Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton maintained a cautious attitude, covering his head with one hand and his heart with the other, and walked toward the basement.

The young man left in the basement was standing next to the huge sarcoma. Clayton's peripheral vision glanced over and saw the head of a Salvation Army officer and the body of a soldier at his feet.

Seeing Clayton enter, he suddenly drew a flintlock musket and fired.

He aimed accurately and caught the right moment when Clayton lowered his head and couldn't see clearly when he fired. The silver bullet that restrained the dark descendant passed through Clayton's palm and hit the thick muscles of his chest, splattering with blood. But that's all, it didn't penetrate the lungs or heart further.

The projectile didn't have enough kinetic energy, which was the only mistake.

Such pain can no longer make Clayton lose control. Although Clara is not very powerful, she is still good at torturing people with mental magic.

In short, his tolerance increased.

He didn't wait for the opponent to pounce or take out a second gun to shoot, so he put down his hand and looked at the opponent.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slightly childish face.

This member of the Holy Grail Club may not be called a young man, but a teenager is more appropriate, but he is about the same height as an adult.

Realizing that he failed to kill with one blow, the young man looked shocked, but made no further moves.

This look on his face made Clayton feel familiar.

The werewolf strode forward and reached down to clasp his head with his claws.

The boy's expression was approaching horror, but it was not because of the violence, but because he discovered Clayton's identity.

"How dare the Presbyterians openly defy the contract? Aren't you afraid of the mediator?!"

Clayton didn't know who the mediator was, but he knew that it was unreasonable for someone from the Holy Grail Society to recognize him as a member of the Presbyterian Church as soon as they met. He had only joined the Council not long ago, and he was usually sure that no one would monitor his whereabouts.

Then there is only one answer.

Someone from the Grail Order had seen him at the Pulitzer Mansion.

This kind of thing is not good.

With manic blood flowing, Clayton in werewolf form didn't like others to contradict him.

"We can talk later, but shut up now."

He held the boy's head and banged it against the wall. The boy didn't resist at all, as if he was just an ordinary person. Although he didn't faint immediately, his face turned red and his nose even started to bleed.

Clayton had to stop, lest there be no one left to ask questions for a while.

He roughly drags his prisoner out of the basement and works his way up to find Joe.

"I wish women would be kinder to me," Joe said.

His lantern was turned over beside him, the fire was out, and the gun was thrown away somewhere.

Worst of all, he was hung upside down in the attic.

The window was wide open, and the cold moonlight shone on his bare belly.

He looked very embarrassed, but he had almost no injuries, and the person who captured him was nowhere to be found. Seeing this situation, the boy who was captured by Clayton felt regretful.

There was too much dust here, but Clayton was sure he smelled perfume.

He asked Joe: "Who attacked you?"

"It's a few people I don't know."

"I just called you, why didn't you respond?"

"I didn't hear it."

Joe answered one by one, and at the same time, because he was hanging facing the window, he could not see Clayton. If it weren't for the lack of change in tone, he might not have recognized that the deep voice belonged to Clayton.

"I'm going to put you down."

Clayton cut the rope with his nails, and Joe tried his best to protect his head and neck before landing, slapping it to the ground like a piece of bacon.

"Have you encountered any supernatural monsters?"

Joe, who had a sore back, massaged his cold abdomen and turned to face Clayton.

The huge wolf head was in front of him.

Dark and strong, the standard monster image that only appears in storybooks is right at your fingertips.

"Uh, does a werewolf count?"

Joe subconsciously answered Clayton's voice, then stepped back toward the window and delivered a swinging blow to the werewolf's head.

Even if he falls from the fourth floor, he doesn't want to be eaten by a werewolf!

Only then did Clayton remember that he had never told him his identity, and easily squeezed his fist: "I forgot to mention, I am Clayton, and I am also a werewolf."

"It's okay, you can say it earlier next time." Qiao said with an expressionless face, retracting his hand that was in severe pain.

Although he couldn't see it on the surface, there seemed to be waves in his heart.

When he saw the harpy, he felt that Clayton's reaction was too calm, and he did not consider going to the church with him to seek asylum. It was obviously easier that way. But he hadn't thought that the truth would be like this.

Since he is not a human being, of course he is more accepting of the existence of harpies, and he will also reject the church.

If he hadn't been dealing with the little freaks collected by Father Petty recently, which improved his psychological adaptability, Joe felt that he would probably scream and deny reality.

But it's okay now, it's just that I know someone with another identity.

this is nothing.

"It's nothing." He said it out, his tone seemed to be hypnotizing himself.

Sure enough, I still can't accept it.

Clayton didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but he gave him a high look.

The lieutenant found it difficult to adapt to being a werewolf immediately, so Joe Mani was indeed not a mortal.

"Where are your people?" He turned around and asked his captive sarcastically.

Still being held in Clayton's hand, the young man raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the blood under his nose, insisting on being decent: "I probably ran away after finding you. It's such a useless thing. He obviously still has a gun in his hand. And he swore allegiance.”

Even if the shooter is an ordinary person, if he can fire five or six guns in a narrow space, there is still a risk of death on the spot, even if he is a knight.

"Then it's time for you to recognize your position."

The young man said sincerely: "Of course, I really surrender this time."

It's just that this sentence is really unconvincing to someone with a criminal record.

Creighton planned to interrogate him right there in the attic, so he threw him into a corner and asked Joe to tie him up.

"What are you doing here tonight?"

"We're looking for the holy object."

"The three special envoys of the Holy Grail Society, the Harpy, the Spider Priest, and you. Is this list correct?"

"The special envoy is out of the question. I'm just following the special envoy."

The young man's eyes and tone made Clayton feel uncomfortable. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that it was the attitude of a person who thought he had the truth when facing an unbeliever, but it was not entirely like this.

"You think you're smart?"

"generally."

"Indeed, smart people will not end up like you."

Clayton's words hit the nail on the head, and the young man's expression suddenly changed: "No one can control everything, and there are many well-known scholars who have died under the sword of reckless men. Saints may also be expelled from the Holy See."

"Maybe, but your achievements are obviously not as high as theirs."

After speaking, Clayton told Joe: "Come here and slap him twice."

Why not do it yourself? thought Joe, but he did not refuse the errand.

Two red slap marks soon appeared on the young man's face.

He glared at the werewolf and Joe, especially Joe.

"Okay, you should know what situation you are in. I suggest you tell the truth and say as much as you want."

Clayton poked his face with his nails, making him turn to look at him.

No matter what method you use to deal with these people from the Holy Grail Society, it can't be said to be cruel.

"Let's do it again. I just happened to have a question I forgot to ask. What's your name?"

The boy's breathing became heavy: "Moore."

"Very well, Moore, what are you doing here tonight?"

"We come to seek the guidance of the sacred object, hoping to use it to transform into mortal beings."

"The Blood Ritual of Desire?"

"They are different. Sacred objects are materials that assist rituals."

"What does the specific operation look like?"

"I don't know either, but Haun knows that he is the guardian here." Moore showed an ugly smile: "But we didn't find him. According to your methods, he should be speechless now."

What he said is realistic.

Clayton thought for a while: "Qiao, come here again."