Werewolf hunting rules

After returning home, Clayton focused on checking the nearby sewer entrances. Fortunately, they were far away from his house, but this also made him discover another problem with his new house.

The roads here are not very steep, and the sewer entrances are far away, so the roads will accumulate water on rainy days.

This is the bad thing about suburban houses.

Clayton relaxed again in the same way as before, but it didn't work at all.

He couldn't relax at all. Since returning from the fairyland, his luck seemed to have recovered, but he started to be unlucky again recently. He had to suspect again that it was Chude Osmar's dying curse that affected him.

In theory, such an incomplete curse should not work, but what if it does?

He thought about it and went to the warehouse to take out the altar at night.

The altar of the White Church is actually a piece of decorated white cloth. It can be gorgeous or simple, but it must be consecrated by a bishop and placed under sacred objects during the worship ceremony-including the bodies of saints.

According to the folk traditions of the local parish, the remains of the saints may be burned together with the altar cloth, or they may be dismembered. The church will collect these saints' remains in different forms and bury them in special cemeteries, and sometimes distribute them to devout believers.

Coke's clothes have been in the hands of the Presbyterian Church, and they came into his hands after Clayton made a promise.

He arranged the altar in the back garden. Looking at the gorgeous altar cloth under the clothes and the gold thread embroidered on it, he lit the fire with a little regret and watched them turn into ashes together.

Nothing happened.

The matter of Dongsen Bank seemed to have come to an end, and he returned to the state of doing nothing except work.

After returning to the study, he picked up the information given by Roderick and prepared to get to know the Presbyterian organization again.

The Council of Elders is a secret society formed by Grogne, Fisher, Dais, and Cheryl. Although it is not a secret in the eyes of some people, ordinary people cannot find the true face of this organization. It controls many companies in different fields, but this practice is not to cover itself up, but purely for profit.

Regarding the identities of the four elders, Roderick thought it necessary to let Clayton know, so he spent a lot of space to describe them.

Grogne's identity has been mentioned before. He is a chief priest of the druids and has an unusual relationship with Godolin.

Incredibly, as a forest elf who is always regarded as a guide, Grogne left Godolin to establish the Council of Elders in order to achieve his own political proposition-people should avoid excessive persecution of the environment while developing the city. Naturally, he needs some money in exchange for the promises of politicians.

Des Jonrad's identity surprised Clayton. He was a lieutenant colonel in his country's army. However, during his tenure, the influence of military rank was still low. His more important identity was a baron in the borderland and a former member of the Death Squad.

Clayton learned about the Death Squad in the military library. It was once the most elite war group in the country and was famous for its brave foot knights. The members were also called the Death Swords. They were extremely skilled in swordsmanship and tireless. It was said that they could catch up with the fastest cavalry in the world with just their legs. It was just unclear why the war group was disbanded twenty years ago.

The elder's needs were relatively simple. He needed money to maintain his heir's extravagant social life in the court and to make himself comfortable for the rest of his life.

Cheryl, this red-haired and white-skinned woman, was not competitive. Her biggest hobby was reading and collecting books. No one knew what race she belonged to. Her age changes every day, switching between 20 and 40 years old in an irregular manner, which brings a lot of trouble to her social life, so she needs some agents to handle her affairs.

Fisher, the identity of a ghoul seems to be the most ordinary, but no one dares to underestimate him.

Creatures such as devil owls, snowmen, and ghouls that can blend into the crowd in childhood and become significantly different from humans in adulthood have a unified classification in the demon hunter's illustrations - "Cuckoo Family".

When a ghoul is immature, it will grow a layer of human skin to wrap itself. When it reaches a certain age, this human skin will lose its recovery ability. Although it will not fall off automatically, fierce battles will gradually damage this skin, revealing the bronze leather underneath.

Fisher has experienced many battles, but to this day, most of his human skin is intact.

The reason why he established the Council of Elders is very simple - in order to obtain food reasonably and legally, the private hospitals and private cemeteries in this city are more or less related to him.

No one knows how these four people got together, but they all think this alliance is good.

However, although the Council of Elders was established by these four people, people's hearts are unpredictable. Some members of the Council tried to realize their dreams with the influence of the Council of Elders. They took the initiative to formulate a basic symbiotic framework to link themselves with the Council of Elders for mutual benefit. With their personal development, the power of the Council of Elders is also expanding rapidly, but the form has become more complicated, which is unexpected even by the elders.

It is precisely because of this hidden change that Des Jonrad also needs Clayton's hand to kill Akeqi.

As long as he follows the principles established by these old members and shows his own value, Clayton Bello will soon be able to seize his own right to speak.

Of course, the premise is that his purpose will not directly infringe on the interests of the elders.

This looks good. Seeing this, Clayton couldn't help but start to think about what he could do with the help of the power of the Presbyterian Church, but after careful consideration, his dream didn't seem to require external intervention.

He loves art and is also interested in natural history, which is not a field that can be accumulated by money.

He is no longer short of money, and he still has the energy to take care of his relatives and friends, but when can he realize his dream?

The werewolf spent another monotonous night with doubts.

The next day was the first day of the new year, and it was also the day of the full moon. During the day, he worked at home. Near dusk, he dispersed the servants, and then locked himself in the garden with a thick iron chain, ready to face the full moon after the clouds dispersed.

This transformation was unusual. For the first time, the werewolf retained consciousness under the full moon.

Although the transformation was uncontrollable, and although the desire to kill was like a tide hitting the shore, he still retained a trace of consciousness.

Perhaps the essence he drew from Pan was different, or perhaps the dark moon was closer to the earth than before. Even though his mind was in a state of confusion, he could still clearly feel that his body was changing rapidly. His black hair was longer and tougher, like a lushly growing iron wire. As the essence was consumed, his bone strength and muscle strength improved, but the price was that the urge to howl at the moon began to linger in his mind.

He tried to hold back his voice, but at the same time he heard several howls from other directions of the city.

There were other werewolves in the city, and their howls came at the wrong time. It was like a severe itch that could only be relieved by Clayton's response.

He didn't want to shout, so he bent down and stuffed the four sharp long fingers of his right hand into his throat, trying to suppress this instinct with a nauseous feeling.

This confrontation lasted until dawn, and he was unaware of the passage of time until he fell headfirst after the sun rose and turned into a human form. He got up an hour later, feeling lost.

He was stronger, but he felt weaker.

Maybe he should think of some way to relax.

In the south, in Ford, a city near Paternu, Cuitisse returned to her original journey.

Winter was not harsh here. She wore a nun's black and white robe and walked into a small church on the street, where someone was waiting for her.

"Sister Cuitisse, I hope you have settled your daughter." The tall and strong nun did not look back, and she had already noticed Cuitisse's arrival. She stood up from the chair and walked between two rows of benches to this companion.

Soon, they will go to the nearest knight's order as candidates to receive medical and combat training, so as to provide assistance for the next battle.

Cuitisse bowed slightly to this companion who had not committed a serious crime: "Yes, Sister Miller, I entrusted her to her uncle. He is very rich and loves her very much. She will get a better life there."

"You have such a good relative, and you still come back to become a nun?" Sister Miller asked in surprise.

Seeing Cuitisse looking up in surprise, Sister Miller realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and coughed: "I mean, money is secondary, what about him? I'm just curious."

"He has a bad record." Cuitisse said calmly. "But I trust him."

"That sounds contradictory."

"It's really contradictory."

Regarding Clayton Bello, it was difficult for Cuitisse to evaluate this relative. Even if he was not Uren's brother, he was still her best friend.

She watched him change from a pure-hearted teenager to a cold-blooded killer, an indulgent adulterer, and a liar full of nonsense. He always had excuses for the evil things he did.

"I'm a soldier, and soldiers have to kill people."

"The moral standards of the upper class are different from ours, and their husbands are not unhappy."

"My store name has already hinted at these customers, and they have to pay."

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These defenses of sin and depravity, Cuitisse can always refute them with reason and evidence, but Clayton always obeys them in stages.

Staged obedience means that he must first develop a new habit before he is willing to give up the previous one.

But even if Clayton fell to this point, she still believed that he was still willing to fight for his relatives.

"The reason why he became bad is that this society does not value conscience, but persecutes people with conscience and encourages people who indulge in lust. He is a layman and cannot be self-sufficient."

"There is nothing wrong with being a layman." Sister Miller said. "And it doesn't mean that such people can't enter heaven, as long as they are willing to repent."

"Yes." Cuiti Si agreed: "I always believe that he can get on the right track. Because people like him are a pure mirror, how others treat him, he is the same."

"If someone wants to play tricks, he will become more cunning and vicious than the other party, using all means, and will never stop until the other party feels pain. But if the other party invites him to a duel in an upright manner, he will ask the other party to choose a weapon at hand first."

"Choose your weapon quickly, kid!"

Clayton Bellow said viciously to the young officer in front of him, while slapping the sword and pistol on the table together.