Werewolf hunting rules

Elder Dyce's logic is impeccable, but there is no other way around this.

Clayton has been eating a lot and exercising his torso since he first turned into a werewolf. His extreme strength can already break an inch-thick solid board and smoothly lift tons of weight. The initial transformation required twenty Seconds, now I can complete the transformation within seven seconds, it can be said that I don’t work hard.

But he had no clue about the mysterious and mysterious special ability, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being and mention the information provided by Athena Bai Luge.

"The Holy Grail priest claimed that in just two months, he would be able to take advantage next year and drive the Presbyterian Church out of power."

He didn't say "we". The Presbyterian Church still showed an empty shell to him. Most of the people who formed and maintained these strongholds were ordinary people. There were very few extraordinary people who were experienced and willing to guide newborns. Only the two elders and the ghosts impressed him. This was obviously not a group with strong cohesion in the local area.

Werewolves naturally have no sense of belonging to such a group.

"Gronje's guess will turn out to be right next year." The tall elder with silver hair said to himself.

"What did he say?"

The elder looked at Clayton: "Don't you understand the mayoral election? If you want to gain an advantage all of a sudden, it must be done by a party that can fundamentally eliminate our power. The Holy Grail Club's tactics are likely to be supported by them. The candidate ascended to the mayor's seat. Well -" At this point, he began to ponder again.

The mayor has great power, but it is not so powerful that he can arbitrarily exclude the Presbyterian Church. Especially since they are an important capital injection in Sasha City, the current mayor is quite friendly to them.

What's more, if you want to issue an order, the main execution part depends on the parish council.

The Presbyterian Church has its own paid officials in each parish. Even if a new mayor takes office, the impact it can have on the Presbyterian Church will be limited.

Creighton knows this, too: “The mayor is not omnipotent.”

"Indeed." Dais picked up the cup again, and then found that there was not much left in it. He put it down angrily and mentioned a new thing: "But Gronier thinks that a mayor who is biased towards us should be able to handle this incident. , so he arranged for Philip Pulitzer to also run for mayor. About the day after tomorrow, the news will be in the newspapers, and we will also publicize it on the streets. Remember to vote for him at the end of the year."

He subconsciously used a commanding tone, which Clayton didn't object to.

He also had various problems during the period after he was discharged from the army, but the antique dealer was in the service industry, which gave him an environment to change.

Creighton asked Elder Dais: "I remember that each mayoral candidate has different political views. What direction have you set for him? Too common ideas will not attract the people."

Mayoral candidates express their own unique policy opinions and promise benefits after the changes. They usually use speeches to attract people to gain votes. After being elected as mayor, they implement policy plans and fulfill their promises. This is a normal process for taking office. Although most mayors who take office Even though I was not able to follow my plan, I was able to change the status quo to some extent.

Creighton was still somewhat curious about the political purposes of the Presbyterian Church.

What kind of plans do these dark descendants have?

"We want to build a cultural city." said the old man whose arms were thicker than Clayton's thighs.

Silent embarrassment emerged and lasted for a while.

Elder Dais noticed Clayton's thoughts, his half-bald eyebrows twisted up, and his upper body tilted towards Clayton with a feeling of oppression:

"Do you think we can't do it?"

"That's not the case. I think Sasha City is already a cultural city." Clayton retorted seriously: "Muguang Cathedral and Sion University are both the wisdom of this city and have unique cultural value, but This strength can no longer be improved. We do not have more resources to build new cultural wealth. The main problem is not the amount of money, but time. Five years is simply not enough, and we haven’t yet."

The old man calmed down his momentum and leaned back: "You think too much."

Clayton paused and listened.

"Our purpose is actually just to invest in various public schools and missionary schools to improve the literacy rate of civilians."

"With all due respect, there is not a shortage of people in the city that require literacy positions."

"That's right, this city is too big and difficult to control."

Elder Dais's words reminded Clayton of the feeling of déjà vu when Gronje left him to have a conversation in the office for the first time. The old man had some special foresight. Although it was biased, it was exactly what he wanted. But this statement still made him unable to understand.

"Young people have learned knowledge, but there is no place for them in Sasha City, so they can only do manual labor. But it is more cost-effective to go to other cities to make a living with literacy skills. And if a large number of young labor forces are lost, no one will be willing to work in Setting up a factory here will pollute the environment here. After all, we can’t set up a factory and recruit workers from other places.”

Dais made a numerical gesture: "Reducing the city's population to less than 400,000 is the most ideal for us and is easier to manage."

"What about the future of the city?" Clayton felt angry.

Even for the Presbyterians, this idea was too fanciful, and no city could remain viable after losing a large portion of its youth labor force.

"Supported by tourism and real estate."

"Tourism? Real estate?" Clayton felt that Elder Dais's idea was even more bizarre than the Holy Grail Society: "How can this city be supported by just these?"

Although Elder Dais also has a military temperament, he said clearly when talking about business planning: "Of course it is possible. There are more and more rich people nowadays. Apart from working, they don't like to stay in places with serious air pollution and narrow roads. In cramped big cities. It is now popular among the rich to buy houses in different rural areas and go on vacation when they are free. If we can provide entertainment services that are not inferior to those in big cities, and the environment is as good as the countryside, you say they Will you choose to spend money here?”

Clayton still couldn't believe this.

Seeing his expression, the old man frowned and felt that it was necessary for members to understand this concept:

"I heard that you are also doing business. Do you want to travel when you have money?"

Clayton was a very provincial person, and he didn't want to move once he took root, so he shook his head.

Dais put it another way: "Then if there is something you want somewhere, but you can't take it away, would you want to go and see it?"

This question reminded Clayton of his colonial army career, and he sighed and shook his head penitently.

"A prestigious theater troupe is touring the country, but the route does not pass through your city. Are you willing to leave the city temporarily to watch the performance?"

Clayton didn't like watching dramas that much, so he shook his head again.

"There are rare collections of books on display in other cities. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Dess was almost persuading him.

This was somewhat tempting, but Clayton believed that the value of knowledge did not lie in the packaging. He could buy ordinary copies, so he shook his head.

"An important new invention appears in a certain city, but it cannot spread to other cities in a short time. Are you willing to witness history?"

Clayton thought for a while and finally shook his head.

This series of questions all got negative results. Elder Dais stared at him for a few seconds, and then cursed in disbelief: "Where the hell did Grone find such a young old man like you?" ?! Without curiosity and a desire for enjoyment, what the hell are you? A werewolf ascetic?"

He used "fuck" twice in a row. Clayton felt that this evaluation was very biased and tried his best to defend himself.

"Maybe I'm not rich enough yet, so I can't imagine my life with money."

"This must be the case." Elder Dais vowed: "If everyone was like you, our Presbyterian Church would have collapsed long ago."

Clayton couldn't bear the insult: "Let's talk about the Holy Grail Club."

The old man snorted coldly and was very dissatisfied with his evasion: "We have been dealing with them recently. To be precise, it is only your actions that have not achieved the set purpose."

The Presbyterian Church has only signed a non-obstruction agreement with three envoys, so other members of the Holy Grail Society do not need to worry about entering Sasha City.

"But it doesn't matter that the spider is still alive. In this case, you can ask the church and Scion University. The mages there are quite good. Ask who is interested in catching a parasitic demon."

"What I'm trying to say is...wait a minute, Scion University, they still have mages?" Creighton realized something was wrong halfway through. The other party was talking about all those famous universities.

"Don't make a fuss. Many scientists in this world are mages, but their levels vary."

"Then what they mean is that there are no extraordinary people in the guild? Elder Gronje said before that there are 300 people in the guild. They should each have their own abilities, and I only need some indirect help." Layton tried to get the conversation back on track.

"Most of the old members work in the colonies. Those in Sasha City cannot leave their positions. They have more important things to do."

Clayton couldn't stand it anymore. Even if it was his own decision to kill Athena, he also hoped that the Presbyterian Council would be more sincere:

"Then what are you elders doing?"

This is really strange. There are almost no middle-level cadres in the entire Presbyterian Church. The people working in the stronghold are basically ordinary humans. The main dark descendants have gone to work overseas, but the four elders are all in Sasha City.

This organizational structure seemed very unreasonable to him as a former military officer, and he could not even find the person responsible for the violent actions.

There is almost nothing between the top and bottom floors of the Presbyterian Church.

Elder Dais was surprised by his anger: "We are very old. It is normal not to work."

Clayton leaned back limply, which was a perfect excuse.