Werewolf hunting rules

The last time Clayton was praised like this was a long time ago.

But because Tritis who said this at the time was a family member, it can be forgiven.

Clayton gave Athena another note.

However, her reaction allowed Clayton to confirm a new piece of information - Athena's hypnotic ability did not work on him, and she did not have the confidence to subdue him one-on-one.

But at the same time, she looked down on him.

This was Clayton's intuition.

"So what's your purpose in coming to me?"

The short-term advantage is not worth the environmental bonus. There are soldiers with guns everywhere to drive, and you cannot randomly investigate the true location of the Spider Priest. Similarly, there is a high probability that the Spider Priest will not attack him here. She always chooses a hidden strategy. This may not be because she is worried about Clayton, but because there are other existences that are more threatening.

Clayton didn't care.

Athena Bailuge was very cautious in choosing to communicate with him here, but she couldn't stay here forever.

Clayton looked directly into the nurse's eyes. Her eyes were clear and she seemed to be speaking entirely out of her own thoughts:

"I just have a few questions I need your answers to."

The werewolf scoffed, thinking she was kidding him.

He had only become a dark descendant not long ago and knew very little about this world, and his reputation even spread across the city to the Presbyterian Church.

He has no information advantage.

"I thought everything was clear enough. Is there anything else you don't know the answer to that I do?"

"some."

Athena was very serious: "Why are you looking for us?"

Her attitude was even a little humble, like a student asking for advice from a teacher.

In order to convince the Presbyterian Council that they would not stay here for too long, Athena deliberately signed a relatively loose contract. People who had issues with the Holy Grail Society could also attack them after joining the Presbyterian Council, but this seemed like a simple contract. There are also witnesses to testify that those responsible for the punishment have been punished.

The Mediator is a demon from hell and a follower of Baal, who can taste the heart of the people.

If the Presbyterian Church wants to exploit a loophole, it is impossible to achieve its purpose of attacking the Holy Grail Society's envoys, whether by hiring mercenaries or recruiting new members.

Clayton has been able to pursue her traces until now, and the mediator has not shown up.

This shows that he is definitely serious.

Athena must understand their conflict or she will not be able to rest at ease.

On the other side, Clayton's breath froze when he realized that the Spider Priest's attitude was not a disguise.

He held the gun with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other, but had to stop because he was still wearing his hat, and in the end he didn't know where to put his hand.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but not many can be said.

He couldn't understand that the other party could still ask such a question.

"Because I don't like you." This is what Clayton finally said, as simple as a child who has not been involved in the world, and then added: "And you broke the law."

Faced with such an answer, Athena also showed an incomprehensible expression.

"You want to kill us just because of this? But you haven't lost anything yet, have you?"

This guy has been killing people from the Holy Grail Society from beginning to end. In order to hide the purpose of coming to Sasha City this time, she has not even actively planned a counterattack so far. What kind of greedy and evil face does she want to drive them all away? ?

She became even more curious.

Clayton asked, "The flames have spread to the next block. How can I not put out the fire?"

When the words came out of his mouth, he was suddenly startled and determined to write down this sentence. Maybe he could become a poet in the future.

"You think we are flames? This is a grave mistake, young man."

Athena wanted to say something else, but Moore had already shown a similar expression. Clayton interrupted her speech in advance: "Even if you are not flames, you are also poisonous snakes. I don't believe there are benevolent gods in the world, especially in the Holy Scriptures." , so you don’t have to preach to me.”

"It turns out he is an unbeliever."

Athena was stunned, but she did not lose interest immediately, but was thoughtful.

"What did the Presbyterian Church give you to make you willing to work for them?"

Clayton found her remarks ridiculous.

He has retired from the army, and the queen who legally rules all the people is far away, so nothing can guide him except his own heart.

"I'm not doing anything for anyone, but my interests are consistent with theirs for the time being. We all need a stable living environment, that's all."

It was no accident that Clayton chose to settle in the city of Sasha. In some ways, this city still retains the warmth that existed between relatives in the townships and clans before the launch of the Roron War. It is backward but simple, and he is a very nostalgic person. Even if those tender feelings have nothing to do with him, he can still recall the past days when he looks at them.

So without Grone's instigation, he decided to drive away the Holy Grail Society.

The investment from the Presbyterian Church was an unexpected blessing.

At this point, he began to feel tired. It was unpleasant enough to be in the same room with a being that he hated, regardless of communication.

"Well, if there are no other problems, you can find a way to escape while I am working now. The next time we meet will not be so peaceful."

After speaking, Clayton turned his head and glanced to ensure that no one in the corridor noticed their exchange.

When he turned around, he saw the nurse showing a strange smile: "Are you sure you want to be on the loser's side? Let me give you a suggestion. You don't have to do anything for two months. By next year, you will give up these stupidities yourself. With this idea, I took the initiative to apply to join our Holy Grail Club."

Clayton was surprised at her persistence—not because of her conclusion, but because of something else.

"I killed your son, don't you know?"

"He is just a human being, and the possibility of becoming a dark descendant is too small. If he does not rely on our Lord's mercy, even if he uses the blood of desire to catalyze success, he will still be weaker than a normal dark descendant. But you are different. You have the possibility of becoming a priest. Sex, it’s just that you are not used to your own identity for the time being. You can still be saved."

Spider whispered against Clayton. This condescending tone, as if he had mastered the truth himself, and the reasons that went against the common sense of the world made Clayton feel uncomfortable again.

She is like this, and so is Gronje.

He began to suspect that their bloodline would cause them to lose their closeness to their blood relatives, and then he couldn't help but worry about himself.

"What you said is very good, but you should convince the elders of the Presbyterian Church more than me."

Athena smiled nonchalantly, took a few steps closer and put her arm on Clayton's shoulders affectionately. Her transparent but dark pupils looked at his face from bottom to top, and her eyes could even be called loving.

"Okay, it's up to you, Werewolf, I still have something to do this time. When I see you next time, you'll know why."

The nurse blinked at the werewolf, then retracted her hand like an electric shock and took a step back.

Her face instantly turned crimson, as if she didn't understand what she had just done, and therefore regretted her rashness.

The calculating soul disappeared, leaving only a young girl.

Seeing Clayton's deep eyes staring at her, she asked timidly:

"Sorry, sir, what's the matter?"

Clayton sighed, Athena disappeared too quickly, and he had not been able to get out of the state.

"It's okay, let's go."

He stepped aside to make way for the nurse. Her steps were hurried and she left in a panic.

After that, he waited for another half an hour, and the military's inspection of the body finally ended.

Faslag came out of the operating room with the doctor. He also had a look of relief on his face. There was nothing to say. Most people don't like to watch autopsies, let alone watch them for an hour.

The military doctor took off his gloves and announced to the people who stood up from the bench: "There is only one fatal injury, which is a puncture in the heart. Anyone who uses a gun can cause such an injury. There is nothing special about it."

Faslag waved his hands and stood at the door to shoo them away.

"Okay, this is nothing special. Now that you have the results, why don't you leave quickly."

Aqil's beard trembled, he stood up with a suitcase, and said to the officer: "I still want to go in."

Although his voice was low, he was firm.

Faslag seemed to be insulted, narrowed his eyes, put down his hand, and immediately asked him rudely: "Why do you want to go in?"

"I want to do another autopsy." The old man said almost threateningly: "This is the most basic agreement. If you don't even agree to this, someone will come to speak in front of your commander and reconsider your future in the army. And that person won’t be me.”

Faslag turned his head to look at the military doctor, and his attitude softened a little when he looked back.

"Okay, it's up to you, why don't I stop you? It's all for nothing."

He took the military doctor and walked away cursing, leaving the magistrates and church people to pour into the empty operating room.

The body of Lieutenant Charles was still lying on the dissecting table. The chest and abdomen had been completely cut open, and the ribs were open, like two extra long, square wings. The cavity was empty, and the colorful internal organs were neatly taken out and lined up aside. .

Achille did not immediately open his work box, but rushed to the body for a quick inspection.

He came to a conclusion quickly - in less than ten seconds, the professional coroner's face changed drastically, he raised his hand and pointed at the door and shouted: "Bring them back, they took away the meat!"

Almost instantly, without the need to explain who "they" were, everyone understood what he meant.

Clayton immediately rushed out following the scent, followed closely by Marietta, and then Volentin, who was all in white.

Green was eager to move toward the door, but looking at the defenseless old man, he stayed.

"Look at our commander, how much he likes to be a hero alone, but the end still depends on us." Julius shook his head and sighed at Barbara who was biting her finger, but in the end he took out a decorative stick from his waist A short black staff with a ring of fine gemstones rushed into the corridor with the dazed vampire.

Amidst the sound of obscure spells, the hospital defenders, who had been excited by the conditioned reflex due to the speeding up of the people in front of them, were hit by an invisible impact from behind. Their thinking slowed down, and they failed to run in time to catch up. They were quickly killed by the hospital's own nurses. Blocking the way with the patient.

Only a few were far enough to catch up.

"What should I do?" housewife Barbara asked as she looked at the scene where she seemed no longer needed.

Julius tilted his head and thought for a moment, then told her a practical solution: "You can steal some blood transfusion bags and stockpile them during the chaos."