Werewolf hunting rules

About five days have passed since Moore was killed, and news about the wolf-headed man has already begun to spread in the streets. I believe that people looking for the background of the photo will soon appear.

Creighton helped a lot in this.

Spending a little money and hiring a few people to spread rumors, the results were even better than he expected.

News is what it is, and often the truth is a boring thing.

People are more willing to pay for interesting stories than the truth. This is why so many tabloids still survive.

If the Holy Grail Order notices this news, the Spider Priest may send someone to find the location in the photo.

But neither she nor those who joined in the fun could be found. It was just a cover.

The background of the photo is in the tarnished silver coin where he temporarily stopped operating, where he happened to have a collection of the first cameras sold in the world, and he was able to take pictures immediately.

Clayton would be able to find her simply by smelling who had the same scent on them.

But before that, he had to deal with the affairs of the Presbyterian Church.

Something more or less happened during those few days, which resulted in Clayton not getting the expected payment and losing something.

The Horn Rat disappeared the night he killed Moore because it was placed in his pocket, and the lengthy process of taking off his clothes before Clayton could transform gave him plenty of time to leave. However, since it had lost the ability to communicate with people, Clayton did not try to find it.

The gun lent to Joe was missing, but Clayton didn't care too much.

Since those who captured Joe didn't kill him according to Moore's suggestion, it meant that they were still able to think normally and their connection with the Holy Grail Society was not deep enough. Nothing would go wrong if the gun fell into the hands of these people.

Clayton changed into a black coat and went out. As usual, he rented a carriage and went to the General Sheriff's Department of St. Mellon Parish.

It's always nice to be out on a sunny day, but doing it for work is another story.

Of course, not the antiques-related job, but the Sheriff's job.

Things here in the Holy Grail Club can be put aside for the time being. Their enthusiasm for finding Joe Mani will be higher than those who simply play detective games. Waiting for a while will make their presence more prominent among the crowd.

After temporarily taking out the Silver Star badge from his pocket and putting it on his chest, Clayton walked into the door of the Sheriff's Department carrying the rifle he applied for.

The lobby on the first floor of the General Public Security Bureau is getting increasingly deserted. Bruno recently thanked Sanders for persuading him to make a deposit and provided a piece of information for free: In the past month, orders for gun smuggling in the black market have increased explosively. It seems that A number of people decided to protect the neighborhood in their own way.

The waiters behind the counter are becoming more enthusiastic every day. For these people who have worked here for a long time, the decline of the Sheriff's Department is also unacceptable to them.

Clayton finds Galeed, who is educating the new Sheriff in the archives.

The new guy is Simon.

Creighton thought Simon would be embarrassed by the unfriendly exchange at the Pulitzer House, but the man now greeted him nicely.

This man might be successful, Clayton thought.

The basic quality of successful people is "shameless".

But he was not, so he ignored Simon and spoke directly to Galid: "Brother, the clues I provided also included the location of the holy object. When did the six thousand pounds promised by Elder Gronje Can the account be received?"

He also saw the death of Salvation Army lieutenant Charles, and immediately took Galeed to the ruins of Notre Dame and found Charles' head and the body of another soldier.

Now, although he did not bring the original whale placenta to Gronje, this sacred object is actually in the hands of the Presbyterian Council.

Galid rolled his eyes: "I'm not an errand boy. If you want to know, go find the elder yourself."

"How do I know where he is now? He has so many properties. You recruited me, but you didn't tell me anything about the mysterious side. Do you really want to recruit people?"

Clayton felt that some actions by the Presbyterian Church were insincere.

Galeed said that there was a great banquet at the Pulitzer Mansion for the first time, but he had to wait for a long time without seeing the speaker. Later, Julius came out to cause trouble, and Gronier arrived in the second half. The paragraph is purely a speech on partnership.

Afterwards, Gronje hoped that he could take care of the Spider Priests of the Holy Grail Society on his behalf, but he would not explain his motive for doing so.

These measures are disrespectful.

"Don't be angry, this is actually the best, isn't it?" Galid laughed and pressed his hands down, "This means you don't have to do things for the Presbyterian Church often. Unless you ask yourself, no one will take the initiative to mention those things. .”

Clayton couldn't understand this situation: "But there has to be someone in charge, right?"

"Don't think of the Presbyterian Church as a power group. We have no one else above us, only four elders, but they are often absent. Most changes in regulations are decided by vote, which is as fair as the pirates in the Age of Discovery."

Creighton only picked up one meaning: "It sounds like the Presbyterian Church doesn't need anything."

"The Presbyterian Council has obtained what it wants. The goal now is just to maintain it." Galid pointed out the window, "Didn't you find that the air in Sasha City is particularly good?"

Clayton remained silent. He had not been to many cities and believed that the air quality in Sasha City was not as good as his hometown of Butnu.

No town connected to a train is more refreshing than the real countryside.

"The elders like the fresh air, but don't want to live in the forest, so they directly transform the city. Thousands of acres of forest have been planted outside the city, which was created by the elders of Gronje hiring unemployed people in the past thirty years. The Presbyterian factory industry in Sasha City prefers to employ a large number of laborers rather than emitting industrial machinery. Elder Fisher is a ghoul, so he built a private cemetery and clinic to provide himself with food. Cheryl The elder likes to read books, and her large library has close cooperation with Sion University. She spends a lot of money to collect historical documents that are said to be lost, no matter the cost, and she is a famous bibliophile."

Galid glanced at Clayton, who was in a surprised mood: "The powerful dark descendants are more pure than you think. The elders really just want to maintain a reassuring order, so they established the Council of Elders for this reason. You Don’t think of it as a tight-knit group like the military.”

He said this to both Clayton and Simon.

Clayton considered his words, and he realized that he had underestimated these existences:

“It was a real eye-opener for me.”

He has seen a wealthy marquis who spent a lot of money to collect swords. The cost of a hobby can drive the entire industry, but the man could not make the city change according to his own ideas.

Of course, this is also related to the conditions of Sasha City itself. There are no rare natural resources here and the transportation is not convenient, so there are not so many eyes coveting this place. The Presbyterian Church can naturally take this land into its possession.

These beings who have satisfied their desires are indeed more trustworthy than others.

Rich people are more willing to give charity. This is a universal truth.

Clayton was convinced that he didn't have anything they wanted other than attacking the Holy Grail Society's advantage, so the chance of them having a conflict was very small.

This fact satisfied him.

"Then what's their attitude towards the Holy Grail Society?" Clayton asked Galid sincerely.

He has been reading a book recently. According to the description in the book sent by Cuitis, ghosts are cursed people who have almost no desire except to know other people's secrets. Therefore, they are neutral existences and are relatively trustworthy.

"Like the previous tenant of the house you lived in."

Galid said that he didn't like to keep secrets as much as the other ghost, maybe because they were not secrets.

"If I want to learn a spell, is there any elder who can help?"

Clayton thought about it.

He now has a demon that he can contract with. If he can interrupt Clara's current contract, sign a new cooperation contract, learn and master spiritual magic, then it will be much easier for him to deal with the Spider Priest.

The only difficulty is that Clara may not understand how she casts the spell.

"Elder Gronje is fine, provided you complete the errand he assigned you."

Halfway through, Galide turned to Simon and whispered to him to learn how to write case records, and then turned back to Clayton and said: "The people Elder Groene arranged for you last time have now joined the Sheriff's subsidized staff. , they are waiting for you at the notary office now. The right to first-hand inspection of Second Lieutenant Charles’ body falls with the army, and you need to send it over in a while.”

Clayton frowned, this was the only thing he couldn't understand:

"Is this what you informed me yesterday? Didn't I prove that he was killed by someone from the Holy Grail Society? Why are the military leaders still fighting with the church? Didn't the Presbyterian Council tell them this?"

Although winter is about to begin now, and the body is less susceptible to decay when the temperature drops, it can be said that it has been delayed for five days without taking it for autopsy.

The efficiency of such work is pitifully low.

"Some people don't believe it, and some people think this is a good opportunity to deal with the Salvation Army. It's the same on both sides, but the emphasis of the propaganda is different." Galid shook his head and sighed at the stupidity of human beings: "Okay, you are telling the truth. More. Come on, I'm going to get into trouble soon."

Clayton originally wanted to leave, but Galid's last words stopped him.

"Can ghosts still predict?"

"You will know when you get older. Real prophecies do not exist. This is just a summary of certain laws."

This is what people in their fifties teach people in their thirties. But Clayton had never heard of other old people having such abilities, so he didn't know whether to take these words seriously, but Galid didn't seem to be joking.

He went out and went downstairs, and saw Marietta coming up to him.

She failed to recognize him and passed by with a gloomy look on her face, heading towards the room where he came out with an aura of approaching storm.

"Maybe Galeed will really predict." Clayton was suddenly surprised.