Vol 2 Chapter 356: Vengeful father

　　 "Who is it?" Sandro looked dignified, facing the bush, and roared angrily: "Sneaky!"
　　
　　 I saw Sandro clenched his fists, his muscles tightened, and part of his hair was erected, ready to transform into Animagus at any time.
　　
　　 Then, a middle-aged man who looked desperate, slowly got out of the bushes; he was carrying an old double-barreled shotgun in his hand, but the muzzle of the shotgun fell to the ground.
　　
　　 Jon may be the first time he saw such a decadent man in his life
　　
He should be less than forty years old, but half of his hair has become old and gray; the riding boots and pants are covered with dust, as if they have not been changed for several days; what is even more pitiful is his That face, full of wrinkles and exhaustion, may not close his eyes for dozens of hours...
　　
　　 "Who are you?" Sandro's voice couldn't help but feel more sympathetic.
　　
　　 "Joseph Pistor." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice: "The mayor of this small town Gilau...At the same time, he is also a father."
　　
　　 Hearing this voice, Jon couldn't help but slowly turned around and looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man... He asked softly, "Miss Gina Pistor, what is your relationship with..."
　　
"You are standing next to my daughter, standing in front of her tomb..." Tears couldn't stop flowing from the middle-aged man's eyes. He whimpered and said, "Gina...my only child...she hasn't Fifteen years old..."
　　
　　 "I'm sorry." Jon spread his hands.
　　
Mr. Pistor took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the corner of his eye: "You have been in her grave for so long... Do you know the real cause of Gina's death, is it... please? You, gentlemen, tell me...tell the truth to a sad, angry, and vengeful father!"
　　
　　Shandrew looked at Jon suddenly a little bewildered.
　　
　　 "I think I would be happy, sir." Jon replied calmly, "No one will refuse a vengeful father... If you are willing to find a quiet tavern, so much the better."
　　
　　……
　　
　　 is indeed a very quiet pub.
　　
　　 is located on the westernmost side of Gilwu Town. Although it is time for meals, there are almost no customers here.
　　
　　 The owner of the tavern is an elderly lady who seems to be very familiar with Mr. Pistor... Mr. Pistor whispered a few words, and she closed the door of the tavern.
　　
　　Sandrew was still a little worried, and he checked the surroundings carefully.
　　
　　 "If you are still worried, you can go to the sky to watch for us." Jon smiled and said to him.
　　
　　 "That's not necessary." Sandro also smiled, then lowered his voice: "Mr. Patrick, are we really going to tell him..."
　　
　　 "You mean this seems to violate the International Wizarding Secrecy Act?" Jon waved his hand at him: "The rules are used to break, right..."
　　
　　 "...Moreover, I am skeptical about the law enforcement capabilities of the Romanian Ministry of Magic." Jon added.
　　
　　 The communication between the two was very low, at least not heard by the third person present.
　　
　　 Mr. Pistor looked at Jon and Sandro with a look of eagerness, his hands trembling slightly.
　　
　　 "We should..." he said bewildered.
　　
　　 "Tell me what you know first, Mr. Pistor." Jon said calmly, "Everything you know..."
　　
"There have been no wolves around Gilwu Town for 30 years, I can swear... Gina is a sensible child, and she can't go off the road on the way home!" The mayor's expression suddenly became excited. When he got up, he tremblingly said, "Moreover, my daughter is very healthy and has never had any heart disease...The forensic doctors insisted that she died of a heart attack..."
　　
　　 "It was not the wolves that killed Miss Pistor, but the werewolves; the final fatal injury was not an acute heart attack, but a spell." Jon said calmly.
　　
Seeing Mr. Pistor's astonishment, Jon added: "You can treat us as mentally ill, Mr. Pistor, when we just talk nonsense in front of you, then we will leave immediately; You can also..."
　　
　　 "I choose to believe you." Pistor said in a low voice, "Because the forensic doctor gave me the examination results that I cannot accept, I would rather accept some seemingly absurd reasons."
　　
　　 "Very good, wise choice." Jon smiled and nodded.
　　
　　 "Is my daughter killed by a werewolf?" A hint of anger flashed from the corner of the mayor's eyes: "Then your identity..."
　　
　　 "Exorcist, demon hunter or night watchman..." Jon said casually: "It can be roughly understood as such..."
　　
"...The real murderer of your daughter was a werewolf named'Fenrir Greyback'." He added: "He was also one of my goals in this trip... However, he now has Dozens of werewolf companions."
　　
　　 "The spell that bit her and killed her...was the werewolf doing?" Pistor asked with a sullen face.
　　
　　 Jon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
　　
By communicating with Gina Pistor’s ghost, Jon naturally knew the truth about her death... The killing curse that killed her ~EbookFREE.me~ originated from a man named "Remus Lu "Ping" werewolf. However, Gina had already been bitten off her throat and struggled for dozens of minutes. If she remained in the hands of the werewolves, she could not survive and would only suffer even more tragic torture... Lupin killed her directly, but instead Give her a relief.
　　
　　 Therefore, Jon concealed this from Mr. Pistor.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 "Mr. Patrick, what can I do for you?" Mayor Pistor said with a serious face, and the decadence and exhaustion on his face have been wiped out.
　　
　　 "Of course... For example, you can tell me the local rumors about vampires in Transylvania?" Jon lowered his voice and asked.
　　
"Vampires...we always treat them as legends." Mr. Pistor answered honestly: "When I was a child, my grandmother told me a lot of vampires...but I always thought it scared children. ...In the past fifty years, we have never heard of an attack similar to a vampire..."
　　
　　 "Is it in the last fifty years..." Jon murmured.
　　
It’s no wonder that 50 years ago, Senior Tom Riddle slaughtered the vampires of Transylvania up and down in order to gain the friendship of the Skanderbeg family, and even chopped off their leader's head and took it back. ... After that time of vitality, the local vampires must have disappeared a lot.
　　
　　 "So...what about the rumors from fifty years ago?" Jon continued to ask.