Clayton frowned: "But you haven't said the method yet."

"I've already said that the way is to let you deal with Athena, and I will hand over all my preparations to you." Wolf said calmly. "If you are willing to wait, come to me in the dock area in three days.

If you don't want to wait, you can do it now. I have engraved all the collected spellcasting marks into my body. Peel off my skin and put it on me. The witch's magic will have a hard time detecting your location and ordinary people.

It makes no difference. If you use my bones to make a flute, the music you play can release her from mind control. You only need a knife or a gun to kill her."

A minute after it finished speaking, Clayton's breathing was clearly audible in the cemetery.

"I didn't expect this method." He said with some difficulty.

"The ghost said that a bastard with the same idea as me will appear recently. It should be you, right? If not, then I won't have time to find anyone else. There are not many people willing to fight witches. After all, I can't provide much reward-except myself.

But the skin is not enough, but it is a good wolf skin. If you hire a good tanner and tailor and don't waste my skin, there will be some leftover to make a complete outfit. You can keep the head intact.

Hang it on the wall for decoration.”

The wolf distributes his body parts with great joy.

In response, Clayton held his forehead and sighed. It was the first time that he didn't want help from others.

"Do you know where the ghost is now? I want to talk to him."

He changed the subject to prevent the other party from urging him to take action now.

"Come on, he's a ghost." If William still has a human face, it must be full of helplessness. "If a ghost doesn't want to be discovered, then unless you have the ability to cast spells, don't even think about finding him. These bastards will not even be able to find him in the end."

I can't even find myself." The wolf spat.

Clayton didn't tell the truth, but it was better for everyone.

Akzie backed away from the room, leaving Clayton and Detective Hook behind.

"They don't want to take action, and you haven't come yet, so I'll do it for you."

Barbara came over, carrying a piece of blood pudding, which she had just made in the kitchen here.

Clayton was speechless for a while.

Fortunately, Wandering Street Church and the Bronze Horse Hotel were both in the same parish, so the journey was not very far. It took him less than half an hour to return to the room he had booked in the morning.

"Fuck! Why?"

Clayton was amazed at their luck and speed.

Clayton didn't trust him very much, so he warned: "You'd better fix it, because you will still have to use this prop in the end."

He reached into his arms, took out the badge left by the witcher and threw it over.

"This is the death of a ghost."

"Don't ask for anything, I'm just telling you that there is such a thing."

When it comes to being a bastard, the lieutenant is not a spotless guy.

"Clayton Bello has arrived," Volentin told her.

Fulentin opened his eyes suddenly.

No. 15 Xiangyou Street.

"The record is on the chair next to him. By the way, he has been emphasizing that people from the Bureau of Land Management will come to investigate the whereabouts of himself and his companions because they signed a contract. Mr. Bello, can you solve this matter on your own?

?If you want us to help, we will be happy to help.”

Clayton stared at Akzi: "Thank you, Mr. Akzi, but I am used to working alone."

Barbara stopped chewing and immediately became panicked. In her eyes, Clayton was undoubtedly a very picky boss.

"Because you are the only one among us who can use it properly."

Half an hour later, Clayton returned the same way and saw the priest sitting on the roadside stone resting on the path of the cemetery.

"Let's do it again." Clayton stood up.

When he saw Clayton, there was a bit of surprise on his face.

“A pleasure to work with.”

This is the reward they agreed upon beforehand.

"You bastard." Julius cursed, but did not return the things to Clayton.

Clayton said nothing, tightened the collar of his coat and left.

I just arranged the task last night, and I can catch the target today. This cannot be achieved by just relying on great ability.

The lieutenant opened the door, but the scene in the "talking room" was not what he imagined. The person operating the torture device was not Barbara, but Akzi himself.

Julius had to admit that this was indeed an irrefutable truth.

"It's complicated and I want extra pay."

"What's that?!"

Different from what he remembered, it was not Volentin who was sleeping on the couch, but Julius, and there was only Julius in the room.

"Is it difficult?" Clayton asked.

"Cicero?"

He hurried back to see the three "subordinates" Gronje assigned to him. They had little experience in the process of violent operations. If they caused any trouble, they would most likely send him to prison.

The detective gasped and looked at him without saying anything, but nodded laboriously.

"It was seriously injured and I drove it outside the cemetery wall. I don't think it will appear again in the future."

She sat next to Volentin and looked curiously at the renewed noisy "talking room" without raising any questions.

Although he is destined to be unable to sleep, it does not mean that a noisy environment and a quiet environment are the same for him.

When he realized what he meant, Cicero's eyes froze.

This was the first time Clayton knew that a ghost had such troubles.

"That's good, that's good." The divine attendant stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Clayton found the room he used last time here with ease.

Volentin was sleeping against the wall outside the door, and moans could be heard from inside the door.

Only he is still human.

"I want to apologize to you because everything that happened next was not your fault, it was just because I didn't believe Akzi."

"This witcher badge has expired. You have to find a way to get it back to work."

"Have you dealt with William?"

Clayton picked up the record on the chair, flipped through it, and put it down again.

But the werewolf didn't know about this.

"Should I prepare anything?"

He slowly walked up to the detective and knelt down, looking directly into the latter's eyes.

"Of course, of course, I understand."

"We will add your name to the local righteous list. As long as you are a member of our sect, we will not disturb you because of your identity."

He could tell what it was at a glance. Although the witcher's badge was not a high-level rare item, it was also very rare. It took a while of research to find a way to deal with it. The total number of witchers of all schools would not exceed three.

Hundreds of them, placed in the huge Kingdom of Dorne, are like drops of ink falling into the sea. They are truly rare animals.

"We have to go find your father. He gave us this job."

Julius sat up after catching the badge, and his voice became serious: "Damn it, its magic pool is completely empty. You don't want me to recharge it, do you?"

The work of torture is in the past tense. Mr. Owl is not taking action now, but standing leisurely in front of Detective Hook who lowers his head and cannot see the injury, seeming to be admiring the beauty of the painting, or some kind of "ending". He

After hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and saw Clayton. The feathers on his face fluffed up happily, looking round and harmonious.

"We have arrested people, just go to Mr. Akci's place to find them."

He had no compunction about the fact that his dog ate a corpse that the public had asked the church to keep, but it really affected the donations of believers, and Clayton helped them a lot.

Before seeing him, just hearing the sound of the door opening, Julius turned his back to Clayton and spoke.

"What did he say?" Clayton lowered his head and concentrated on putting on the gloves.

"Oh." Barbara breathed a sigh of relief.

boom!

The door opened.

Clayton took off his gloves and stood there with an ugly expression.

"Get ready, there is a task here."
Chapter completed!