Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 5 Live and die

Life is like a pool of stagnant water.

If the stagnant water is left for a long time, there will be some unexpected garbage in it.

Clayton held a candle to light the cellar, his tawny eyes shining in the gloom with only a little light.

There were many chain hooks hanging on the top of the cellar. He used them to hang raw meat to prevent rats from eating it.

But this cannot prevent people.

A man was facing away from him, munching on the hanging frozen meat. His shoulders were hunched, the sound of chewing was continuous, and the chains connecting the pieces of meat were shaking.

Clayton had previously speculated that the Holy Grail would have the ability to control the living dead, and now it has been confirmed.

There are many similar rumors in the colony, and there are also photos circulating that are unknown to be true or false. Those half-lived and half-dead guys were tortured during their lifetimes, and their death was more painful than others. Therefore, the dead souls were tied to the rotting corpses and were full of rage. The wizard knew how to wake them up. Work for yourself.

It is said that they are full of rancid odor, have a similar diet to werewolves, and their hunger is never satisfied.

This is why we are attracted to raw meat.

But Clayton never thought that the other party would lose control in front of raw meat.

He started stealing before the surveillance mission was completed, showing no professionalism at all.

Feeling the change in light, the chewing sound stopped, and the man turned his head, revealing a pair of glass bead-like eyes and a mouth stained with blood,

Clayton remembered his smell from seeing him in the theater.

"What are you doing here? If you don't get out, I'm going to call the sheriff!"

Logically speaking, the living dead cannot speak, but when Clayton saw the other person in the theater, he was quite active and could make complex expressions and movements, so he tried to communicate for the time being.

The living dead didn't say anything. It pulled out a short knife from its waist, bent its knees a little and then pounced forward.

Clayton raised his free right hand and grabbed his wrist, preventing the blade from hurting him.

The strength of the living dead is much greater than that of ordinary men. If it were him in the past, it might be more difficult to deal with it.

But for him who has become a werewolf, the power of the living dead is definitely not enough to break free from his shackles.

The monster that had lost its humanity did not give up just because its right hand was restrained. It grabbed Clayton's wrist with its left hand, and then opened its mouth and bit it - its teeth were unexpectedly neat.

Clayton had no intention of letting it succeed. He turned his waist and transferred the weight to his right leg. He raised his left leg slightly and aimed at the knee of the living dead with a quick and powerful side kick.

After a crisp sound, the right leg of the living dead folded laterally.

It tilted its body after losing its balance and failed to bite Clayton's hand, but it still held on to his right hand and held on tightly.

In Clayton's left hand, the tiny flame on the candle flickered rapidly with the disturbance of the air flow.

Although Clayton has night vision, this is just because his eyes are easier to focus light. He still cannot see clearly in places where there is no real light, such as in a cellar, so he still needs to bring lighting equipment.

If the opponent is still free to move after the candle is accidentally extinguished, he will be in a disadvantageous situation.

Can't hold back.

After making a decision, he raised his left hand that was holding the candle high, but his right hand that was caught suddenly pulled back, causing the living dead who had lost the mobility of one leg to fall towards him. Then he switched his center of gravity, stood still on his left leg, and Remember to hit the opponent's temple with a knee strike from right to left.

After the body fell, the cellar fell into darkness.

Clayton's movement was too large, and the candle was still extinguished.

In the darkness, he untied the hand that was still holding him tightly. When he touched it, he felt the soft skin with residual warmth, and his mind suddenly went blank.

He remembered that in legends, the bodies of the living dead were cold

The next morning,

Coming out of the St. Mellon Parish Sheriff's Department, Clayton was in an unprecedentedly bad mood.

Being a Sheriff is not a job, but a part-time job that ordinary people do out of a sense of justice.

Sheriffs in each city are elected and funded by citizens themselves, so they have little power and different methods of law enforcement.

As a well-connected antique dealer, he was considered a well-known figure in the city. The sheriffs had already determined his innocence without even going to his home. Now the body has been sent to the morgue of the Sheriff's Department, waiting for its family members to pick it up.

Because the dead man was trespassing and had violent behavior, he would not be convicted of murder even if he died.

But that’s not how it worked out.

He won't feel any guilt when he kills an enemy with a clear stance, but it's another thing to kill a person whose mind is involuntary and controlled by the evil behind the scenes.

This man may have been a decent man in life, but now he dies with a crime on his back.

This is all the fault of the Holy Grail Society.

The rotten smell misled him. He originally thought it was just a living dead, but he didn't expect it to be a completely alive person.

After close contact, Clayton discovered that although the rotting smell on the corpse was strong, it was on the surface and was not the smell of the monitor himself.

That smell should come from the mastermind behind the Holy Grail Society.

Clayton believed that the other party had the ability to turn people crazy and then exert mental control. Otherwise, there was no way to explain the fact that this poor man would also eat raw meat - his body was just that of an ordinary person.

At this point, the monitor has not returned, and the messenger sent by the Holy Grail Society to Sasha City should also know that something is wrong with him.

Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, the other party may increase its interference.

He must ensure that he has an intelligence advantage before the expected battle.

Joe hadn't told him much about the Grail Society, possibly to prevent him from getting involved deeper, but that option was no longer available.

He was going to find Joe Mani to find out.

Clayton found the black public carriage he had arrived in on the street, opened the door and got in. As his foot stepped on the pedal, the car shook.

The driver, who had been squinting at the front, opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the reins:

"Sir, where do you want to go?"

"Let's take a look around this parish. I want to get familiar with it."

"As commanded."

The coachman raised his reins, the horse pulling the cart raised its hooves, and the wheels rumbled and turned, running through the mud and water, causing a panic among the crowded pedestrians.

After the Roren War, the city of Sasha underwent planning and reconstruction, which widened the city streets a lot. However, when outsiders seeking jobs poured in, the width of the streets fell behind again.

The crowd outside the carriage is the best evidence.

When Joe Mani and Clayton parted, he didn't say where he was going to hide, but Clayton could probably guess where he would go.

The first is near the infantry camp of Santaros Parish.

The second is near the White Curtain Cathedral in the city center.

The third is near the general security office of St. Mellon Parish.

Each of these three places has its own special features, but what they have in common is that no one has ever dared to fight privately near them.

Fortunately for Clayton, the carriage didn't travel long before he caught a whiff of Joe's scent.

"Park here," he ordered.

The driver tightened the reins, causing the horse to slow down and turn slightly to the right.

The carriage stopped in front of a small church with white walls and red roof.

Clayton got out of the car, paid, and frowned at the cross spire that the building was staring at.

Legend has it that the God of Light, Carola, gave the angels the Holy Sword after the creation of the world, ordering them to guard the world. People who believe in Corolla use the Holy Sword Cross as their symbol.

It was from this chapel that the scent of Joe Mani came.

But Clayton didn't know if he, a werewolf, would be rejected by the church, so his feet stopped at the door.

The church is the domain of God. If there is a divine protection in the church that can force him to transform, like the Bishop's Seal of the Inquisition, his social status will be over from now on.

He stood at the door for a while, and a priest wearing a black cassock came out and said:

"Kid, do you need any help?"

Clayton's clothes were carefully matched for business and socializing, and his appearance was not bad either. His sophisticated appearance made it difficult for people to doubt him easily.

"Hello, Father. I'm looking for someone here. He must have arrived recently. I was asked to bring him a message."

The priest nodded gently, "I think you are looking for the new volunteer Martin."

Clayton took off his round felt hat: "I think it's him."

The priest signaled him to wait here for a while, and then walked into the church. After a while, a middle-aged man came out.

This middle-aged man has no hair on his head and has a beard. Only the upper half of his face was exposed, and deep wrinkles appeared on both sides of his nose. However, his steps were as brisk as a young man's. When he saw Clayton, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He was Joe Money, Clayton recognized him.

No matter how you change the appearance, the smell will not change.

Clayton nodded to him pretending not to recognize him: "I'm Clayton Bello. I have something to ask you about Joe Mani. Do you mind taking a moment?"

Before Joe could react, he waved to the coachman behind him, who opened the side door knowingly.

Joe sighed, walked over and got into the carriage.

Clayton followed him and sat in: "Coachman, do as I just said and walk more in this parish."

"Okay, sir."

The carriage set off again, and Joe sat in it with an expressionless face, looking more serious than the debt collector of Saint-Asterdam,

But this is just because the mask is too thick, because his mouth is still very active.

"Damn it, how do you know where I am? The decision to hide here was something I only thought of later. There is no reason for the Holy Grail Society to know, because I made sure to keep them away this time. Lieutenant, why do you look like this? Ugly? Could it be?"

"I have my own way." Clayton interrupted,

It was obvious that the solemn working atmosphere of the church made Qiao very uncomfortable.

"Okay, Lieutenant, you have a secret of your own. So what do you want with me this time?"

Clayton explained simply: "The monitors of the Holy Grail Society broke into my house and rummaged through the cabinets, and I accidentally killed them. I thought there was no room for maneuver between me and them, but I didn't want to abandon the property here and run away. Go to other cities”

"So you want to kill them all?" Joe became excited. He knew how powerful his commander was.

"That's pretty much it, but before that, I need to know more about the Holy Grail Order."