Werewolf hunting rules

Humiliation, terrible humiliation!

Julius's words were calm and everything seemed to be taken for granted.

Most of the people present hesitated.

To them, that ugly new shape was too private to be revealed to the public.

Julius' request embarrassed them.

Creighton is one of them.

He believes that the reason "to enhance relations" is really unconvincing, and doing so is just a one-sided attempt to please.

He doesn't want to do this.

Transforming into a werewolf in public was as indecent as taking off your pants in public, and you were definitely not wearing any.

Such freedom is usually only possible at home.

Of course, there are some people whose alternative forms won't burst their clothes, or who don't care about it.

They stood up, their bodies expanded to spread the people on both sides, and they were proud of showing off their hair and weird heads. They seemed to think this was a good opportunity to show their strength and adaptability in front of the leaders of the Presbyterian Church. .

Clayton looked back and found that O'Leary and several other gentlemen and ladies were still sitting, with stiff faces.

There were chandeliers on the ceiling and candlelight flickering on the table, illuminating their dazed faces and the monsters hanging next to them clearly.

The atmosphere seemed to be that of a few exhibitionists wandering among the crowd of victims.

"Why don't you all do as you are told? Don't you want to accept the protection of the Presbyterian Church, but plan to hide in the city independently?"

Julius on the main seat raised his eyebrows: "The bad news is ahead. If you don't join the Presbyterian Church and expose your identity rashly in Sasha City, we will not give you a second chance. If you are taught by Bai If the deacon catches him, the consequences may be serious."

After he finished speaking, a few people who were still hesitating made up their minds.

The originally arranged seating distance became crowded as these people began to transform one by one. Clayton and other people who persisted had their seats overturned and had to stand up.

Unfortunately for O'Leary, there are guys on both sides of him who want to actively show off their strength.

One is a pig-headed man dressed as a worker in overalls, and the other is Simon, a tramp with a sphinx.

As soon as the two guys revealed the Darkin's body, he was completely squeezed in the middle.

The situation here for Clayton was not good either. He snorted coldly, raised his hand and pushed the long table, and the long table moved forward with a squeaking sound.

He took advantage of the widening gap and jumped onto the table. Several other people who were unwilling to accept the humiliation also imitated him and jumped onto the table, crushing many plates.

Julius's face was no longer serious and showed some surprise, but that was all.

"One, two, three, four, five, a total of five people. Everyone has already faced their true self. You are unwilling to do this. It is very unfair to them." He looked at the others: "Which one of you is going to persuade me? These five people?”

Except for the three people who shared the table because they were sitting too far away, no one paid attention to them from beginning to end. Apart from those ugly guys who couldn't take care of themselves, there were a total of nineteen people staring at the five people on the table.

Now counting Clayton, there were three men at the table, and two women.

Even if they knew that a considerable number of people would just look at them and not make any move towards them, the people at the table could still feel considerable pressure from those eyes.

"Do you think this is a cage fight?" Clayton asked coldly.

Julius didn't answer him, he just shook the goblet in his hand, green wine rippling inside.

"Mr. Bello, I sincerely advise you to come down and join us."

The homeless man Simon said that his body at the moment was like a lion, with a mane around his human head, just like the Sphinx that Clayton saw in Mesri, a country in the Western Continent.

Clayton saw that he was not very sincere, and he even hoped that Clayton would not come down, because he wanted to take this opportunity to show his value to the Presbyterian Church.

This is an ambitious guy, but nothing more.

"Simon, you want to find a chance to fight with me, right?"

Clayton moved with a cane with a blade inside, kicking off all the other things on the table that hindered his movement. The monsters next to the table spread out in a circle, for fear of being splashed by food residue.

They don't care about anything anymore, but the concept of hygiene is still at the human level.

"No such thing, Signor Bello."

The lion's human face revealed the fawning smile of a homeless man, and then it jumped onto the table. The huge increase in weight made the wooden table scream:

"It's just that as guests, we should abide by the host's rules."

Simon was too big. When he stood on the table, others could only watch but could not go up to the stage. The person who watched Simon the most seriously was Julius on the main seat. He held his chin with his fingers crossed and waited with interest. They decide the winner.

"Father, people here really don't know what respect is!" O'Leary stood behind Clayton and lamented. He was still a college student. The reality was too cruel for him. He only regretted not being in front now. Exit at any point.

“They learn right away what respect is.”

Clayton could withstand many types of humiliation, but Julius's unwarranted arrogance was not one of them.

He didn't smell danger from Julius, and he also noticed that the three people he felt threatened were not moved by Julius's words, so he made assumptions in his mind and acted without any scruples.

He stood sideways with his feet forward and back, holding his cane in his right hand like a pointer, and then stared at Simon who was about to make a move.

"Simon, have you ever seen a lion?"

The sphinx was rubbing its claws, and was stunned when he heard this question:

"What kind of problem is this?"

"How quickly you lose depends on the answer to that question."

Simon's face twisted, and his fangs pierced his lips: "I haven't seen it, but so what do you do?!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced forward. Clayton jumped back to avoid the attack, and he saw the right moment to strike with his cane, hitting Simon on the bridge of the nose. The sound of breaking bones immediately sounded.

The huge lion fell off the table and crushed many plates.

His front paws were pressed tightly against his face, trying to ease the pain.

Clayton weighed his cane and played a stick trick.

Luolun was rich in lions. He learned a lot of skills in dealing with lions from the locals and even killed two of them himself.

Although the sphinx has a human face, its attack method is the same as that of a lion.

Simon has never seen a lion, so he will not deliberately change his attack method in pursuit of surprise.

"I think we shouldn't have conflicts over such trivial matters, what do you think?"

Clayton held his cane and pointed the head in the direction of the heads under the table. Now no one came to the table to challenge them.

It's still too late for them to become monsters, and their impressions as humans make those who can defeat lions still have considerable deterrence in their eyes.

The other four people still at the table nodded to him and thanked him for maintaining their dignity.

Clayton did not relax. From the corner of his eye, he saw Julius standing up and touching his waist with his right hand.

Is he pulling out a gun? !

Clayton didn't have time to think carefully. He momentarily forgot about his dignity and honor, released the werewolf's true form and rushed over.

There was an invisible resistance in front of Julius, but after Clayton increased his strength, it still passed through and hit him, smashing the main chair.

Julius, who claims to be one of the four elders of the Presbyterian Church, can be said to be vulnerable. After being suppressed by Clayton, he did not resist. Instead, he grinned because of the pain, looked embarrassed, and breathed heavily. Qi said:

"You ran really fast, and I haven't even pulled out my wand yet."

Clayton looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what to do with him.

The Presbyterian Church seems unreliable, but if you leave like this, you might encounter confrontation in the mansion.

You have to take him as a hostage.

The werewolf pinched Julius and stood up, then went back to pick up his staff and sword.

Although he won, Clayton felt sad in his heart.

Both the Holy Grail Society and the Presbyterian Church have been offended, and he is not a believer. Now unless he works for the queen again, he has no choice but to escape from the city.

The other invitees in the banquet hall watched helplessly as he dragged Julius away without stopping or following him.

For them, everything they encountered tonight was so exciting that they had no time to react.

Just as Clayton was about to go out from the exit, an old man with the same dark green hair walked in. He was wearing a very ordinary gray suit, and behind him was a red tuxedo mustache who had come to the banquet hall to inform them of the meal.

After the two saw the situation in the banquet hall, the old man frowned, while the mustache opened his mouth in horror.

"Julius, what did you do again?" the old man asked him.

Clayton felt the power of the other party, and a strong warning came from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as his hand was loosened, Julius immediately knelt on the ground, coughed and choked before looking at the old man, and tried his best to put on a cheerful smile showing his teeth.

"I just wanted to come see the new guy."

The old man stepped forward and looked down at Julius: "Then you make a mess here, just like you do everything else."

Everyone is looking here,

Julius tilted his head: "I want to know more about them, there's nothing wrong with that."

The old man shook his head and did not want to talk to him anymore. He turned to the mustache and said, "Philip, take him to the solitary room. I will decide how long he needs to be kept in solitary confinement after the meeting."

Mustache immediately moved to help Julius and walked out, his movements gentle as if he was not confining him.

After deciding on Julius's punishment, the old man looked at Clayton and said with a smile: "Mr. Bello, thank you for helping me educate my useless son. But now we have to talk about business. I wonder if you are still interested. Willingness to work more closely with us?"

Facing an old gentleman who can be reasoned with, refusing doesn't seem like a wise choice.

Clayton thought for a moment and told him, "Give me a pair of pants and I'll pretend nothing happened."

When I saw the third round of recommendations, my mental momentum was ignited, and I immediately had the urge to add more.

However, my body temperature also started to burn up. The sudden drop in temperature caught me off guard.

Everyone should also pay attention to keep warm.