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"Special service."

Clayton looked at the ghost's body, which could reveal the scenery behind him, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

However, the ghost evaluator did not wait any longer. Since Clayton had no intention of asking, he was about to start his own work.

"Mr. Bello, please listen to the question."

Clayton leaned against the wall, holding the head in his arms and looking at Him boredly.

This entrance test came at the wrong time, and he couldn't take it seriously now.

After eating, you will feel sleepy.

"What do you think the relationship between dark descendants and humans should be like?"

"It's just between ordinary people. I heard Galeed say that the Dark Moon can turn humans into dark descendants, so... it's just normal."

"Okay, so, do you think dark descendants need to take the initiative to declare their existence to society, in this era of mysterious disappearance?"

What kind of question is this? Clayton never thought that the evaluator would ask such a question that was so um, so far from life.

This sounds like an issue for MPs to address.

"It's better to keep quiet. From my experience, most people are not able to accept our existence. And now is not the right time." At least when Clayton was still a human, he didn't mind shooting a monster. He now feels that there is nothing wrong with that idea.

Until yesterday, he had thought that the Darkling's nature could be easily controlled and that it was no big deal.

As long as he has enough financial resources, he can buy enough food to satisfy his hungry soul.

But after being injured just now, he discovered how difficult it was to resist instinct.

After the pain and mania, his mind immediately went blank, and the memories related to the subsequent battle were blurred. He also ate strange things without realizing it.

Ordinary people would be afraid of a being who could lose control and hurt others and move freely on the street, even if he was just an ordinary lunatic. If they cannot be locked up, once a conflict occurs, it will easily develop into a situation where everyone is willing to use the most extreme measures.

Although the dark descendants are also different, and there may be harmless existences, he believes that no one will distinguish them in such detail.

"Sound point of view, Mr. Bello." The ghost agreed: "I think so too."

Clayton didn't care what He thought.

"After joining the association, if the Presbyterian Church needs you to contribute your own strength, what do you think the greatest contribution you can make will be? Are you willing to fight for it?"

"With a membership fee of five hundred pounds a year, if I have to fight, can I hire an armed detective to replace me?"

"It's completely a businessman's idea. So what benefits do you expect the Presbyterian Church to bring you, apart from the most basic membership benefits?"

Clayton thought about it carefully and found that he really didn’t have anything in particular he wanted. Several of his current regular customers could provide a large amount of funds every year. General needs could be solved with money, so he said:

"Peace to the city."

The ghost evaluator crossed his fingers and commented pertinently: "It seems that Mr. Bello is a pacifist."

"Yes, I have always been peace-loving."

Clayton felt that the spider legs under Clara's neck had regained some length. He lowered his head to confirm, and then pulled them all off without mercy, and transparent blood spattered everywhere.

"Very good, I have confirmed that you are a trustworthy new member. Congratulations on joining."

The ghost reached out condescendingly to Clayton, who was sitting on the ground.

Clayton subconsciously reached out to shake hands with Him, but his palm passed through the other person's hand.

The ghost laughed again.

Clayton waited for him to finish laughing with a dark face.

Having had enough of laughing, the evaluator brought up his previous offer again: "Do you need some special service - a secret for a secret."

"what is this?"

Clayton didn't want to get involved in something unexplainable, and he didn't want to tell anyone his secret.

"Or if you want to know anything, you can exchange your secrets with me for this knowledge. And you can rest assured that the transaction between us is absolutely confidential. Unless you are willing to say it yourself, the Elders Council cannot order me to disclose it. .”

"Why are you so obsessed with secrets?" Clayton looked at the ghost suspiciously.

The ghost came up with a universal answer: "Because I am a ghost. The more secrets a ghost knows, the freer it becomes."

"I didn't hear Galeed ask me for a secret."

"He is freer than me at a certain point, so there is no need for secrets anymore. But if one day he can't restrain his desires, he will become like me."

Clayton still didn't understand what He meant. He was not good at solving puzzles.

"Since you are a free person, why do you still work for the Presbyterian Church? Can they continue to provide you with secrets?"

The ghost's voice is always cheerful: "I am not obeying the orders of the Presbyterian Church unilaterally. I am helping those friends who can always remember me, but they just happen to be the leaders of the Presbyterian Church."

Clayton couldn't remember the other party at his own expense. The leader of the Presbyterian Church must be much stronger than him.

The ghost's next words made his expression suddenly change: "Make a deal with me. I know you want to know about the Holy Grail Society because you killed their people."

The werewolf jumped up, took a few steps back and looked at Him warily.

He still couldn't see the ghost's face clearly, but he could feel the other party's smile: "Look, I know a lot of secrets. You must be interested in trading with me."

This is indeed true. Clayton's biggest secret has been discovered by the other party, and there is no need to hide other secrets.

Now he really has the idea of ​​​​trading with the other party.

but

"Are all the secrets you exchanged with me your own? How can I be sure that you won't give my secrets to others?" he asked.

The ghost shook his head: "The ghost will only sell the secrets of the dead, otherwise you will lose your freedom. So you can rest assured."

His tone reminded Clayton of Clara, so he punched Clara in his arms on the head to prevent her from recovering.

This condition is obvious. Although the ghost cannot provide the secrets of living people, Clayton can freely use the secrets of other living people in exchange with him.

"Okay, I'll trade." Clayton said, "I want to know the nearly eighty years of Mani family history, except for Joe Mani's part."

The ghost's body trembled and seemed a little distorted: "You are too shameless. I can't make such a deal. This history is a collection of many secrets. If you want to know this, you have to pay at least twenty secrets."

Clayton himself had never found anyone else's twenty secrets, but he persisted.

"This is just a big secret. I will exchange it for a secret of the same level."

"Are you sure you have it?"

Clayton doesn't have a secret that can bring benefits, but he has a secret that he feels is a big secret for him.

"I have."

"You definitely haven't." The ghost saw right through him. "So I'm going to tell you how to get the information you want, rather than tell you the answer, but you still have to tell me the secret."

"make a deal."

Clayton realized that he had no better choice, so he gave in easily.

The ghost didn't seem to worry about Clayton going back on his word, and took the lead in providing his own information. He pointed at the head and said, "If you want to know about the Holy Grail Society in Sasha City, you can ask Clara, she knows everything."

Clayton looked at the head in surprise, wondering how this head could contain those contents: "But I kept beating her, and she also tried to kill me. I don't think she would be willing, and she is so stupid."

The blond girl Rentou, who had no response no matter how hard she hit her before, suddenly opened her eyes: "Clara is not stupid, Clara is the smartest!"

Clayton was even more worried.

"She is the devil summoned when the Holy Grail Society made a contract with Joseph Mani. She witnessed the terms of the agreement between the two parties." The ghost explained, "Because she is stupid, so if you raise her for a while, you will have a good relationship with you. ”

"Not stupid! Not stupid!" Clara, who had only one head left, screamed.

Clayton dislocated her jaw, and the hallway fell silent.

"Why did you mention the devil again? Isn't she a Darkin?"

"She is a dark descendant possessed by demons. Demons are invisible beings from hell. They can but can only possess dark descendants. So in the past, people from the White Sect often regarded us as the same existence. These are not secrets. And it’s common sense in modern times, so I’ll give it to you for free.”

The ghost evaluator recalled the past: "In the past, wizards liked to summon demons to possess arthropods and reptiles, not because they were poisonous or had more explosive power and were more aggressive. But because they were easy to control. Animals with low intelligence would pull The possessed demon has a low intelligence level, and they forget things outside of the contract very quickly, so even if you hurt her, you can easily repair the relationship by feeding her a little food often."

Clayton listened carefully to the ghost's advice, "But she still wants to attack me now, and she keeps recovering her body. I won't be able to tame her in the short term. How should I deal with this situation?"

"Silver is a sacred metal that can curb her regeneration," the ghost said.

It seemed that Clayton asked too many questions, and the air started to get colder.

The ghost's body floated closer to him, and his tone began to sound urgent and urgent: "I think I have said enough, now it is time for me to listen to your secrets."