Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton didn't know what Grone could do to him.

But he hoped it wouldn't be about Julius.

Philip the Mustache took him back to a small room, knocked on the door and announced, and then left alone.

Clayton walked straight in and saw the old man with dark green hair sitting behind his desk lighting his pipe.

He tried several times without polishing the match, and finally gave up.

He looked at Clayton, held his pipe in his mouth and said:

"Mr. Bello, you are special."

Clayton was flattered and blunt about his suspicion: "Because I beat your son?"

Groene waved his hand: "Don't let Julius affect our mood. He has 32 outstanding brothers and sisters, but he learned nothing from them. His nephews are more promising than him. I am now I just hope that the place where he died is not an alley with sewage flowing through it, but there is no other hope."

Human love has its limits.

When he was raising his seventh child, he discovered that he had lost the emotion called "love."

Groene faced this fact calmly.

Clayton couldn't see where he was coming from, but he had no choice.

"Okay, then why did you come to me?"

"I heard that you were a soldier. Have you ever killed anyone?"

Creighton didn't hide this, it was no secret,

He has also gone to the Veterans Officers Club and the Soldiers Mothers Association to make donations before, but many people don't know where he served.

"After serving as a soldier for so many years, it's strange that I haven't killed anyone before."

"This is good. I can see it. You are very adaptable to the werewolf's body and are far stronger than ordinary newborns. This shows that you were a powerful warrior before you unlocked the seal of your ancestors."

Groene nodded with satisfaction: "I have a job for you. I need you to be a peace officer. The salary is 8 pounds a week. You are responsible for teaching some people how to use guns, leading a team to deal with or bringing back other newborns."

But he ignored Clayton's opinion on this arrangement, and the werewolf was quite resistant to it: "I can't think of any benefits to me, and I'm not short of money. Aren't there many people who decided to join the Presbyterian Church today? They must be Someone is willing to accept such a high-paying job."

If there is a fight, he himself is at risk of being exposed, which is unnecessary.

He felt that only Gailed's characteristic of being forgotten by others after seeing him was suitable for this job.

"*** said you call yourself a pacifist."

Groene reported a name that Clayton had forgotten after hearing it. He had no impression of the name, but he had a vague impression of this "self-proclaimed". He had said such things to others recently.

He quickly realized that this was the magical ability of a certain being.

"Yes, since he told you, I think you should understand that I shouldn't be asked to do this job."

Groene asked Clayton to sit down and pushed him a box of tobacco, but quickly took it back.

"Sorry, I forgot you are a werewolf, tobacco will interfere with your sense of smell."

"It's not that serious."

Clayton retorted verbally, but did not actually accept the tobacco.

He had a very troublesome intuition. He believed that the other party had a way to convince him, but he couldn't figure out how.

The old man leaned his back against the soft cushions of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is precisely because you like peace, are not short of money, and know how to fight that you are more suitable to do these things."

"I don't understand the logic."

Clayton stared closely into the elder's eyes, and he saw no suspicion or sarcasm in them.

But this doesn't mean anything. It can only show that the other person's thoughts at the moment are sincere.

Sincerity and kindness are two unrelated words.

"You know when to stop."

Grone also looked at him, as if he had discovered some unknown treasure.

"Is that why?"

Clayton almost laughed, he didn't think this was such a rare quality.

Grone did not smile. He asked the young man who had just entered the new world seriously: "How do you feel about becoming a dark descendant?"

"Nothing to be proud of."

"That's why," Groene said.

"You and the gentlemen don't think this is something to be proud of. You have money and status. Being like this is a flaw for you. Even if it has advantages, it is better than losing all wealth and status after being exposed. The consequences for social status are nothing to mention. So who do you think would see this change as all good?"

Clayton understood a little bit what he meant, and frowned slightly, thinking of Simon.

"They are those who don't have much wealth and low status."

"Yes - poor people." Groene sighed and affirmed: "Their living habits are doomed that they are more willing to use force to change the current situation and do not worry about their identities being exposed. The possibility of being wanted is not worth it in their eyes First of all, they only see what is immediately available to them, and live with envy and hatred for the upper-class gentlemen. Unfortunately, such people are the majority among the new babies in our Presbyterian Church. .”

"As the dark moon gradually returns, there will be more and more such people, and sooner or later their adventures will fully expose our existence to the public."

The consequences of being exposed can be imagined. Although most people regard the existence of dark descendants as a joke, once they discover that they really exist and there are dark descendants committing crimes, they will definitely seek help from the church and the government.

And they have a historically hostile relationship. As long as there is a little misunderstanding, a war can easily break out.

"This is bound to happen," Creighton said, taking a pessimistic view.

"But we're trying to delay that from happening," Groene told him. "It just takes a little time and a little help."

"Before this year, the number of Presbyterians had been hovering around the figure of three hundred, and when the dark moon was approaching, there were 60 newborns in just six months, not counting those who escaped our sight. If not Gather and teach the newborns in time, and within a few years, Sasha City will be filled with underground gangs and violent brotherhoods they spontaneously formed, and the peaceful life here will be broken."

Clayton pressed his temple. He didn't expect that the topic discussed by the other party would suddenly be so grand.

"What does this have to do with you asking me to be the Sheriff?"

"Too many missing people will also cause concern, and we really need to strengthen our manpower to maintain the competitiveness of associations in other cities. Therefore, we plan to accept these people as much as possible, and at the same time urge the government to increase investment in workhouses to provide the poor with enough to survive. Get a normal life job so that they don’t want to commit crime. It sounds stupid, but it is feasible. I believe you have also seen that although Sasha City is not rich, the poor live better than other cities.”

Creighton has indeed felt the changes in the past six months. There is actually a small amount of minced meat in the food at the Solot Parish Workhouse, and no one queues at the door all night long.

He never imagined that this kind of peace could come from the Presbyterian Church.

Grone showed an unexplainable smile: "But most of my people have other jobs, and some people are already doing these things, but they are not doing well. Some people don't have the patience to control newborns, and some people are also new I have just joined the association, and I don’t want my position to be competed by the newborns. There are many reasons. But the result is that being a peace officer is like being an executioner, dealing with those strange corpses, and our informants also have to take risks."

He did not forget to praise: "But if it were you, I believe you wouldn't have so many reasons, and you would definitely try to bring them back alive. *** said you are a noble person."

"He really thinks highly of me." Clayton said coldly. He is not a person who will be easily impressed.

Grone was not angry because of his actions, but added conditions:

"If you agree, I will tell you the number and location of the Holy Grail's envoys this time."

The pupils of the werewolf's yellow-green eyes shrank immediately. He was sure that he had not told anyone about this, so the only existence that might reveal this was obvious.

It was the Presbyterian assessor he couldn't remember.

"He said it was a secret!"

"It's a secret now, but it's just between you and me."

Groene took out a black and white photo and put it on the table. It showed the footprints left on the ground when Clayton jumped off the tall building after sniping the Harpy.

Footprints of that shape were uncommon except for werewolves.

"The Presbyterian Church is a latecomer to the Holy Grail Society and this city, so it knows very little about their grudges with the Mani family, and it cannot intervene because of the original agreement. But if the newcomers form grudges with them before joining the council, That's not the part we can know and control." He was implying something.

Clayton picked up the photo and stuffed it into his pocket without giving a reply:

"besides."

"What else?" The old man looked confused.

"Why do you want to kill people from the Holy Grail Society?"

Clayton peered at the old man with his eyes. He didn't think that such a small job was enough for the other party to betray another organizational envoy of a similar level.

Unless they want to do it themselves, but they can't because of the rules.

Seeing that he was so sure, Grone's expression immediately changed.

"That's not what you need to know."