Werewolf hunting rules

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."

Groene Gaminion squinted his eyes, his voice was much slower than during the day, and his body showed the unique embarrassment of the elderly.

Clayton looked at the elder's weak look and wanted to test it for no reason, but then more reason emerged and put an end to this arrogant idea. He turned to another matter:

"I told you the location of the holy objects of the Holy Grail Society, but the reward you promised has not been given to me yet."

Groene sighed tiredly: "Just ask Julius to tell me this little thing next time."

"No." Clayton said politely: "I'm not here to ask for money. I hope to use the six thousand pounds in exchange for an opportunity to learn magic."

Grone stopped talking, but the look in his eyes changed.

"Do you know what it costs to learn magic?"

"Aren't 20 elephants enough?" Clayton asked.

"Elephant" is a proper noun, because in international trade, a trained elephant is worth exactly 300 pounds, and people use this animal to refer to the amount.

Although he didn't know how much it cost to learn magic, in those legendary deeds, there were a lot of poor but powerful wandering wizards.

"The price I'm talking about is not money, but energy." Grone looked at the werewolf, his eyes becoming scrutinizing.

"Your physical power is very strong. The moon sign when you were born should have been a full moon, but because there was no sign of the dark moon returning at that time, your natal star was actually the regular moon, which is more inclined to the physical school. The advantage is that you are not easily controlled by the mind. , but inspiration is also relatively rigid, and magic is a technology that requires communication between inspiration and elements. Let’s put it this way, unless you are willing to change your lifestyle from now on and increase your inspiration by being close to nature for a long time or drinking magic potions, otherwise No matter how hard you try, you can only stop at the apprentice level."

His tone was sincere and sincere, and Clayton had heard this statement from several people, so he wasn't upset.

He is a pragmatist, using whatever is useful and skipping what is out of reach.

"Then I want to know how to deal with magical enemies."

"No one can guarantee that they can deal with all magic." Groene paused and then said: "Unless you can master miracles, that is a power that believers can master, but it is not limited to humans. The power of miracles comes from life itself. It is better at recovering and resisting external forces than attacking. And all miracles are inherited from the ancient saints. They are also what the White Sect calls the pioneers. However, there are not only the saints in the holy scriptures, but also some with powerful power. Names lost to history.”

The old man's voice deepened: "If you want to learn about miracles, you must first have a sense of awe, no matter whether the object is a person, a certain phenomenon, or something that no longer exists in the world. And you must have a pure heart. Only in this way, Only by combining the power of heart, soul and body can we achieve the trinity.”

Clayton was in awe. He thought he qualified.

Ever since he joined the army, he has been in awe of cannons and armed airships. In recent years, he has had nothing to do except work, and his heart cannot be more pure:

"I guess a miracle would be nice."

"But I won't release a miracle." Grone suddenly raised his voice and said coldly. "If you want to learn about miracles, you can only learn from people in the church."

Then you still say so much. Clayton couldn't help but cursed.

He had no choice but to give in and mentioned the information he had learned during his previous meeting with Elder Dais: "Then I want to know how to master the werewolf war cry technique, or you can tell me where there are still werewolves, and I will learn from them myself."

"The closest werewolf clan I know is in Weiaud, called the Black Claw clan, but they only recruit lone wolves." Grone said. "If you want to join them, it's best not to say that you have joined other organizations, and don't let them know that we directed you there. Dais didn't have a good time with them."

He didn't have the idea that "Clayton was a member of his own organization", so he told the matter easily, with the straightforward demeanor of a businessman.

But Clayton still needs to think carefully.

Veodi is a city in the east, not too far from Sasha City, but it takes four or five days to get there by train.

The clues he had now would only gradually lose their accuracy as time went by. It might take ten days to go to Weiaud and back, which he couldn't accept.

But Wei Audi still has to go, he will have enough time next year.

Even if it's not to learn the war cry, it's to find similar people and get familiar with a new society.

If recognized as a kindred spirit, there must be someone willing to explain more about the world to him, rather than being like the Presbyterian Church who neither manages nor explains.

"I remember."

Clayton said solemnly, put on his hat, stood up and prepared to leave.

Although he was a little distressed, he did not think that the news was not worth six thousand pounds.

Dorne is a very big country, and if someone doesn't point it out, he may never find the same kind of country. In a way, this news is priceless.

He took a few steps towards the door, but heard the old man's voice behind him: "Mr. Bello, your things haven't been taken away yet."

Clayton turned around and saw Gronje pushing a check over the table and pouting.

"The message just now is free. Don't tell others that Gaminien has treated you badly."

"Thank you then."

Clayton slightly revised his impression of the Presbyterian Church. He carefully put away the large check and couldn't help but ask:

"Why don't you seem to take the Holy Grail Council seriously?"

The Holy Grail Society's plan to invade Sasha City is already being implemented, but the people in the Presbyterian Church have made no changes and have not summoned members to publicize the matter, as if they don't care about Athena's actions at all.

Hearing his question, the old man smiled.

The corners of Grone's mouth grinned, revealing wood-grained teeth that were the same color as his skin.

"You don't think that we old guys are doing business in the remote city of Sasha because we are too weak, do you?"

Clayton also smiled awkwardly, he had indeed had this thought.

"If they think so, we can relax." Gronje joked: "Poor Dais can't wait any longer. He is hoping to leave a wonderful battle before the end of the world, but the Holy Grail refuses to give him this Opportunity. Who made us sign a tripartite agreement with the church and the Sasha city government. Under the premise of legal competition, we cannot start wars at will or cause riots. The party that violates will be attacked by others. The same agreement was also placed in the Holy Grail Club They have learned their lessons before the case, and they neither dare nor are willing to use extraordinary power to declare war on us."

Clayton recalled what the Spider Priest had said to him in the military hospital, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

Athena is too confident.

"So they really intend to interfere with the city through the mayoral election?" he asked.

"I think so, so our main purpose is not to kill Athena Bai Luge, but to find out the mayoral candidates who are connected to her and find out what conditions she offers."

Grone slowly clenched his palms, and the emotion in his eyes was closer to indifference than ferocity: "We already know about the Hook Detective Agency. They are indeed very likely to cooperate with the Holy Grail Society, and they are all outsiders, so Do with it what you will, but be careful not to let word get out.”

Clayton responded to him with mixed emotions: "I know that."