank his neck and avoided his fingers.

“The pork is in the kitchen, but we have a part of the blood.”

"Then can we eat blood sausage?" Donna asked him.

Creton's breathing became disordered in an instant. He never thought that a temporary fabricated lie would cause him such a big dilemma. If he had the chance, he would definitely be a more honest person.

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why is this?"

"Because I accidentally dropped the charcoal pen in while keeping the books, and there were still a lot of dirty bread crumbs." Creighton made up another lie to make up for it.

"Okay." Donna compromised, but her question was not over yet: "What does that long axe in the room do?"

Creighton could no longer use his previous lies to excuse him, because Donna would have to live in the city later, and the lie "trend" would easily be exposed.

He cleared his throat: "You should know that I am a soldier, and even if I leave the battlefield, the soldier will never allow his body to become weak. Therefore, I usually need such an axe to exercise with it.

”

Donna was silent.

Creton felt that her niece might have noticed the lie, and her eyes seemed to be watching someone talking nonsense.

The lieutenant was unable to see this kind of look, so he had to put on a tougher face to prove that what he said was true.

As for the green-haired bastard who followed his follower, he lay on the table, surrounding his arms below his nose to cover his sarcastic smile, and it was completely impossible to count on him.

This speechless embarrassment continued until the girl spoke again.

"Uncle, does the amulet I gave you last time work?"

Creton's face finally stretched out. He put the straw doll on his belt on the table, indicating that he would cherish the gift.

"I have to say thank you. I haven't had bad luck since I brought it with me."

"If he didn't talk about the two things that he almost got hit by a tree and crushed the railing and fell downstairs, he would be lucky." The witch finally pulled her mouth out of her arms, but she said it was all

Some out of place.

Creighton glared at Juliers, and when he turned back, he saw Donna's questioning eyes, which forced him to tell the truth.

"Well, maybe there are two troubles, but I was in a bad mood before, so that's nothing, it's a part of my life, and I'm not hurt, right?"

"Not hurt, hehe." Juliers made another inconsistent noise.

Although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he also guessed who the bucket of blood that Donna found in the room belonged to.

"Enough, Juliers! I'm not asking you to talk nonsense!" Creton was so fed up with him. He glared at the witch angrily, but when the door of the hotel behind the witch opened

Later, the person who walked in asked him to completely change his expression.

The first to be the brunt is Ian Lazarus, the young detective who is suspected of his brother's death at his hands.

"Mr. Bello, I am sorry for what happened before. To make up for my fault, I invited the couple who knew the gun to come over."

"Mr. Bello! You are here in Rewo too!"

Behind Ian, the wife of the couple also greeted happily.

This action obviously made her husband unhappy. The man in front of him was something he had never seen before, and the financial strength reflected in his age, appearance and clothing made him better.

But Creton no longer cared about his feelings.

"Madam, why are you here?!"

Juliers only noticed two men, and was particularly surprised by the sound of the woman. He pressed his hand on the table and turned his upper body, and indeed found an old guy who he could not see with the eyes of spiritual vision.

Vampire Barbara.

Pei Lun heard the movement outside and walked out and hugged the couple.

"Uncle Perrow, Aunt Barbara."

He turned his head and introduced them to Creton again.

As they saw, forty-year-old Barbara and fifty-year-old Perot were couples, elders of Perot, and both natives, who only returned from the city last month.

Creighton's mood was very complicated.

After all, Barbara has done a lot of risky things under his command, and he hasn't thought about meeting the other party's family.

Pei Lun and Perot, these two names are really similar. He should have thought of the relative relationship these two have long ago.

He felt very embarrassed when he met without any warning.

Barbara held the hand of her husband who looked twenty years older than her, and enthusiastically introduced the gentlemen who only he knew but he didn't know: "Dear, this Mr. Bello is what I said before.

Mr., he is a senior member in that club. And this Mr. Juliers. He is also a "

She thought for a long time and couldn't find a comment that could publicly and politely describe the bastard.

The kick from behind has made her miss it.

Juliers curled his lips, not having the idea of ​​regaining his reputation.

He doesn't think they will have contact in the future.

Creton saved Barbara, he took the initiative to stand up and shook hands with Perot, and his tone was as sincere as possible: "I am Creton Bello, an antique businessman. Your wife's courage and enthusiasm give us

It has brought great help and inspiration, and in our club, her love is well known.”

As the law stipulates, the honor between husband and wife is shared.

Old Perot's face eased, but it was still easy to see that his distrust of the two strange men had not subsided.

"She is Donna Belle, my girl." Creton introduced her niece, and rubbed her hands on her hair.

He used as hints as possible to show that this was his daughter.

There is really nothing to do about this. Single and handsome men are often discriminated against in the social field and are considered fickle and seducing. He sees where Perot's distrust comes from, but if Perot thinks he is

If you have a daughter who is married, then this status disadvantage will be erased.

The girl nodded to the couple in front of her very cooperatively, without exposing him.
To be continued...