Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton got the medicine.

Groene gave him the special medicine to suppress his nature and a Sheriff's Silver Star badge.

The Presbyterian Church is planning to buy a building in St. Alvin Parish to be used as a branch of the Sheriff's Department. Once it is finalized, Clayton can take office, which will take less than two weeks at the latest.

At the end of the conversation, he told Clayton some news as an advance.

The Holy Grail Society only sent three envoys back to Sasha City this time, two women and one man. Clayton had already killed one of them, the harpy.

Among the three envoys is a dark priest, the one who mastered the Blood of Desire ritual, and is also a woman.

Because of her special abilities, people called her the "faceless Spider Priest". She was someone Groene knew when the Presbyterian Church was not yet established.

Extraordinaries used strength to seize power in the past, and then used power to judge strength.

Squire, knight, grand knight, legion commander, champion, scepter, crown.

This practice became so popular that darkin also began to use this method to divide classes.

Groene classifies Clayton as a knight, the same as the spider priest.

However, this crude method can only quantify the destructive power of the body, and cannot truly reflect the level of an extraordinary person.

Some beings may only have the physical strength of ordinary people at ordinary times, but under special circumstances they can destroy a town on their own.

The Cursed and the Wizard are such beings.

For example, the legendary pied piper used magical music to help the townspeople of Hamlin drive away the disease-carrying rats. However, the short-sighted townspeople used pitchforks and pokers to drive him away in order to save money. So that night, the angry flute player played music again, causing the children in the entire town to lose their minds and disappear into the depths of the forest with him.

Darkin can also be wizards.

The Spider Priest is such a natural wizard. In addition, she is also a telepath.

Her unique talent advantage gives her extraordinary wisdom. She is not only good at black magic, but can also communicate with demons in hell.

Groene recommended Clayton to find her real body and then snipe her.

If it is realized that an opponent who is also a transcendent is targeting him, the Spider Priest will activate his abilities without any scruples and use the blood of desire to transform his followers. By then, Clayton may encounter hundreds of enemies. s attack.

Because the Spider Priest has the ability to change her appearance, the Council of Elders cannot be sure that she is herself at the moment, rather than using a substitute disguise made by others.

But when she first came to Sasha City, her identity was already determined—Rosa, the dancer at the Broken Wing Angel strip club.

It's impossible to say that Clayton doesn't regret it. If he knew that Rosa was the Spider Priest, he would have done it when she came to rust the silver coins. Well, it's useless to know. The Holy Grail would still be in his eyes at that time. It's just the super-powered gangsters that Joe Mani recruited, and he thought he could avoid them by keeping a low profile.

As for the remaining man, Clayton didn't care about him.

Because he has never seen this person, the ones who have made him angry so far are the "monsters" created by the Blood of Desire ritual.

He was angered by the blasphemous and twisted tactics and felt guilty for killing them.

These emotions were what drove him to continue hunting members of the Holy Grail Society, and they had nothing to do with Joe Mani.

Since Grone said that among the special envoys of the Holy Grail Society, only the Spider Priest knew how to perform the blood of desire ritual, it didn't matter whether the others were killed or not.

When Clayton identified his target, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned home easily.

He'll have the appetite for a big meal again tonight.

After returning home, Clayton completed the work of receiving and writing letters, and weaved the feather fans popular in the Hanaway Islands according to the customer's requirements. His hands were full of glue made of natural materials, and he also removed the threads on some worthless jewelry. Decorated with broken gems, but there is no time to finish it today, so I can only continue it during the day tomorrow.

At ten o'clock, he read books to supplement his occult knowledge, practiced mastering the power after transformation, ate a lot of raw meat to supplement his physical strength, and fed Clara by the way.

Today’s schedule is also very fulfilling.

Clara was eating minced meat in the glass fish tank with peace of mind. There was only minced meat in her eyes and no hatred.

Clayton was even a little moved when he saw her comfortable state.

He couldn't help but think that if he were so stupid, he would definitely be happy.

If a person is moved by sympathy, it is no different than going crazy, and he cannot stop without causing some serious trouble for himself.

Just like him now, he originally had nothing to do with the Holy Grail Society, but suddenly he had to kill the other party.

Just because the Holy Grail made him accidentally kill a poor person, which made him feel unhappy.

Clayton moved the fish tank to the table and planned to talk to Clara again.

He has lived here alone for four years, and he has never had the experience of chatting with his roommates.

Even if the other person almost killed him once, he can now provide some spiritual comfort to relieve his loneliness.

He fished out the head and greeted her: "Good evening, Clara."

"Gah——" Clara said. "Clara, good evening."

Clayton had to correct her: "You, Clara. Me, Clayton."

He flicked his fingers back and forth, hoping to make this guy understand the use of personal pronouns. If the other party remains in this state, the efficiency of their communication may be quite low.

"You, Clayton. No me, just Clara."

“Isn’t this knowing how to use ‘you’ and ‘I’?!”

Clayton suddenly became nervous. Clara was smarter than he thought, giving him a sense of déjà vu as if the fish in the fish tank were also observing humans.

"Everyone doesn't want me, everyone just wants Clara."

Clara explained without unnecessary emotion.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant, so he coughed twice and asked her what he wanted to know:

"I'm not Joe Mani, and I'll give meat to bullies, so do you still want to kill me?"

"Clara doesn't want to anymore."

Clara's expression was determined, and if she had a neck at this moment, she would definitely shake her head vigorously.

"Then if you saw Joe Mani, would you still kill him?"

"Clara must fulfill her mission."

"You don't know Joe Mani, how can you be sure that the person you found is him?"

"Blood, y-yawn. Clara will know it when she tastes his blood."

Clara yawned twice, feeling tired after eating.

Clayton lamented the inefficiency of her judgment method: "That means you have to bite everyone you see to make sure you have found the right person?"

"Clara has met Joe Mani. Clara knows what he looks like. There are very few people who look like that. Clara knows how to find him."

"how does he look like?"

"Just as big as your head, ugly, red, and wrinkled. Clara didn't like him."

After hearing this, Clayton could already bet anyone that Clara would never find Joe in her life.

However, it still surprised him that Clara had seen Joe as a baby. After all, she looked so young, and he never expected that she would be in the same generation as him or even older.

"Then why did you recognize me as him in the first place?"

The girl pursed her lips in grievance: "Clara is too hungry, and her mother said she can eat anyone who comes into the room. But only by eating Joe Mani can Clara be free."

Clayton thought about it and felt something was wrong. It has been thirty or forty years since the Holy Grail Society left this city, and Joe Mani was born only after that. What kind of contract would involve a baby who would be born in the future.

And with Clara staying in the house, who on earth would keep feeding her?

"Who fed you at Joe's house?"

"There haven't been any, so Clara has been hungry."

When she said this, she was looking at the remaining meat on Clayton's hand, licking her lips greedily, so he had to tear off some more and feed it to her.

"Have you really eaten nothing in all these years?"

The girl chewed the minced meat, her eyes full of sincerity: "It's true, Clara doesn't lie."

Clayton was brooding over his experience of being deceived by stupid people: "But I was deceived by you last time! I caught up with you after you said you were going to run away."

"Because Clayton is stupid."

Clayton was so angry that he leaned back in his chair, then realized what he was doing, and quickly put Clara back into the fish tank filled with developer, put up the hanging cabinet, and completely covered it with a piece of cloth.

If she couldn't be silenced, who knew what terrible things she could say.

After reading impatiently for a while, the church in St. Mored Parish also started to ring the bells.

The melodious ringing of bells means that day is about to begin again.

The werewolf lost its hair and shrank back to normal human size.

He put on his clothes, washed himself, and prepared to go to the General Security Bureau again.