Werewolf hunting rules

Elder Dais had training experience as a knight, and he might have been a prestigious figure when he was young, but Clayton was no longer interested in getting to know him.

When talking about politics with the elders of the Presbyterian Church, he always felt that he was one step behind.

He is still used to doing things that he can do now, rather than looking to the future, which is equally unpredictable in terms of opportunities and accidents.

Clayton fears change.

"Okay, I understand you, and I know that you will no longer help. I will kill Athena alone. But I can still consider voting. It is too risky."

Elder Dais placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the double-style sofa as if he were sitting on a throne, and at the same time made a sneer at the conservatives.

Clayton didn't care about his attitude, just picked up his hat and put it on, then picked up the gun and went out.

"Since you are a dark descendant, stop treating yourself as a human being."

He heard Elder Dais speaking behind him: "Not everyone is qualified to be conservative."

"I remember it."

Clayton responded politely and closed the door to the waiting room.

Next, he plans to go to the Angel Club with Broken Wings.

Marietta found his gun, and since the employees of the Broken Wing Angel Club were both subordinates of the Spider Priest and acquaintances of Marie, it was clear where she got it from.

The dancers were among those who performed errands for Moore that night at the ruins of Notre Dame.

"Suspend business"

A familiar sign hangs outside the strip club.

The reason why I say it is familiar is because there is also one in front of the rusty silver coin shop, and even the fonts on the wooden sign are exactly the same.

Clayton was not surprised. Since Mary had contacted the dancers in the club, and their willingness to serve the Holy Grail Society was not that strong, it was a natural result to temporarily abandon the place to prevent Athena from finding her.

They abandoned Moore,

Athena may not like Maul, but she certainly dislikes humans even more.

So running away from here is a wise choice.

But Clayton also didn't want to contact them through Mary right away.

They were not trustworthy yet, so he wanted to investigate the situation here before asking to prevent the other party from hiding anything.

There are two girls standing in the alley not far from the door, facing each other in the darkness of the evening, leaning against the wall and lighting cigarettes, looking sideways at the street outside the alley.

This perspective obviously cannot grasp the situation of the club, so Clayton judged that it was just a coincidence that they were standing here.

He approached one from behind. She was a little surprised when she saw Clayton and promoted herself to him. But when she knew that he was here to find the dancers in the club, she cursed in a low voice and answered a few of his questions. I smiled again after seeing the tip.

Clayton is not very eloquent, so he has always tended to spend money to solve problems.

From the street girl, he knew that this club had recently closed (although this could be inferred), and some regular customers had been here last night. They also knew about this and came here to try their luck. See See if you can make some money from men in need.

But so far, she had only seen Clayton, and it might have been too early.

Clayton returned to the club door and pulled off the sign. The iron door behind was still locked. He grasped the iron bars as thick as the baby's little finger with both hands and pushed in the opposite direction. The iron bars opened with a squeaking sound, enough for him to put his hand in.

He reached in, pulled out the latch, opened the door and went in.

After walking through the stairs and short corridor, I opened the curtain, and behind me were the theater seats and stage in darkness, without any light at all.

Clayton took out a box of matches from his pocket and lit them. He had picked them up in the Pulitzer House waiting room.

A weak flame lit up, and he found the position of the candle holder on the wall, passed through the gaps between the seats, and went over to each spot.

The white candles here seem to be used very frequently, and the new wax mud that has not fallen into dust is covered on the ground. It is probably that this venue will be used after the performance.

Clayton walked onto the stage, his footsteps echoing in the huge space.

The wooden board under my feet made a groovy sound due to the pressure, as if it would crack at any time.

And at the same time, facing that empty auditorium also brought pressure to Creighton.

It's not that he has discovered anything now, but he has been afraid of standing in such a highly visible place since he was a child. The stage is like the anatomy table in the medical school classroom to him.

Because he is convinced that no one likes to listen to him, everything abnormal seems to be brewing a conspiracy against him.

Of course, there was nothing in the audience yet, so he could rest easy now.

Clayton looked up at the dark set lights and spotlights above his head, and then closed the dark curtains on both sides, trying to find some spiritual connection in the darkness inside.

He found nothing, and the place felt a bit stinky.

It wasn't human odor, it was the smell of live animal fur, several different animals at that.

This may have something to do with the darkspawn.

Clayton lit another match and walked toward the back of the stage. The temperature became stronger the closer he got inside.

In addition to the smell of animals, there was also the smell of blood, pus and excrement, which made him be very careful.

There are only four simple rooms backstage. The first room is used as a warehouse for masks and costumes used in performances. Clayton found a handheld candlestick inside and lit it to illuminate himself.

In the room opposite were several emptied chamber pots and two large basins of water, or perhaps water.

Clayton ignored the potty and stayed close to the water.

Some turbid liquid has been mixed inside, and the smell of blood and pus comes from inside.

He reached out and fished a handful inside, and pulled out some shiny scales.

"Are they killing fish here to eat?"

Clayton made a guess, but it was quickly overturned.

His second attempt yielded some soaked minced meat and bits of human skin, but the amount was small.

"It seems they don't enjoy it that much."

Clayton felt that he roughly understood the situation of the dancers here. Some of them must be transforming into dark descendants.

The process of human transformation into darkin is not always peaceful.

When Clayton himself first became a werewolf, he almost tore the skin on more than half of his body. He was afraid to go out during the day and did not recover until after eating. This caused his colonial bronze skin to fade. Serious, no different from young people who are inexperienced in the world.

However, there are still a little more non-human smells here, almost ten of them, and there are no signs of fighting.

Even with the blessing of the dark moon, the rate of people here mutating into dark descendants is too high. The Elders Council searched the whole city but could only summon 60 newborns who could communicate, and only one sixth of them were here.

He immediately remembered the "Blood of Desire" ritual.

If it is that kind of blasphemous spell, it can indeed increase the number of "dark descendants" in one go.

Clayton is unwilling to admit that they are dark descendants. As far as the people he has come into contact with who have received the blood of desire are concerned, it is more appropriate to call them "patients".

As long as one receives the blood of desire, either the lifespan will be reduced or the intellectual development will be incomplete, which is equivalent to an acquired terminal disease.

But if everyone here has accepted the transformation, how can they hide themselves from the audience?

Clayton still remembered the intelligence provided by Bruno's dwarf assistant Sanders. Although most of the repeat customers were suspected of being hypnotized, there were still unsuspecting people who would suddenly buy tickets and come in.

Faced with these people, what should the dancers do?

He cast his gaze towards the unexplored dressing room in the back.