Werewolf hunting rules

Clara is a kind child - aside from the fact that she once tried to kill Clayton.

After killing Moore, Creighton had a serious chat with her about Joe Mani.

This confused boy who was always lucky was sent to the old house in St. Alvin Parish after he was born, and his parents could never live with him because of work issues.

As Clara is the executor of punishment in the contract they signed with the Holy Grail Society, it can be said that she has taken care of Joe longer than his parents.

The contract trap used by the Holy Grail Society caused Joe to die if he saw Clara, but Clara chose to hide herself from Joe, which Clayton believed was her instinctive kindness.

The contract between the Holy Grail Society and the Mani family also has a demon as an arbiter, which is what Moore calls the mediator.

Clara keeps breaking the contract, and therefore she keeps being punished.

No matter how much she ate or drank, she would continue to feel thirsty and unsatisfied, just like the sinners in the scriptures who were punished by God.

Of course, she couldn't figure it out herself. This was entirely the result of Clayton's inquiry.

The believers' view of life and death is very different from that of the secular world. Religion tells people that death is not completely painful. And it is really an excusable thing that Clara was tortured to the point of wanting to send Joe Mani to heaven after four years of confinement.

"If we find your mother, is there anything you want to say to her?"

Clayton asked Clara with mixed emotions. He didn't know if Clara would return to the Holy Grail Society now. Although Haun, the keeper of Notre Dame, had already taught her a lesson, she had learned a lesson in Notre Dame during her childhood. Educational experiences still account for the majority of all Clara's valid memories.

Clara made a thoughtful attitude: "Clara, think about Clayton and don't leave yet."

"I've always lived here," Creighton reassured her (in a subdued way), then turned to look at Julius.

The young wizard was mumbling something to the crystal pendant, then took out a handful of tobacco from one of the many pockets on his coat and put it into his mouth to chew.

I didn't see him using tools, and the tobacco burned in his mouth.

He chewed a few times and then blew out a breath of smoke at the crystal pendant. The clear crystal gathered all the smoke like suction, and the gray impurities formed lines, swimming rapidly in the polyhedron.

Julius placed the crystal on the table and watched the direction of the lines attentively.

"Where is she?"

"Don't worry," Julius told Clayton, his eyes always fixed on the crystal: "Do you have a map here? Bring it over."

Clayton opened the drawer and took out the Sheriff's Manual issued by the Sheriff's Department.

In order to guide novice police officers in patrolling, there is a relatively detailed map of Sasha City.

Julius took the manual, spread it flat on the table, then lifted the pendant and hung it above the map, and the gray line in the crystal moved again.

Without him having to say anything, Clayton guessed what the crystal looked like.

He looked down in the direction of the gray line and got the worst answer.

"She's downtown."

In the city center, there are a frightening number of private security guards and armed detectives. Their firepower may not be greater than that of the garrison in Santalos Parish, but they are more dangerous.

It is a wealthy area, many people have gun licenses, and the threat from passers-by is much higher than in other parishes.

There, any direct violence is likely to receive a disproportionate amount of hostile force.

This means that Clayton not only has to find Athena's specific location in a place where private armed forces gather, but he also has to kill her without anyone noticing.

He needs to think more about his plan.

After the divination results came out, Julius swallowed the tobacco, quickly put away the crystal pendant and stood up.

"The rest is your own business. I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you."

Clayton looked up at him, then shook his head seriously: "Your father may not think so. He said that you should listen to me during this period, just like Volentin and Barbara."

Julius' hand froze, and then he inserted it into his pocket as if to conceal it.

"What did you say to him?" He was not going to question the authenticity of this matter, because this decision was indeed in line with his father's ideas.

"I didn't say anything, it's just that he needs me temporarily."

Julius snorted: "No matter what, that's your business, I don't need him to arrange it."

"So do you have a job now?"

Clayton knew he didn't have it when he saw the young man's expression.

He was kicked out of the Presbyterian Church because of his wanton behavior, and he usually doesn't work. No wonder Gronje stuffed him into himself.

If people have nothing to do, they will fall.

"If not, then I can just hire you during this period. How about a weekly salary of 4 pounds?"

"I'm a wizard." Julius emphasized his identity.

"Of course, but the salary has nothing to do with status. If you are willing to do harder work, of course you can get more." But Clayton didn't think Julius would be willing to do hard work. He was too proud.

"What if I could?" Julius asked.

Creighton did not immediately give a clear answer: "I need to see it before I evaluate it."

While they were talking, there was a knock on the study door.

Clayton put Clara into the fish tank, covered it with a cloth, and then went to open the door for Bruno.

The detective was rolling up his sleeves, holding the photo development materials provided by Clayton in his wet arms, shaking non-stop: "What room do you have here that you don't use? I need a darkroom."

He glanced past Clayton and into the study.

Clayton pretended not to notice his actions: "I suggest you take the photo home. You don't need it in your bedroom anyway."

"That's not possible. It is now the conference room of our office." Bruno rubbed his hands. He really didn't want to touch the cold water anymore: "I'll just borrow a room."

Clayton shrugged and had no choice but to go out and lead him to clean the room. When he saw them going out, Julius sat down naturally, flipping through the classics in the study and reviewing the literary quality of his new boss.

After leaving the study, the werewolf became curious about Bruno's situation: "Your business has improved recently? You can still hold meetings with your employees?"

The point he wants to question is that Bruno's temporary workers actually have long-term plans to operate as detective assistants.

Most of Bruno's assistants are veterans, and they are the kind of soldiers who are not very high in rank and not bad in level, but are retired because of disabilities. Because of their injuries, they have a lot of demand for alcohol and sedatives, and they often have to work several jobs at the same time. In order to support themselves, private handicrafts account for the majority, which is also the norm for residents of Sasha City.

Temporary workers all have different schedules, so it's rare to be able to get together for a meeting.

Bruno vacated the room as a conference room, indicating that his firm finally gathered a group of formal employees.

This is an unusual thing.

Although he can be called a friend, Clayton has always believed that Bruno's firm has no future because all the people in this firm, from the boss to the employees, can't save money.

"Thanks to my smart brain, things have been going really well lately." Bruno held the photo under his arm, with a rather proud expression on his face: "But these developments also rely on unpredictable God-given gifts. You know, sometimes a rich man A great customer is more important than an individual’s years of hard work.”

Clayton understood him immediately.

Because antique dealers are similar.

"In this worst of times, I found a boat of refuge in advance. I am not unlucky." The detective sighed in the corridor.

Because he kept hearing the talk of "The Return of the Dark Moon" recently, the werewolf immediately became alert and stagnated:

"The worst of times? What do you know?"

"Okay, it's just my habitual exaggeration. You know I don't have any hobbies. I just like watching TV shows."

Bruno followed Clayton into the room he borrowed. It was empty, dusty, and lacked cleaning. There are also some works on the wall that Creighton collected at low prices from students at the School of Fine Arts at Sain University. The purpose of their existence is not for Creighton to enjoy aesthetics, but to wait in the dust for the author's status to rise. When the time comes, Creighton will be better. Resell them.

Creighton removed a painting from each of two opposing walls and wrapped wire around nails to connect them, creating a proposed suspended drying rack.

The detective was also busy preparing developer solution.

"You should know Hook Detective Agency, right?" He finally couldn't help but share his experience.

Clayton was surprised when he heard this familiar name: "Of course, they are so famous, I think ordinary people have heard of their reputation."

But it's not a good reputation.

Clayton knew a little more than the average person about Hook's Detective Agency.

For example, he knew that the founder of this firm was once a Taunton Knight and later participated in the Blackshirt Army.

This first detective agency inherited the rich experience of fighting in the mercenary army and was ruthless. It also learned the business model of multinational enterprises, chaining in multiple places, and sharing client files. Once established, all the adventurer guilds in the country, which had backward systems and only served local business, were wiped out.

It is precisely because of this firm that the group of people who do everything now no longer call themselves "adventurers", but call themselves "detectives".

"Recently, my friend who works as a clerk in the government department saw their people, and they are discussing the purchase of land." Bruno said: "They seem to be planning to set up a training camp for armed detectives here. This is the first time I have heard of them. It’s very specific, it’s just like the army.”

"In Sasha City?" Clayton asked subconsciously.

The city is mostly peaceful and there is little business competition.

In wealthy areas, comparing the living atmosphere to a backwater is a compliment to the backwater. The group of mercenaries who came here are really overqualified.

"Now that the first-class detective agency is here, other agencies will be in trouble." Bruno sighed, but the sadness was not that strong because he had already been able to escape: "The business that will fall on them in the future is probably Hook Detective Agency picks up the rest and doesn’t make much profit, while most small privately owned agencies will close down due to lack of clients, so I say this is the worst of times.”