Werewolf hunting rules

This time, the ghost was silent for a long time, and did not reply until Clayton reminded him.

"Maybe you can become a writer and just talk about your experiences. Maybe it will be popular."

"You may also be warned by the authorities." Clayton told him.

Such a straightforward transaction made him happy, but some of the things he needed to know most were probably not something that the ghost could answer. That was what happened in the south of Dorne.

Clayton wants to know if his parents and brothers are werewolves like him.

"Are these your only questions?"

Compared to him, the ghost still has some unfinished ideas.

There are many secrets in this world that can bring wealth, but there are not many secrets that are interesting to hear.

Creighton's reward was worth it, and he wanted more.

"I have another question. I saw that the Holy Grail Society used the secret art of the blood of desire to create monsters in this city. Does this city have the ability and willingness to kill or expel the people of the Holy Grail Society? The Elders are willing Do you want to do it?" Clayton asked him.

This is not a secret, nor is it valuable intelligence.

But the ghost still answered him happily, because he believed that Clayton would provide more interesting secrets in the future.

"I'm afraid this city is not that perfect because they have not violated our laws and they have not tried desperately to announce our existence to the people."

Clayton lowered his eyebrows and interrupted the other party angrily: "Isn't it illegal to turn someone into that?"

It was not too early for him to go out. The sun was setting at this moment, and the light in the room began to dim, especially in the corridor. The glass covered with impurities and etchings was almost opaque. He needed to spend more energy to see the ghost's body clearly and distinguish the other person's expression.

He heard the other party laugh: "Dear Bello, there are no restrictions on mental control and physical transformation in the law."

"That's because...it's the law for ordinary people." Clayton didn't know what to say.

The law really doesn't cover this.

"You are right, Bello, those are the terms that ordinary people need to abide by. There is no such thing as law among extraordinary people, just like no one will set a net to catch themselves."

Clayton felt absurd and empty: "Then what do you use to resolve conflicts between groups?"

"It's just like solving individual conflicts." Ghost said.

"You mean duel?"

"Yes."

The werewolf raised his bloody palm to hold his forehead, and he began to regret it.

Seeing how Galid managed things in an orderly manner, he thought the Presbyterian Church was an organization full of rationality and elegance.

Seeing him like this, the ghost said with relief: "But don't worry, the struggle within the Presbyterian Church ended long ago, and it is now in a period of peace."

"Are we going to let the Holy Grail continue like this? They came back with other purposes, and their ability to cause trouble is top-notch." Clayton tried to persuade the evaluator who was reviewing him: "Even if they only care about the interests of the Presbyterian Church, it is If they don't care, they will be harmed one day."

"What you say makes sense, but until they really cause trouble, the Presbyterian Council will just watch."

The ghost said something that Clayton didn't know: "Before you saw Galeed, the messengers of the Holy Grail Society had already met the four leaders of our Presbyterian Church. They claimed that they came back this time just to settle accounts with There is an old dispute between the Mani family because Joe Mani broke the contract. The Presbyterian Church was also one of the forces that witnessed it at the beginning, so it cannot take action. You can ask Clara for specific details."

Clayton lowered his head and glanced at the head that had been moaning because of its dislocated jaw, feeling very irritable in his heart.

If he had stayed away from the incident in the first place, he wouldn't be as troubled as he is now.

If the Holy Grail hadn't caused him to accidentally kill someone, he wouldn't have cared about the other person's existence.

If he had known that the living dead was just an ordinary person being controlled, he would have held back.

After the chaos, the werewolf forced himself to accept the reality: "I killed two of them, what should I do if I want to reconcile?"

"You don't have to do anything," the ghost said with a smile.

Clayton thought he hadn't heard clearly and let out a sigh.

The ghost is still smiling, and his patience seems to never be used up, which makes people feel terrible:

"The life span of people who have been transformed by the 'Blood of Desire' will not exceed five years. They are consumables in the first place, and there is a possibility of death due to postoperative infection. It is not unacceptable to be killed by you. What's more, you are now After joining the Presbyterian Church, Groene and Qian Ning will help you."

One of the names He mentioned also appeared in Galede, and he was an elder in the church.

If you are an elder, you should have enough authority to speak.

The matter seemed to be solved easily, but Clayton's hand on Clara tightened unconsciously.

He felt at a loss, and there was still a little fear in his heart.

He doesn't have to be held responsible for killing people, and he won't face trial no matter how outrageous things he does. His heart seems to have fallen back into the past of the war.

Correspondingly, his trust in the law fell to the bottom.

"Just pretend that these things don't exist. Come to the Pulitzer Mansion in the city center next Monday. We have a great banquet for the new people joining this month. You will definitely like it."

The ghost's body gradually became transparent and disappeared in place.

Clayton was stunned in the corridor holding the girl's head. He couldn't remember who was communicating with him just now.

But the last words of the other party still lingered in my ears.

“Pulitzer Lighting Company, which provides streetlights to the city?”

He stood there, surprise flashing in his ferocious werewolf eyes.

"Father Petit, please stay."

A churchgoer who often came to the church stopped Petty after the service.

He was a journalist, and if he ignored him, he might be in the newspaper, so the priest, who was much older than he looked, had no choice but to stop and stay.

"I am deeply saddened to hear that Bishop Godwin of our diocese has passed away."

This believer is wearing informal clothes that are ready for running around, and he doesn't look very sad.

The blond and handsome Father Petty looked on both sides and found no one who could help him out, so he had to say kindly:

"The death of a wise elder is saddened by all."

"Yes, yes." The believer nodded vaguely, but his eyes seemed to shine.

"His death was too sudden, and there was no designated successor. It probably depends on the metropolitan to decide. I don't know which priest will take his place this time."

The metropolitan is the bishop who has jurisdiction over the entire city of Sasha, and the organization of the diocese is also under his management.

Upon hearing this, Petty knew that this believer was here to get inside information, but he was a priest with professional ethics and could not talk casually.

"I'm curious about this too."

The believer asked him in surprise: "Father, do you have no news?"

"I think everyone is equally good, so if you ask me for advice, I think everyone has a high probability."

"You mean no matter who becomes the bishop, it will be good, right?"

Of course this kind of thing is fine no matter what. Peidi frowned imperceptibly.

The matter of replacing the bishop was actually decided by vote within the church, and it was planned to be held after Bishop Godwin's funeral. This time he really planned to fill in a random name.

But if reporters convey his correct understanding, his reputation within the church will become that of a fence-sitter.

"Those who serve my Father must be chosen by the Holy Spirit." He read the original words from the Holy Scriptures.

The believer smiled awkwardly. Since the final result must be "chosen by the Holy Spirit," Father Petty's thoughts naturally didn't matter.

"Then do you think it could be you? I think"

Petty blocked the second half of his sentence: "It depends on the Holy Spirit's thoughts."

The believer left in embarrassment.

Petty breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were ten years ago, he would probably take the initiative to fight for the bishop's position, but not now.

When he becomes the bishop of a diocese, there will be many eyes staring at him, trying to find out his weaknesses and excuses.

When the time comes, there is a possibility that the adoption of dark descendants will be exposed immediately.

As the day of judgment approaches, he consciously collects infants and young children with abnormal physical changes in the training centers across the city.

Thanks to those church colleagues who did not care about the operation of the workhouse as long as they could collect money, he did this with almost no risk. The nurses in the workhouse only regarded these children as having tumors or other serious diseases, and treated those children It was given free of charge to the workshop of the diocese of Solot.

Although I haven't figured out how to deal with them further, leaving it to Joe Mani is a good option.

One has military experience, understands the existence of dark descendants, needs help, and has little money.

The elements of perfection are concentrated in one person.

If Heavenly Father Carolla bestows different talents on everyone, then Joe Mani’s talent must be “good at being exploited by Petty.”

Petty simply suspected that he was the tool given by Heavenly Father to complete his career.

It's really not easy to find someone with these conditions, but luckily he found it himself.

"If you have military experience, you may be able to use military training methods to suppress the nature of those children. I will consider the rest later."

Pettit calculated in his mind until the nun he sent to the novitiate of Solot came back with messages from others.

"Joe Mani made a request, and he said he wanted to get married."

Peidi closed his eyes and opened them after twenty seconds. His blue eyes were pure.

Sure enough, Heavenly Father will not allow His servants to be arrogant.

"A arrogant heart will lead to many hardships."

Petty comforted himself by reciting the holy scriptures. In the career he wanted to do, smooth sailing was a miracle.

"You tell him, I will help him solve this matter."