Werewolf hunting rules

Werewolves, Grail Order, Living Dead, Harpies, Darkspawn, Elders.

The words confused Clayton.

He originally thought that killing all the monitors would make the Holy Grail Order retreat, because they would be afraid of the church and the government, but he did not expect that there was another force entrenched in Sasha City, and the situation was even worse than he thought. complex.

"In Sasha City, the Presbyterian Church and the Sheriff work together to maintain the order of the city. There are also Presbyterian Churches in other cities. While maintaining the order of the city, they will also protect the interests of us aliens."

Galid looked at Clayton with a smile: "The government also knows this."

He casually mentioned the names of several dark descendants whose identities were semi-public. They were all people with considerable social power.

One of them was an equipment supplier for the military that Clayton was familiar with.

The myth of the White Sect is that the main god Corolla created all normal animals and plants in a white light, and those shadows that distort the divine creatures in the corners of the world are classified as dark races, also known as dark descendants. They are born with original sin. .

Regarding these dark races, monkey-faced men, ghouls, vampires, etc. are all frequent guests in bedside stories.

But no one has seen them on the streets in the decades after the night lighting laws were promoted. People gradually began to question their authenticity, and then they were no longer interested in studying their deeds, but told these absurd stories. Beautify it and stuff it into children's fairy tale books.

But they are real, and Clayton discovered the truth the day he turned into a werewolf.

But at that time, he did not expect that under the surface of the ordinary world, they had already established another paradise.

"Elder Groene is discussing with the mayor whether to organize a construction plan to try to solve the problem of canal blockage. It would be great if it succeeds, and then the dock area can become lively again."

Galeed held the dog and sighed with emotion all the way, and until the end, Clayton couldn't find any difference between him and ordinary people.

Galid himself has always maintained a certain degree of confidence.

It was as if he and the creatures he represented were the masters of the city.

"You are very polite. This is not an ordinary thing. Maybe you should quit your job and work as a constable in the Sheriff's Department. Although the general constables are part-time and have no salary, the Presbyterian Church will provide their own people with a weekly salary of 8 pounds. Salary, and, I think we will get along well." Galid suggested in a sincere tone.

A single commoner can live a relatively decent life in this city for a year - within his own class - with only 80 pounds.

The pay for this job is generous.

But under the presbytery, the job of a peace officer may have other components attached to it.

Faced with Galeed's suggestion, Creighton was unsure of what he really meant and was silent for a moment, but still chose to tell him: "My current job salary is three times that amount."

Hearing this reply, Galid coughed lightly: "Forget it, sometimes staying the same is not a bad thing."

I don't know why, but his pace was confused.

After Galeed left, Clayton completed the second half of the journey.

He went to the boulevard to pick up his clothes and remove any traces of them.

After returning home, he put on gloves and cleaned the house with cleaning tools every day. Some unnecessary emotions dissipate with the boring work.

After the labor was over, he sat down on the sofa in the study and wanted to reorganize his secret operations today according to his good habits in the army, but found that he had no memory of Sheriff Galid's appearance at all.

Galid is a man with a dog. Other than that, I have no other impression.

Is he taller or shorter than me?

What color is his hair?

What about age?

Is the bridge of the nose straight or slumped?

What's the smell like? Does he smoke? what brand?

Clayton recalled it carefully twice before confirming that he had not neglected to observe Galid because of his mood at the time, but that he had really forgotten the information.

This is probably the other party's special ability.

He thought again of the monitors sent out by the Holy Grail Society so far.

Those people possess certain darkin traits on the outside, but in reality they are still mortals and have no special abilities.

He saw that "Harpy" looked like a wound that failed to heal after surgery. She was not the real thing. The previous "living dead" would also lose control due to instincts that did not actually exist.

The Order of the Holy Grail appears to have the technology to create fake Darkin.

Clayton looked around, his eyes scanning over the desk, the weapons on the walls, and the lacquered wood bookshelves filled with books.

For the first time in the house he had lived in for four years, he felt uneasy. But it was not him who changed, but the truth hidden in the living environment.

He originally didn't care.

But he was still frightened when he noticed the human face of the "Harpy".

The owner of that face was young, about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was a beautiful girl in her youth.

It reminded him of his niece, Donna Bello.

Because Cuitis didn't want to meet the Bello family anymore, Clayton had never seen his niece, but he would always imagine the appearance of his only blood relative in the world.

If she had inherited her brother's good looks, Donna would have been a beautiful girl.

Among the many faces in Clayton's imagination was one similar to that of the harpy girl. Therefore, he felt superfluous pity, and without even asking for more information, he ended her painful career with one shot, freeing her soul from the deformed and putrid bird body.

He couldn't imagine his relatives being in such a situation.

Thankfully, Banshee only understands Towton, so Clayton is sure she's not Donna.

But this also aroused his sense of crisis.

Galeed was friendly to him, and probably to other darkin as well.

If an ordinary person died at the hands of a dark descendant, Galid would probably help suppress it as long as it didn't attract other people's attention.

Just like tonight, Gailede breezed past Creighton's shooting.

No one knows how many times similar things have happened.

Sasha City has a population of 1.1 million, one-fifth of which is a highly mobile migrant population. Disappearance is the most common thing here, so this number can be guessed a bit larger.

From Clayton's perspective, the city was not peaceful;

If Donna wants to come here to go to school, she doesn't know what will happen to her. It's better to let her continue studying in her original city. Even if she can't continue studying, Clayton's financial resources are enough to support her to live a prosperous life.

He no longer had to ask Charlotte about the girls' school;

Even if Clayton wanted to see his relatives again, he had to write a letter to Cuitis and tell them not to come.

With such tangled feelings, he took out a piece of writing paper and started to write a letter to Cuitisi.

"I want to confess, Father Petit."

Joe Mani knelt in front of the statue with his fingers clasped, and expressed his sorrow to the church leader.

He has taken off his disguise and revealed his true appearance.

Joe was fed up with what happened last night. It was clear that he was only being targeted by the Holy Grail Society, but it was Clayton who was helping him all the time, and the troubles he encountered were becoming more and more bizarre.

From the beginning, the Holy Grail would block the town, and now it sends out legendary monsters.

Everything was like a nightmare.

Joe Mani had no intention of relying on the Holy Grail Society to expand his horizons and knowledge in this area.

Even if it is to prevent the people around him from getting involved, he must try his best to stop the other party.

"My name is not Martin, but Joe Mani. I came here to volunteer a week ago, not because my heart was for our Lord, but for refuge."

The young priest was dressed in black, with a sword-cross symbol strung on a silver chain on his chest. He has bright blond hair and looks a little younger than Joe.

Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows at the rear, leaving mottled patches on their bodies and the ground.

"Relax, my child. Even the unbelievers are protected by the Father." He comforted Joe affectionately: "Vegetables, cows, tobacco... they are not religious, but the warm sunshine will always shine on them."

This metaphor is indeed a bit strange, but Joe Mani needs exactly this kind of attitude from the priest.

"No matter what kind of difficulties you have, you can tell me."

Patty promised that he saw Joe's contribution to the church during this period, so he didn't feel much bad after the other party confessed.

It is also his job to persuade the unbelievers to turn back.

"My Lord have mercy."

Joe lowered his head and pondered his emotions: "I provoked a strange sect during my previous trip to Taunton. They are not a sect that believes in other gods. They also preach the name of Heavenly Father Carolla. I met them At that time, I discovered that this religious group was preaching to the residents in a small town on the border of Taunton."

Although Joe is nervous, he is the kind of person who works to his best ability when he is nervous.

Facing Father Petty, every breath and syllable he spoke was driven by the power from his heart, as smoothly as if he was delivering his own speech.

He wanted to tell the story of the atrocities he saw in Taunton and how he tried to escape.

".They call themselves the Holy Grail Society, and the first prophet of the sect is named Cyril."

The priest's kind expression gradually disappeared, but Joe Mani became increasingly happy in his heart.

He knew this was a sign that the other party cared.

Baijiao is the most tolerant religion and the least intolerant.

These devout clergy can tolerate unbelievers and heretics, but they will never allow heretics of the same sect to appear in front of them.

Several expeditions in history by the Papal Knights of the White Religion were aimed at expelling and killing former believers.