Werewolf hunting rules

Creighton heard another side of history, but he was no longer surprised.

That kind of thing is fine no matter what. He just wants to know how to live a stable life now.

Galid was talking about this point: "Nature, yes, nature. Only a small number of dark descendants have the same nature as humans. And although I just said that dark descendants can marry humans, it depends on the situation."

He loved preaching, and Clayton happened to be a good student.

"There are also big differences between dark descendants. In comparison of their relationship with humans, some are like Sioux County ponies versus mountain horses, and some are like the difference between donkeys and horses. This kind of serious alienation between dark descendants and humans Although they can give birth to offspring who are also dark descendants, their offspring will lose their fertility, just like mules."

"Although there is no actual evidence, a considerable number of dark descendants believe that the world shrouded in the dark moon is actually different from the current world. The abnormal appearance on their bodies belongs to themselves in another world, and the changes in their bodies are the process of projecting the other self into this world. .”

"Of course, this is just a guess. Many people don't like heterogeneous identities, so they will try their best to explain the reasons for their transformation." Galid said, turning around and turning the code disk on a safe.

Clayton looked directly at the code disk behind him, trying to write down the code:

"How do dark descendants usually get along with each other?"

"How else can we get along with each other?" Galid looked back at him in surprise: "It's just like people, only the strong have the right to speak."

"Then which ones are considered strong?"

Galid stopped moving his hands and his expression became serious.

Clayton saw the dark descendant Sheriff thinking, and his heart suddenly became excited. His werewolf bloodline made his blood boil when he thought about things related to fighting.

Clearly he is a pacifist.

"This is a controversial question." Galid sighed: "But the answer is actually beyond doubt."

Clayton's forehead wrinkled in concentration.

He thought that the strong ones among the dark descendants were probably the divine warriors among the lowland tribesmen. Those colonial warriors had always been a headache for the defenders, and ordinary people could not hit them with muskets.

".The strongest among dark descendants are mammals."

Galid solemnly declared this fact, but he was a little confused when he saw Clayton's expression.

"What's wrong, do you think it's incredible?"

Clayton felt the blood vessels on his forehead beating, and he covered that side: "No, I just want to know something more specific."

"I see. That's too general. I should explain more details." Galid suddenly realized.

"Among the existing dark descendants, invertebrates have uncharacteristically stronger fighting and survival capabilities than vertebrates, but this type of mutated dark descendants are very rare. In terms of social adaptation, vertebrates are obviously better. Broken down further, mammals have greater advantages than their brethren in other vertebrates.”

"I saw the footprints you left in that area of ​​Mercy Street. You should also be a mammalian dark descendant. This is an identity worth being proud of."

"Because they are warm-blooded animals, they have stronger physical strength and sufficient blood supply to the brain. They will not become weak due to natural seasonal changes. In contrast, dark descendants of amphibians, reptiles, and fish will be more dependent on The environment makes it easier for ordinary people to see through their identity."

That's not the kind of detail I want to hear. Clayton was a little numb. He could only wait for Galid to stop on his own.

After another five minutes, Galid stopped teaching, but his eyes were still shining.

"Sorry, I used to be a biology teacher. Although I was fired from the school in the end, I still can't change some habits."

Clayton moved his lips, but finally said nothing.

Neither students nor colleagues could remember his appearance, so he was expelled as a matter of course.

Galeed opened the safe that was the original target. Inside was a thick stack of forms.

He took out a sheet from the top and handed it to Clayton, along with the pen in his jacket pocket: "This is the household registration form of our local dark descendants in Sasha City. If you fill in your personal information, you will be considered to have joined the Presbyterian Church. .”

Clayton took the form and pen, but had no intention of writing immediately. He looked at the requirements above and found that they were similar to the registration forms issued by the government to citizens. There was no requirement to fill in the blanks for ability or race.

He raised his head and asked Galid: "What will be the consequences if I don't fill it out?"

"There are no consequences at all." Galid took out another filled household registration form and pointed it at him: "This thing is only circulated within the Presbyterian Church. If you plan to live an ordinary life, then there is indeed no Required to fill in."

What he said casually made Clayton pay attention:

“If I fill out this form, how will it impact my life?”

Galid thought for a while and replied: "If the kingdom is preparing for war, then the people from the recruitment office will not come to you, and demobilization has nothing to do with you. If you are already an employee of a government department, as long as the entire department is not abolished, then Being expelled has nothing to do with you. Of course, the Presbyterian Church is not responsible for helping you find a job. You still need to find a way to get a job yourself."

"Isn't this all a good thing?"

The consequences of filling out this form were all good, but Clayton was not very happy about it.

Before this year, he lived as a pure human, and his thinking could not completely transform into another camp.

There was one thing in particular that he couldn't accept - these bastard monsters were so comfortable!

They don't have to go to the battlefield to fight, and they can also do business, open factories and invest in the rear. The richest ones are interviewed in newspapers from time to time. The military equipment suppliers all have their own people making war fortune. There are also preferential treatment in government departments.

Whose fucking country is this? !

His brother died for this country!

"Then do we have corresponding obligations to bear?"

When he asked this question, Clayton even looked forward to it. He expected Galeed to tell him that these dark descendants had abilities and contributions worthy of preferential treatment from the government.

Galid waved his hand: "There is a bit of work, but everyone does not need to do it. It is the obligation of newborns like you to pretend to be ordinary people and not expose your identity in front of the general public."

The church has been promoting their existence, but due to the efforts of the dark descendants, fewer and fewer people believe in it.

Clayton took off the cap of his pen and without any further hesitation, the pen tip left a rustling sound on the paper. After writing, he immediately handed back the household registration form.

He hates this world!

Galid stacked this watch with other people's watches and just knocked the lower end on the table to make the whole stack neat. He stuffed the forms back into the safe and closed the door. He turned around and showed an expectant smile:

"I will send these forms up when I return to the headquarters over the weekend, and then a specialist from the Presbyterian Church may visit you to verify the information. Do you have any other questions you want to ask? I still have time now."

Clayton thought for a while and decided to solve everything in one go.

"Of course, Mr. Galeed, have you heard of the Holy Grail Society?"

Galid's face froze as if he had been cast by petrification magic.

The Holy Grail Society was originally affiliated with the Holy Grail Sect of the White Sect, but now it has been classified as a heretic.

It is an ancient and traditional organization.

According to the teachings of the White Sect, the Heavenly Father Carola makes all things grow and opens up spiritual wisdom by giving his own blood. Therefore, the Holy Grail is regarded as the source of wisdom, and the Holy Grail gold vessel is often used when baptizing newborns.

The ideas of the Holy Grail Society are biased towards the other side of the Holy Grail.

".They believe that although people have gained wisdom, the blood of God also brings the desire of desire. Therefore, even sin is inevitable for the blessing of the Father, and there is no need to avoid it."

"Of course this is a completely wrong understanding."

In the classroom, Joe Mani's godfather, Gilly, a tall, thin man with chestnut hair, knocked on the blackboard with his teaching stick, making a clanging sound that woke up all his students.

Joe was the only one of the group who was awake the entire time.

Seeing the person next to him swell up like a tumbleweed after absorbing enough water, he began to curl up in reverse.

When Father Petty told him that his godfather had been chosen, he didn't expect that he would have so many "classmates."

These classmates were all brats who grew up in the workhouse. They were thin and stupid, wore dirty clothes and dragged their noses around, and were better at stealing than Joe.

If Godfather Gilly hadn't caught them both, Joe might not even have noticed that his belt buckle was missing.

Joe didn't want to touch them at all.

"All evil originates from monsters born in the darkness. They are born against the will of the Father and spread evil thoughts among everyone."

Ji Li turned his back and wrote the scriptures on the blackboard. The sound of chalk rubbing on the board was drowsy.

"Therefore, we need to always be grateful for the kindness of the Heavenly Father and the saints, keep our souls close to the noble ones, purify our beliefs, and get rid of the bad habits that are not beautiful."

Gu——

In the voice of the Geely Godfather talking to himself, Joe Mani heard the sound of hunger.