Werewolf hunting rules

Three days ago.

In front of Galeed, Clayton did not reveal that the Holy Grail was attracted to the country by Joe Mani.

He could not completely trust the Presbyterian Church, and subconsciously he still regarded himself as a human being.

Subconsciously, he felt that it would be better to keep things important to the Holy Grail Society in the church.

Joe volunteers at St. Mellon Parish Church and must be looking for a way to help himself.

Clayton made an excuse, claiming that he knew about the Holy Grail Society from his acquaintances serving in the army, because they caused a cult tragedy in the border area, and what they did sounded like what the legendary Darkin and Necromancer would do. thing.

It has been almost three months since Joe Mani revealed the matter to the border guards. It is reasonable for this matter to be conveyed to Sasha City.

Fortunately, the Presbyterian Church did not take kindly to the Grail Order.

"That's a bunch of stubborn old guys,"

This is the evaluation given by Galeed. He also explained to Clayton,

The Order of the Holy Grail once belonged to a branch of the White Sect. The founder of the sect, Cyril, was labeled a heretic by the French King's Chamber because his understanding of doctrine was different from that of the Pope, and he was expelled from the Papal State of Faliemas.

The concept is that light and darkness are one, and dark descendants are also creations of the Heavenly Father. They share the glory with natural creatures.

After being expelled from the country, the Holy Grail Society, which had such teachings, began to actively preach to the dark descendants, and also gathered many believers. In just a few years, it seemed to have the momentum to compete with the King's Hall.

Then the Papal State Fali Yemas took the initiative to disband the Inquisition, and the relationship between humans and dark descendants began to heat up.

The existence of the Holy Grail Society was supported by the leaders of the dark descendants as the opposition to the white religion's orthodoxy, and was used as a countermeasure. And now that the orthodox Papal States has made a request to sign a peace agreement, the meaning of the Holy Grail Society's existence is gone.

No one cares about the difference in doctrine anymore. After all, most dark descendants have different natures, and they often fight and fight with each other. In the most serious cases, some races will devour each other.

Once external pressure is lost, those shallow beliefs cannot unite them at all.

A neglected Holy Grail will quickly become a second-rate sect.

There used to be forces from the Holy Grail Society in Sasha City, but after the fifth mayoral election, they became hostile to the church and were gradually eliminated from the original class. Finally, they all left Sasha City.

The local Presbyterian Church was not established until later.

This past event happened fifty years ago, because the young Galid happened to live next door to a Holy Grail priest at that time, so he knew it better.

When he said this, Clayton couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Although he would still forget his appearance after separation, at this moment, he could not find the features of an elderly person on Galid's face.

"Fifty years? How old are you now?" His tone became polite.

Old Gelide recalled: "I can't remember clearly, but at that time, like you, I lived in St. Mored Parish. I moved to this neighborhood after the urban planning project." The nostalgia soon passed, he warned. Clayton: "Don't get close to the Holy Grail Society. They are by no means allies you can rely on."

"Just listening to those teachings, I thought they were quite popular."

Galid laughed at Clayton's idea: "But their approach is to shelter all dark descendants and force them to coexist peacefully. This is completely impossible. You don't think that I can bump into polite people every night. Newborn, right? My job is to maintain order in this city."

Clayton understood what he meant and respected him a little more.

Clayton had also been a night guard, and he knew how dangerous it was.

Even excluding those supernatural beings, human beings themselves are quite ferocious animals.

"But wouldn't the officials of the city hall and the clergy of the church mind that someone is missing?"

"No, they support our work."

Galid closed the safe and randomly messed up the combination disk.

"But you have to be careful not to step into the Holy Land in person, as that will be seen as a provocation." He turned around and gave a serious warning to Clayton: "In addition to blessing swords, crosses and holy water, today's priests and church deacons also have The government-issued gun permit, don’t think that the power of dark descendants is omnipotent.”

Clayton nodded thoughtfully.

Having solved some of the doubts in his mind, he left the General Security Department and took a public carriage on the street back to St. Mored Parish. He wanted to go back to his store to check out the situation.

Because of this trivial matter in the Holy Grail Club, he had not worked for several days.

Although Charlotte can handle ordinary customers in addition to regular customers, he is the owner of this store after all and cannot care about his own industry.

The sign of the rusted silver coin antique shop jingled in the wind as Clayton walked in wrapped in his jacket.

Charlotte behind the counter saw someone pushing the door open and her eyes lit up. She suddenly relaxed after noticing that it was the boss who came back.

"Mr. Bello, since you haven't been here for the past few days, I have tidied up the store."

She suddenly covered her mouth.

Because it sounds like Clayton's existence has not played any role in the store's operation.

Clayton didn't care about this. He looked at the damaged empty table in the display cabinet, calculated his income in the past few days, and then showed a satisfied smile.

"You're doing great. Have you encountered any trouble these days?"

"No. But someone sent a letter saying it was for you."

Charlotte thought of something, took out the letter from under the counter and put it on the table. There was no sender's information on the envelope, only "To Joe Mani" written on the surface.

"This name seems to belong to your friend. I also told the person who delivered the letter that he had the wrong person, but he refused to take it back. He put down the letter and ran away."

The last time Charlotte had seen Joe Money, she had been a little surprised that Clayton had such a young friend.

Clayton picked up the letter and smelled it. There was a pungent smell of potion on it. He couldn't smell any other smell, not even the smell of the last contact person, Charlotte.

He glanced at Charlotte and went to the back room to open the letter.

There is fire paint on the back of the envelope.

Before opening the letter, Clayton could see clearly that it was a pattern of the Holy Grail.

He lowered his head up the stairs, one finger grew wolf hair in a place where the sun could not reach it directly, and the nails became curved and sharp.

Clayton didn't know what happened to other dark descendants, but it was difficult for werewolves to transform during the day. He would sometimes practice partial transformation to practice his ability to reveal himself.

Sharp nails cut open the red wax seal and twisted out the letter paper inside.

"You should not resist, your family owes us this. Give you a month to return the inheritance and stolen goods, otherwise we will destroy this place."

There were only a few words on the paper. It was said to be a letter, and a note would be more appropriate to describe it. He finished reading it at a glance while still on the stairs, and understood everything, and his face suddenly tightened.

As soon as he entered the studio, Clayton balled up all the paper in his hand and threw it out.

The snow-white ball of paper bounced twice when it hit the ground.

Clayton looked gloomy and opened his mouth to the empty studio, revealing his white teeth: "Fuck! These shameless moles, fruit-eating pests, stupid donkeys that can't walk in a straight line, and things with moldy heads. , deserves to be shot!"

A succession of curse words spewed from his mouth, venting his anger.

Creighton was born into a traditional Mansis family, so his diction is more classical.

The intense emotional swings all stem from his discovery of a certain truth.

The reason why the people of the Holy Grail Club are eyeing him probably has nothing to do with the only contact he had with Joe this month. They are really just looking for Joe Mani, and they also know Joe from the past, which is why They will send this word to rusty silver coins.

The Rusty Silver Coin Antique Shop was formerly the store of Joe's father, Joseph Mani.

They thought Clayton was working for the Mani family.

That damn Holy Grail Society didn't investigate clearly at all. This store had been acquired by him a long time ago, and it no longer belonged to the Mani family four years ago!

This was his Clayton's property, but the Holy Grail Club used it to threaten Joe Mani!

This is not threatening Joe, it is threatening him!

Blood surged in his body, and Clayton's anger rushed into his brain uncontrollably. He supported the edge of the table with one hand, tightened his fingers, and buckled off a half-palm-sized piece of the hard wooden tabletop, still holding on to his grip. Break off the light yellow fibers.

He stood up straight, walked behind the desk, and subconsciously wanted to take the revolver out of the drawer and clip it on. Then he remembered that the gun was still with Joe Mani, and he became even more annoyed.

He is now going to find Joe Mani to clarify the matter, and give Joe two punches by the way.

In any case, Joe's responsibility is greater.

If Joe doesn't return to Sasha City, Clayton can stay out of it.