Werewolf hunting rules

Creighton wasn't worried about Joe Money.

At least when they left the underground theater last night, they were already out of sight of the Holy Grail Society. After that, as long as Joe didn't go home, it wouldn't be difficult to get rid of the chase.

Clayton would not take the initiative against the Holy Grail Society for his personal grudges.

It is too risky to challenge an unknown enemy. The lieutenant is now a businessman, and what the businessman hates most is turmoil. He would rather keep the Holy Grail in an unknown and peaceful state.

I just don’t know what the other person thinks.

After cleaning the first floor, he went upstairs and made himself a pot of black tea, then spread out a piece of letter paper on the table and prepared to write a letter.

The pen absorbed enough ink, and the tip left a curve on the paper——

"My beloved."

"Shit!"

Clayton Bello leaned back heavily, planning to rest for two minutes before writing the next letter.

He would not ask Tritis for help if it was not a last resort.

That woman was the wife of his late brother, Ulen Bello, who was also a nasty narcissist.

After Ulen's death, Clayton wrote a letter asking her to take good care of her brother and her common daughter. If she could not find a gentleman of good character, she should try not to remarry, lest her stepfather would have a bad influence on the child.

As a result, the letter was misinterpreted to mean something else.

This suspicion developed until Clayton mentioned in his letter that Tritis would reject him if he wanted to visit them, but the money he sent would be accepted.

Thanks to her, he still doesn't know what his eldest brother's daughter, Donna Bello, looks like.

Thinking of this woman's face, Clayton felt the urge to throw a dart.

But sadly, she is the only person he can trust now.

Cuitis once completed a complete nun training in the monastery, which may be able to answer his questions - about the meaning of the existence of those extraordinary things, and the way the White Sect interprets and handles them.

With a long sigh, Clayton started writing carefully, blurring the problem he encountered and applying it to the friend who had just come up with a name. He expressed his surprise after seeing the extraordinary world, and then started with this and gradually extended it.

The teapot was bottomed out before I knew it, and the letter was almost full.

After he actually put pen to paper, he discovered that he wanted to ask several times more questions than he had initially considered.

He checked the contents to make sure there was nothing that would cause Cuitisi to misunderstand, and then he put the letter paper into the envelope and prepared to write the address and recipient's name.

The hand holding the pen suddenly stopped, and Clayton turned his head to look at the window.

There was a smell that he had smelled only yesterday coming from the window.

"Mr. Bello, you have a visitor." Charlotte's voice came from outside the door.

Clayton put down the pen in response, then took out a revolver from the drawer and inserted it into the belt around his waist, covering it with his clothes.

When he served in Loren, he used old-fashioned equipment and had never fired a breech-loading gun. However, the revolver was a new type of weapon that was easy to use. The six shot chances more than make up for the lack of accuracy and excessive recoil.

Waiting downstairs was a woman with honey-colored skin, a very delicate appearance, and wearing a floor-length blue dress.

Clayton came down the stairs with a smile on his face that he would do to all customers, and then took off his hat to greet her: "Madam, it's nice to see you. I wonder what you want to see me for?"

Judging from the smell, this woman is Rosa who danced on the stage wearing a veil last night.

Clayton wasn't sure what her purpose was, but he hoped to keep the situation peaceful.

If that doesn't work, there's still a revolver.

At least he won't transform until the bullets in the gun run out.

Compared to last night, Rosa looked much quieter. She took a step forward, lifted her skirt and curtsied: "I'm sorry to bother you, but we actually met last night."

This action was like that of an aristocratic lady, and Clayton showed a half-serious expression of doubt on his face:

"I'm sorry I don't remember, but where did you see me?"

The dancer's face was a little flushed, as if she really felt that her job was a bit shameful:

"I was on stage."

Clayton opened his mouth slightly, trying to sound surprised - if he didn't have an extraordinary sense of smell, it would really surprise him.

"I'm here to find someone this time. I wonder where Mr. Mani, who came with you, was?"

Rosa's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips, and looked past Clayton towards the stairs, as if she wanted to explore the space upstairs:

"He left too early last night, and my scarf is still with him."

Clayton didn't know what kind of trick she was playing, or he just came to test because he didn't know the relationship between Joe and himself.

But it is true that even if the Holy Grail will always monitor Joe, he will keep a certain distance and not everything can be monitored.

Thinking of this, his expression immediately changed into the look of an upper-class person looking at a bitch with both desire and disgust: "Qiao Mani is not here. I don't know why you came here to find him, but I can tell you that he lives here." Where."

Seeing that he noticed her eyes, Rosa smiled sheepishly:

"I know, and I have already been to his house. He is not at home, but he left a note asking me to come to you. That gauze scarf is not very cheap, and I only have one for performances."

The antique dealer slapped the counter next to him, startling Charlotte who was in a daze behind her:

"Damn it, this bastard! Did he write like this? Your things are not here with me, how can I return them for him?"

Rosa was also stunned when she saw his reaction: "Sorry, I thought you were friends."

Clayton sneered in his heart, she liked acting, and he could accompany her to the end.

"A friend wouldn't pay his debt with junk and strip club tickets,"

He spread his hands and made up the illusion that he and the other party were on the same side: "Last night, I asked him to temporarily help run errands, but he ran away with my goods, and now I don't know where he is fooling around."

It would be best if you could just get yourself out of trouble, or at least let the other party believe that you are not the enemy.

Rosa smiled reluctantly: "I didn't expect him to be such a person. I gave him the family ring as a token of love. Now, I probably can't get it back, right?"

She said that the circles under her eyes were red, and her pitiful appearance was unbearable.

If it weren't for the deep-rooted smell of corpse on her body, Clayton would almost believe it.

He sighed and took out his handkerchief and gave it to her: "If you are talking about rings, Joe did leave a silver ring, which he used to pay off the debt of sixty pounds."

The dancer's eyes sparkled: "Can I have a look?"

"certainly."

Clayton went upstairs and took off the ring. He really planned to return it to the other party.

This bishop's seal can only release the deformation effect of inhuman monsters. This ability is of no use to him. If there is no suitable buyer, it will be just an ordinary ancient silver ornament.

If he stayed here and was discovered by the Holy Grail Society, it would only arouse suspicion.

Seeing the ring, Rosa's body relaxed suddenly, and she stretched out her hand to grab the ring:

"Thanks."

Clayton took a step back and avoided her hand: "If you can pay fifty pounds, you can take it back."

It is impossible without the slightest request. Who dares to believe in free gifts?

"That's right." The dancer took back her hand, her face turning red. "Sorry, I didn't bring enough money today."

"It's okay, Miss Rosa. You can slowly collect the money, and I will keep the ring for you, for the sake of the Holy Light." Clayton put away the ring without any mercy, and then began to see off the guests:

"Forgive me for not sending it away. If you see Joe, let me know. This year is almost over and he still owes me three hundred pounds."

Rosa walked away looking very disappointed,

Clayton was not too happy. Although he strived for peace, he would actually rather have a battle.

The more unwilling the Holy Grail Society is to have an open conflict, the more serious it is that Joe Mani has caused a serious matter, so much so that the people of the Holy Grail Society have made plans to hide in Sasha City for a long time.

He regretted not asking clearly last night.

Joe took away two things from the Holy Grail Society. One was the Bishop's Seal, which is now in his hand. Another thing was destroyed, but the people of the Holy Grail Society didn't know that this should be the purpose of their stay in Sasha City.

The thing that was destroyed must have been incredibly important.

Three days later, Rosa from the Holy Grail Club did not come to the store.

The bishop's seal lay quietly in the studio, ignored.

After choosing a good time to send the letter to Tritis to the post office, Clayton returned home cautiously.

His house was under surveillance.

The Watcher appeared after Rosa visited the Rusty Silver Coin. Apparently, the Grail Order misjudged their relationship because Joe Marnie went to see a striptease show and asked Rosa to give him tickets.

The low-rent apartment where Clayton lived temporarily was in St. Modre Parish, only one street away from the so-called slums. Black iron railings and spikes separated them, just like the ancients who guarded against smallpox epidemics.

Some people want to come in, some want to get out.

Clayton didn't know if he was free of suspicion in the eyes of the Holy Grail Society, but he was unwilling to test it.

The strange smell of corpses was permeating everywhere, and he had to pretend not to notice it.

Follow him if you want. Anyway, he and the Holy Grail will have no personal grudges, and all actions will be legal and legitimate.

Clayton glanced at the window in the living room. The gray curtains there had always been closed, but now there were signs of being opened.

The smell of corpses was everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish the source and the place where it disappeared.

It seems that not only was he being followed today, but someone also broke into the house and rummaged through the cabinets.

He left the door open to allow the wind from the corridor to blow in, then went to the living room and bedroom to open the windows for ventilation, and finally lit a candle and walked to the cellar.

There was some bloody beef frozen in the cellar. Clayton originally planned to eat it raw because the landlord who raised the dog said that eating raw meat was good for the fur. He thought this experience might also be effective for werewolves.

But he has been stared at by these stinking people for the past few days, and it is not easy for him to transform at home.

Clayton is not good at cooking, so he can't cook it himself.

Counting the time, those ice cubes should melt. If we don't deal with these frozen meats, they will also stink.

He opened the cellar lid, held the candle in one hand, and climbed down the steep stairs with the other.

Before my feet touched the ground, a strong stench of accumulated silt hit my nostrils.

The fresh and old rotten smells appeared together, giving Clayton a bad feeling.