Werewolf hunting rules

"Why does Father Petty trust me so much? Let me take care of them. And why do human workshops still house monsters?"

Joe asked the question he wanted to ask the most. He came here to seek refuge and study, not to take care of these children. He couldn't tell what kind of children they were.

Last time during the Geely Godfather's class, a hungry little freak stole his belt to eat.

The big mouth that almost reached behind the ears and the huge molars like a horse frightened him.

It is strange to say that the monster has a little bit of human spirituality that makes him feel blasphemy, but more of pity. The main body is a human being with only a few mutated features, but it only makes him feel ugly.

Joe had to start to wonder whether he liked humans or monsters more.

"They were all humans before, but after they mutated like this, there is no possibility of them being adopted. Before the bishop decides their future, we need someone who can help us manage them." A black-clothed deacon said. He explained expressionlessly, staring at the children. If anyone made any attempt to escape, he would shoot without hesitation.

"It's better to choose someone you trust as your helper. Isn't this your secret? I haven't been baptized yet."

"Your faith is not firm, but this is also your advantage. You are more able to accept the existence of these children than we are."

Joe was not happy at all. After he saw the true face of these children, he was immediately arrested and signed a confidentiality agreement. Because there was still a Holy Grail Society outside, he temporarily worked here.

It just doesn't make sense to deal with more monsters just to avoid them.

"It's not a good thing to look too religious," Jo sneered.

Clayton brought the news that the Holy Grail Order was still alive. The church was so inefficient that it actually wanted his help. It was shameless to ask him to live with these dangerous beings who were mentally ill but possessed magical abilities.

Even if he still needs to live here, he doesn't want to pretend to be a believer anymore.

The black-clothed deacon was noncommittal: "You can't leave during this period. You have to educate them every day, using the skills you learned from the army. If there is anything you want, we can help you write an application. If so Special needs, once a month.”

Joe turned to look at him, then continued to watch the children running.

"I want to get married."

The deacon stopped talking;

Qiao felt that he had won a victory, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted up, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"I'm just kidding. It would be better to let me out as soon as possible. I can't even find an opponent in gambling here."

He was the one who provoked the Holy Grail, so he naturally had to do his part to deal with it. He also happened to find a reason to defect to Clayton. When the "rusted silver coin" was in his hand, he didn't dare to throw out 300 pounds at will. This old boss is really developed.

"This is the second application. Let's talk about it in a month."

Qiao was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head and met the arrogant eyes of the black-clothed deacon.

“Heavenly Father teaches us that a promise once made cannot be taken back.”

"You him!"

Clayton left the workhouse and went to the workhouse.

He came here following the scent, and he must not forget this purpose.

Although it looked like the two institutions belonged to the same building from the outside, he could not find an internal passage.

Go outside, but a row of tall black iron railings are inserted into the middle of the building, separating the entrances on both sides.

This is not a hindrance to Clayton.

He climbed up the iron pole with both hands, and when he was near the top spike, he exerted force on his arms and threw himself over.

The landing was slightly stained with grass clippings and dirt, but he didn't care.

When he found that there was no one outside, he walked directly into the training center following the scent.

It was now time to get ready for sleep, and Clayton heard the sound of the workhouse nurse knocking on the door frame with a stick on the second floor.

The owner of that smell must have lived here for a while, causing his smell to be everywhere. Clayton couldn't tell which floor he lived on, so he had to go upstairs to check.

Using the werewolf's enhanced ear power, he evaded the patrolling caregiver, and he followed closely behind to smell the scent.

His beast senses led him to his target on the top floor.

There were a few doors where the smells he was chasing were piled up.

Clayton tried to turn the doorknob, but the doorknob just made a clicking sound and did not move. It was obviously locked.

"Who is there?"

It's the voice of a child in the teething stage.

Of course Clayton would not think that the messenger of the Holy Grail Society was that young, but he also had questions to ask him.

He had a way of opening the door without a key, but in most cases it would be a crime to use that method.

This time the consequences came especially quickly.

He just tried a little to see if the door could be opened, and after a little encounter, the voice and footsteps of an adult man came from the room behind him, and he quickly approached the door.

In order not to be exposed, Clayton had no choice but to rush to the end of the corridor, open the window and climb out.

He grabbed the window sill with his hands and pressed it against the window, exposing a little of his eyes to observe.

Two men dressed as clergymen rushed out of the room, both carrying guns. After finding that there was no one in the corridor, they nervously checked the rooms one by one.

Clayton guessed that it was someone sent by the church to protect Joe, but after thinking about it carefully, he was wrong.

They are more like guarding than protecting.

But this has nothing to do with him.

It was a good thing that the church sent people to guard people related to the Holy Grail Society. He would ask Qiao next time.

Qiao never mentioned him in front of the White Sect clergy, so it would be easy to expose him when investigating here.

He did not yet know what the relationship between the Presbyterian Church and the church was, and did not intend to publicly intervene or reveal his identity.

The clues here can be put down for now. Something more valuable may be found in the Mani family's old house.

He jumped out of the window with ease, and tonight's investigation came to an end.

After returning home, Clayton opened the book sent by Tritis to kill time.

Although the name makes people less interested in reading, the content is still quite rich.

Although he could only understand less than one-sixth of the content at his level, after all, his level did not even reach the level of an "occult enthusiast".

The purpose of his reading was for nothing else, but to check whether the information Galid gave him was correct.

The title of this book is "Two Thousand Common Senses for Occult Lovers", and in the Western Continent where the Kingdom of Dorne is located, all the history of occultism cannot avoid the exchange with the White Sect.

So of course there's a lot of religious content in the book as well.

Next to the entry about the Holy Grail Sect, there is an illustration of a so-called religious heraldry.

Blood overflowed from the goblet.

This is exactly the same as the paint pattern on the envelope that the Holy Grail will deliver. Even the angle at which the liquid flows out has not changed.

It seems Galeed didn't lie.

Clayton's impression of the Presbyterian Church improved slightly. He flipped through a few more pages, trying to find other information related to the Holy Grail Society, but accidentally took the book out of his hand.

The thick book hit the ground with a loud "thunk" sound.

Clayton quickly picked it up and inspected the damage.

A well-hidden card fell out of the pages in the second half of the book.

That's a loan form.

The last name above is Tritis. The deadline for returning the book is April 13, 1666.

It is now October 169.

Clayton put it back into the book, and his evaluation of Tritis lowered a notch in his heart.

That bastard woman still regards rules as nothing.

"Old House".

This is what the northerners of Dorne call their ancient houses.

Houses that can bear such a name are at least a hundred years old, and some can be as old as three hundred years old, but they are not antiques, and their value will only fall lower and lower.

There are very few old houses in Sasha City, but the Mani family has such an old house.

Clayton was on his way to the house, feeling the changes in the times.

The existence of an old house shows that the Mani family has produced extremely rich people in the past. Only high-quality building materials can support the use of the house to this day. However, the ancient and wealthy ancestors have nothing to do with Joe Mani, who is now almost out of money for food.

Clayton apologized deeply to Joe. He learned from Joe Mani's former landlord on Mercy Street that Joe had lost a lot of money to compensate for the bullet holes he left in the wall, and he probably didn't have much left on him now.

But here in Clayton, there are now problems that are not far different from "poverty".

It seemed like he was being followed again.