Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton envisioned the scene of his contact with the Black Claw clan, but he did not expect that the first Black Claw member he met, Lynde Conglione, would be so enthusiastic.

He knows what the other person wants to do.

It's not that he is arrogant, but to be honest, Clayton Bello is confident that his physical fitness is absolutely elite among werewolves.

It is the instinct of all organizations to absorb new blood and build a strong team.

Ginger and Edgar may have died at the hands of these werewolves, but Lynd was pleasant to Clayton. This repeated story reminded him of a certain Mr. Owl, and their last exchange had an unpleasant outcome.

Chatting on the dock was not a pleasant thing. The smell of sewage here was very unpleasant. Lind handed over the affairs to others and invited Clayton to his shop to discuss.

Clayton agreed, and as for Julius - it was time for them to separate. There shouldn't be any obstacles on the way to Sasha City by water, and the wizard could make the return trip alone.

Linde's boat rental shop looks simple on the inside, but the actual asset value is not low. The boats docked at the dock alone are worth thousands of pounds. There are also two medium-sized boats that have been hoisted in the workspace on the first floor of the shop waiting for repairs. The young men who had just hid in the speedboat saw them coming in, so they went out to work again.

There was no place to sit on the first floor, so Lind led Clayton to the second floor along the iron stairs attached to the wall.

Before going up, Clayton saw a privately modified arc generator beside the back door of the inconspicuous store. It looked like a huge black door shaft and was attached to both sides of the door panel.

This kind of attack device usually appears next to the distribution box on the street. It is used to attack thieves who try to extinguish street lights and birds that come to rest. Through some technology that Clayton cannot understand, it automatically detects approaching objects and attacks them. Attack, only staff with special metal tokens can avoid this kind of monitoring.

The power of the arc generator on the distribution box is only enough to knock people unconscious, and the upper limit of the power of private modification only depends on personal wishes.

There must be something behind this door that Lind doesn't want people to see.

Clayton followed Linde, while recalling the places he passed along the way. The gaps between the buildings were blocked by barbed wire and iron sheets, and they were connected together to isolate the inside and outside. He did not find an obvious entrance.

And this blocked area also surrounds the backyard of the building where they are now.

This back door can lead to the interior of the blockade.

What is the Black Claw trying to do by sealing off such a large area?

Lind took Clayton to the private studio on the second floor. It was similar to Clayton's own studio on the rusted silver coin. There were many complete tools and some mechanical components scattered on the long table against the wall. Those important The unfinished and unfinished things are covered with white cloth to isolate them from the corrosion of water vapor, which looks very careful.

When they sat down, Clayton did not immediately raise his question. Lind's actions already let him know what kind of character he should show to induce the other party to proactively reveal more information.

A wild wolf who has little understanding of the current situation of the dark descendants and possesses considerable strength but is content with the status quo.

"Thanks for your invitation, but we don't seem to be familiar with each other yet." Clayton adjusted his expression, and at the same time did not put down the suitcase, but put it on his lap, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

"But if you want, we can get to know each other very well in the future."

Linde looked at the vigilant young werewolf in front of him, and his smile became more cordial: "Young man, maybe you sometimes feel that you are alone and unable to deal with some difficult things?"

"No," Creighton said. "I'm fine. There's nothing I can't handle."

"Well, maybe not yet, but not necessarily in the future. Difficulties always surface little by little." Seeing Clayton's face looking a little ugly, Lind suddenly raised his hand: "Don't think I'm talking empty words. Times are changing very fast now. In the past, there were very few stray werewolves like you, but now they are gradually becoming more common."

"You should have felt that our other mother is about to break out of the curtain of the starry sky and return to us."

"However, she is not just our mother, she also gave birth to many other alien creatures. In addition to humans, our alien 'brothers' are also hostile to us. Now, their number is increasing day by day, they do not know how to restrain themselves, and they are often stupid. Being exposed to good people will inevitably affect our normal lives. "

"For survival and development, what is more reliable than joining forces with brothers of the same race like us?"

"The Conglione family is the ruler here, and we have the ability to protect our members."

When he paused, Clayton immediately rolled his eyes and responded: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, I prefer to act alone. And this is too far away from my home, and I can't do it for a threat that hasn't happened yet. Give up my career.”

"Your career?"

"I work for an insurance company. My current salary is enough for me to accumulate enough assets to get married before I am thirty-five. I am very satisfied with this job and have no idea of ​​changing my career for the time being."

"Then you have to change your mind, my friend. Because as I just said, the number of accidents caused by other aliens will only increase, and your business will inevitably involve these dangerous incidents. You Sooner or later it will fall into it.”

"That's true," Clayton mused, as if he really had such worries.

"You may have learned about the survival of us creatures from some channels, but how can outsiders' opinions compare to personal experience? Join us, and you will not have to be frightened before the full moon night. Brothers and sisters of the clan "I will protect you and guide you," Linde said sincerely, he has completely become a loyal friend, making suggestions for Clayton's safety.

"And you don't have to worry about work. When you join the clan, you will know how we make a living. We don't need to suppress our bloodthirsty nature. It is not a sin, but it can help us survive."

The Conlione family is also involved in the assassin business. Clayton judged this. His heart was not disturbed, but he still frowned.

"Bloodthirsty is not a sin. What you said really surprised me. Are you crazy? It is exactly the reason why we are hated by people!"

"It's not crazy. Even if you think it's a curse, it's one of us. It's an ingrained part of who we are. If you think it's a sin, then shouldn't we exist?"

As he spoke, Lindling Clayton unexpectedly joined his hands in a prayerful gesture: "We are all created by the Heavenly Father. Since He shaped us into our current shape, our existence must be reasonable. If not, with the Holy Spirit By the power of the Lord, we no longer exist in this world.”

"Our ancestors once accepted the protection of the Grand Duke, were knighted, and were baptized for generations. Now they still follow the glory of the queen and rule this land. If they call us evil, then what does this country mean?"

Clayton's shock was palpable. This was not something he was good at pretending. His feelings came from the bottom of his heart.

"Holy Grail Club?"

“Everything is holy,” Lind said.

The so-called all things are holy means that the Creator creates everything and is omnipotent. Therefore, the existence of all creation is due to His divine will. There are differences between species and there is no superior or inferior.

This is the theory of a certain branch of the White Sect, which is more moderate than the Holy Grail Society. The Holy Law Orthodox Sect does not openly reject this doctrinal understanding. It is said that many dark descendants burdened by the curse have found their own peace because of this.

There are also many believers in the theory of all things being holy in the Presbyterian Church of Sasha City, which allows them to cooperate relatively harmoniously with the White Sect - even though most of the church clergy in Sasha City belong to the Three-Phase Unique Order who despise the dark descendants, some of them sympathize with the dark descendants. There are also many believers.

Clayton also believed in the existence of the Creator, but he did not believe that another group of mortal beings could explain such a great divine intention, nor did he think that the gods needed to do anything on their own, so he was not moved by this: "Maybe we should talk about some practical things. "My identity as a werewolf doesn't bother me for the time being, and I don't care if there is a god who loves me."

Linde still looked pleasant and not unhappy at being interrupted:

"Practical? We are talking about practical things. Like you, I also have a secular identity and job. As you can see, I am here repairing boats and renting out boats. But when the sun sets and the moon rises, that's who I am. The time of existence. My other brothers and sisters and I live according to the way of our ancient ancestors, releasing our nature and helping each other.”

"Tell me about the connection between 'bloodthirsty nature' and 'means of livelihood.'" Clayton said with emphasis.

"I knew you were a warrior. If you hadn't lied to me, maybe you had been in the army?"

The expression of the 'insurance company's forensics investigator' immediately changed. He stood up abruptly, exuding considerable hostility: "How did you see that?"

"If you hadn't killed anyone, you wouldn't be as strong as you are now. Judging from your appearance, maybe you killed more people than me before awakening." Linde spoke in a voice without caring about the workers downstairs, just like They could hear the shouts of the people below from upstairs, and the people below could definitely hear his conversation, but no one disturbed them or expressed uneasy thoughts.

Nothing changed, but Clayton felt the air tighten.

"What's the connection?" He calmed down his hostility slightly and sat down slowly, letting curiosity creep onto his face.

Everything is under control.

This move really satisfied Lind: "The nature of werewolves is seeds, and without blood, we cannot grow well. Do you know about power?"

"I've heard of it."

"Just hearing about it is not enough to make you understand the importance of power to our tribe. Power is the power of communication. The more we fight with all our strength, the more power we will gain after victory. And when it is related to our own The combination of the cursed blood can resonate with other clan members who have shared the blood, and thus the 'law' was born. The more difficult battles we have experienced, the more power we have and the more power of the law we can exert. Strong. We can use laws to influence the weaker members of the same clan and make them obey most of our orders."

This power operates in the same way that a werewolf can command wolves and dogs.

The feeling of familiarity made Clayton unhappy. He frowned and asked, "Do you completely follow the law of respecting the strong?"

Linde shook his head: "That's not entirely true. In a clan, strength does not mean everything. We also have our own morals."

"Even if the strength is not strong enough, or the body has suffered injuries that cannot be healed and is dying, as long as the law on the body is strong, it can also show that this werewolf has fought to the death many times. All werewolves will recognize and respect this will and battle honor. No matter They will control each other with laws. Only the clan leader has the authority to order all werewolves."

"You have a strong power of authority. If you join us, you will immediately become the 'fang' of the clan, which is second only to the clan leader and elders."

"I want to think about it again." Clayton was hesitant, and he seemed to be about to be moved.

"If you are willing to join us, we can teach you how to speak the language of werewolves. The werewolves who have awakened in recent years do not know this, just like innocent babies." Lind then explained to Clayton: "I can tell you in advance that this still requires the power of the law. And further, integrating the power of the law into the roar can not only convey information, but also strengthen the war cry, so that the law can take effect on other species. A strong enough law can make other creatures obey us and even voluntarily offer their lives."

The saints use power to communicate with nature and all living things, while the werewolves use it to kill.

But if the concept of "everything is holy" is used to judge, there is no difference between these two practices.

Clayton then realized why he couldn't master the werewolf language, because he had no werewolves of the same bloodline to communicate with, and he didn't know how to integrate power into the cursed blood.

The technique of this skill might not be difficult, but it was not easy to take the first step without a clue.

Clayton originally hoped to learn the war cry by holding the curse binding ceremony again to read the memories of other ancestors, but now there is a new way. He wanted Lind to spit out this basic knowledge in exchange for his "trust", but he couldn't rush it now.

He pretended that he was not interested in this and returned to the previous topic.

"You haven't explained how we make a living by killing."

The change in the title made Lind more convinced that he was about to recruit an elite warrior for the clan. He did not hide it and said: "Some friends will come to us because of our reputation, tell us about their misfortunes, and hope that we can solve their disputes with a stubborn person. They are willing to offer generous gifts for this. At this time, it is our turn to come forward."

"What if your behavior is seen by mortals?"

"They'd better hope that they don't see it." Lind said meaningfully. He looked at Clayton with a waiting look. The meaning of his eyes was very simple. He didn't intend to reveal more information, including the skill of mastering the werewolf language, unless Clayton was willing to join.

And this result had been decided long ago.

In this case, Clayton decided to ask the last thing at the right time, that is, to understand the fate of Jin Jie and Edgar, but asking this question might arouse the other party's suspicion, so he had to make a good start.