Werewolf hunting rules

Groene was still somewhat surprised by Clayton's gains.

A creature with such a large placenta, even if it is just a mortal object, is definitely worth a lot of money.

The growth cycle of this creature must be terrifyingly long.

Time makes ordinary things valuable.

I don’t know how the people from the Holy Grail Society brought such a thing to Sasha City, or has this thing always been in Sasha City?

"If I dig it up, will anyone in the Presbyterian Church be willing to bid?" Clayton asked the question he was most concerned about.

The trophies that he couldn't figure out how to use had to be exchanged for some value.

"That's a good question," Groene tapped his fingers on the table methodically: "But how are you going to bring it? The Presbyterian Church can't help in this process, and we don't have such a large transportation tool."

"How about cutting it up and bringing it over?"

"The more complete it is, the better it will be used as a casting material. If it is chopped into pieces, it will be worthless. If you can get the rest intact, I can pay you at least six thousand pounds." Groene was very happy. He wanted to acquire the placenta himself, but he decided that Clayton couldn't handle it on his own, and he couldn't stand these behaviors for some reasons.

"You even ate part of it. If it was originally intact, then this action caused serious losses. It is the most inefficient use behavior in the eyes of people who know the goods."

Clayton didn't care, it was his trophy and he should do with it as he pleased.

"I will find someone to help. Please prepare some money, elder."

Six thousand pounds was a figure that Clayton could not refuse, and his current savings was less than half that.

In order to get the money, Clayton thought of a guy who didn't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky.

The Holy Grail Society originally followed Joe back, and he had the responsibility to help.

"Have you met any treasure guardians before seeing this thing?" Grone asked him.

"Oh, this is the second trophy I got." Clayton took out the Horn rat from his pocket and placed it on the table. The latter was languid and showed no signs of escaping when it was placed on the table.

It struggled with Clara's head for two hours, and finally Clara couldn't help but roast it with her spiritual flame for two hours.

The once beautiful childhood friendship broke down in the birdcage.

"A ratwalker is guarding that giant placenta. I think beastwalkers are quite rare. Is there any way you can re-educate him and let him help us?"

Groene was a little more interested. Rat Walker's ability was very good as a commercial espionage: "Where is his person?"

"Killed by me," Clayton said simply.

"Then it's useless." Grone instantly lost interest and stuffed the Horn rat back: "The beastwalker who loses his body will slowly turn into a real beast. Large creatures are better and can retain a lot of memories. Rat This small-brained animal can retain almost nothing. Within a month, it will turn into a real mouse. You can feed it to a cat, and at least the cat will thank you."

Clayton put away the mouse.

It was as if both of his trophies were greatly devalued because of the wrong approach, but he felt no frustration.

Anyway, there is almost no cost, and you can earn whatever you get.

"I have one more question," he said.

"Do you know about the Blood of Desire ritual?"

Grone immediately understood: "Have you ever made a deal with a ghost?"

No one but the Ghost would know such a thing, and no one would tell the new members of the Presbytery.

"I don't remember the specifics, but it's probably like this." Clayton continued his question: "He said that the blood of desire ritual can twist people into incomplete dark descendants. Was the Holy Grail Order useful in the first place? Children transformed into servants?”

The old man shook his head: "I had just arrived in Sasha City when they were leaving, and I didn't know much about these things. However, there are many related rumors. You can look up the newspapers from that year. They seemed to have adopted many children through legal means. .”

"Can I make another deal with the ghost?" Clayton refused to give up.

He suspected that the "dedication" mentioned by Clara was a synonym for participating in the Blood of Desire Ceremony.

But Haun and Clara could obtain the full power and curse of the Dark One, while the two monitors sent by the Holy Grail only had the curse but no power. He wanted to know the difference.

"Then you can only wait for him to come to you. I can't find him usually."

Clayton frowned: "What position does he hold in the meeting? I thought you could control him as an elder."

Groene denied his view: "No one can control ghosts. As long as they are determined to embark on the painful and lonely path of seeking knowledge, nothing in the world can control them. *** is willing to help us, this has nothing to do with the Presbyterian Church , it’s a personal relationship.”

"How on earth do you remember him?"

"Because of power," Gronje said.

Clayton had never found this word in the book, but he was keenly aware that it was a very critical thing.

"What is power?"

"It is the spiritual power that everything you do brings to you. The true name is effective. Whether you do good or evil, a part of the power will be passed on to you. What you do is close to the limit of your ability. The power you get The more you do. People who witness your behavior will also provide you with power." The dark green-haired old man explained here and stopped very measuredly.

"what's it for?"

"Increase charisma."

Clayton once again suspected that Gronje was amusing himself, but he had no proof.

Fortunately, Gronje soon discovered that he had avoided the important and made up for this mistake: "I still have memory."

Clayton looked at the old man gloomily.

Grone didn't show it, but the werewolf could feel the pleasure inside him.

When teaching newborns, the elderly can feel an almost innocent joy.

"Essentially, power is the ability to communicate with all things, even if you are not aware of its existence, it is always operating. You may have heard of some heinous criminals who never received any education, but they can rely on vulgar words Gathering a large number of fans. There are also some beings hailed as saints by the White Sect. They are not beast whisperers, but beasts can be easily tamed by them. This is the power of authority."

"Are you saying that unless I constantly challenge my limits, I can only have this power when I get older?" Clayton grasped the point.

"I prefer to say this: experience and training make you strong." Grone said with a smile: "I know you desire power, which is the instinct of a werewolf. But don't be anxious, because anxiety will not help."

"By the way, if you decide to do something big in the near future, I am willing to support you with a few people as assistants. They are all people who are unwilling to join the Presbyterian Church but are in need of inhibitors, so you can use them as you wish."

The old man laid out three pictures on the table.

One was the Semitic woman that Clayton had seen before in the waiting room of the Pulitzer mansion, and the other was the cursed person sitting in the corner of the banquet.

Then there's Julius.

"This." Clayton poked at Julius's photo: "He seems to be your son. Isn't he a member of the Presbyterian Church?"

"I fired him yesterday."

Speaking of Julius, Groene didn't look happy to see a sandwich.

Creighton was treated better than Julius in front of Gronje.

"Although this is your family matter, can I ask why?" Clayton didn't mean to gloat.

Although Julius had offended him, a father who did not love his son made him feel even more repulsed.

"There are many reasons, but the main reason is that he ruined my reputation. People dare not offend him because of my status, so I need someone who dares to discipline him." Groene looked at Clayton and said very seriously: " You beat him once, so I guess you don’t mind teaching him a few more lessons.”

"Can you accept how harshly I treat him?"

"Do whatever you please."

Clayton didn't like this development, but had no choice but to agree.

Before leaving the office, he asked Groene one last question - why did he always want to see him in person?

Faced with this question, Groene's answer was full of philosophy: "I would rather listen to the words of a traveler who often travels across mountains and rivers than a speech on success by a rich man who made a fortune selling local tobacco."

In the end, Clayton couldn't figure out whether Gronje was praising himself when he said this.