Werewolf hunting rules

"Why are you delivering food here?" Clayton stared at Joe Mani.

Joe Mani held a spoon in his hand and looked shocked: "Why are you eating here?"

"Because I donated three hundred gold pounds, I can personally inspect the living conditions of the recipient of my donation."

Clayton made bold statements.

The restaurant was filled with haggard-looking people in old clothes. There were people ranging from children to middle-aged people, but no one too old. Creighton stood out among them astonishingly.

At this moment, they were all queuing up with bowls in hand, looking eagerly at Joe in a white apron, waiting for him and the caregiver next to him to scoop out the food from several buckets on the floor.

There was simply no logic to Creighton's arrival, but Joe didn't wonder for long because he had to work.

He scooped a bowl of rich-smelling stew for Clayton. There were also diced potatoes and carrots in it. It smelled like there might be some minced meat, but Clayton didn't get any in his bowl. In addition, there is a palm-sized piece of black bread.

After getting the food, Clayton returned to the long table and found a seat to eat.

The stew was such a mess. The food didn't taste bad, but the portions weren't enough to satisfy an adult male who often worked hard.

There are also some growing mint leaves floating on the surface. do not know why.

The nurse who brought him in for the visit sat next to him during the meal and stared at him nervously from the moment Clayton put the food in his mouth, for fear that he would shake his head or complain.

The caregiver was relieved by Clayton's performance.

The silent sounds of the recipients eating on both sides of the long table suppressed his frustrated voice.

"I'll take a look for myself later, you don't have to follow me." Clayton told him.

"How"

The caregiver subconsciously retorted, but Clayton just narrowed his eyes and frightened him.

The beast-like pupils of a werewolf can shrink very small, making the person being stared at fully aware that they are being targeted.

After dinner, the recipients dispersed to their temporary dormitories, and Clayton easily caught Joe in the corridor.

"You acted very quickly. You contacted the Holy Grail Society so quickly. Are you done negotiating with them?"

"What do you mean?" Joe looked confused.

Clayton watched his expression carefully, but found nothing unusual. He might not know it.

But since he no longer used a false identity to hang out in the church, and even took off his disguise, maybe Joe has confessed to the church.

"Forget it, it's nothing. I thought they found you."

"How is it possible? It's surprising that you can find me, Lieutenant." Joe pressed his neck uncomfortably: "I thought no one could find me here."

The priest promised to keep it a secret for him.

Clayton said frankly: "I really didn't know you were here. I came here following the clues of another member of the Holy Grail Society. It was just a coincidence that I met you."

Joe's eyebrows flew up: "They came in too?!"

"have no idea."

"Then don't use a positive tone, Lieutenant." Joe looked around and saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he rubbed his hands: "I told the priest everything, but it didn't involve you. They said I will resolve the Holy Grail Club matter immediately. So now I am just studying here."

"When did you tell them these things?" Clayton asked him.

"It's been four or five days."

Clayton took out the note that the Holy Grail Club had stuffed into the store and shook it in front of Joe: "Then I think the priest didn't respond very 'immediately'. The Holy Grail Club's theater was not closed, and he even sent a threatening letter to my store. . If you think about this behavior, it’s as if they thought ‘Rusted Silver Coin’ was your family’s shop. But that was at least four years ago.”

Qiao opened his mouth, then responded: "Do you think I lied to you on purpose?"

"I didn't think so, but you should really try to remember."

"Couldn't it be that because they couldn't find me, they had to send the threatening letter to the only person who seemed to have any friendship with me?"

Clayton said regretfully: "I thought so for a moment, but I told them that you and I were not in the same party, and even had a grudge. If they believed this, they would directly ask me to take care of you after they met. Just say something, or just tell my assistant, there is no need to be so formal."

He pointed at the note: "When I got it, it had an envelope on the outside and a Holy Grail pattern of paint on it."

Generally, such formal mailings would only appear in exchanges between government departments or prominent families. The pattern on the fire paint requires a seal and a ring seal, so ordinary people cannot respond reciprocally.

"But I really don't know anything." Joe sighed desperately.

"Maybe your parents know."

"Maybe, but they died long ago."

It was also the first time Clayton heard the news: "I'm sorry."

Qiao waved his hand: "Actually, I'm not that sad. I've been separated from them since I was a child, and I'm used to not having them."

"Well, then I take back my apology."

There was silence, and Clayton's integrity destroyed something intangible.

Qiao held his forehead. He felt that he knew why this old boss was still unmarried. Just like it said in the Holy Scriptures, Heavenly Father would not make a person perfect.

"If you must find out about this matter, go to my old house and have a look. If my parents have anything to do with the Holy Grail, they might leave the evidence there."

"Aren't you going? That's your home?" Clayton asked him.

Joe's eyes quickly glanced at the stairs at the end of the corridor, and then quickly looked back: "Forget it, I have more important things to do now."

Clayton looked at him suspiciously. This was really not something that someone who was chased by the Holy Grail Society could say.

But Joe's attitude was very firm, and he had no choice but to stop there.

"Then give me the key."

Joe Mani lifted one side of his apron, untied a large bunch of keys and counted them, looking for the key to his old house. The keys rustled when they collided.

Clayton frowned. The size of the key made him doubt that the other party could open the doors to all the rooms in the almshouse.

"Does the dean trust you so much?"

Joe finally counted his keys, raised his head and handed them to Clayton: "These are not the keys to the workhouse, they are the keys to the workhouse next door. To be precise, I work as a volunteer there, but I occasionally come here to help at night. , because their shared dining rooms are in this building.”

The so-called workhouse is an institution jointly run by the government and the church, which specializes in sheltering and raising abandoned babies and orphans.

The workhouse and workhouse here are in a large building, but they are not connected internally. There is a layer of spiked iron fence separating the outside of the building. Up to the main entrance, there is only one door that allows them to pass through. Contact outside.

Usually the person who manages the workshop is the church deacon or priest of the parish, but the church of St. Solot Parish was abandoned due to a fire and has not yet been repaired. The neighboring parish of St. Mellon did not have a workshop, so the clergy were relatively free, so the task fell on them.

"That's really amazing. The director of the studio must believe in you." Clayton was happy for Joe Mani.

Being able to entrust him with the management of so many keys shows that the people at the studio recognized Joe as a respectable gentleman.

But Joe was indifferent to his praise and became even more indifferent.

"What is your current position in the studio?" Clayton asked Joe with a sense of recognition.

Mentioning this matter, Joe Mani's face suddenly showed an indescribable emotion, which was a complex emotion that included regret, fear, helplessness, decadence and other negative emotions.

"Probably mom."

A shaken Clayton left the workhouse.

Joe Mani also returned to the studio next door early.

Although night has fallen, his work has just begun.

The noisy halls and corridors are deserted during the day, and the children must return to their rooms at half past eight.

Joe held a lantern and walked along the corridor, pushing each door gently to make sure they were locked. He checked all the rooms on the lower two floors before going up to the top floor, where there were already two men in black. The church deacons were waiting for him, with bottles of holy water at their belts and armed with revolvers.

There are some rooms on both sides of the corridor on the top floor besides offices and warehouses.

Those brown-red wooden doors were marked with prohibition of entry, and the deacons faced them as if they were facing an enemy.

Qiao took out the keys from his waist, counted the keys corresponding to the numbers on the doors in front of him, and opened them one by one.

There are no prohibited items inside, and behind each door is a layout similar to the dormitory downstairs. Plus an almost filthy but energetic kid.

"Speak softly and follow me."

Joe went downstairs again carrying a lantern, but this time he was followed by a group of tiptoeing children and two serious-looking church deacons.

These children, without exception, have one characteristic - they receive education from their godfather Gilly together with Joe Mani.

When they arrived at the open space behind the studio, they finally no longer had to control their voices and started playing freely.

Or they dig holes in the ground with picked up sticks, or they chase each other.

The moonlight shines on the children's bodies, illuminating the uncontrollably stimulated animal hairs, scales and tails, creating a warm and strange atmosphere.