Werewolf hunting rules

In any case, Clayton would not admit that he actually caught up with Faslag.

These people who hold public power are quite dedicated when dealing with complicated and boring data, but if the matter is related to themselves, they will show their extraordinary ability to make independent decisions and let things go in their own favorable direction. Either it can give you an advantage, or it can allow you to spend less effort. In short, you can ignore the truth when necessary.

Clayton also believes that there is no necessary connection between whether he catches up with Faslag and Faslag's death.

He is not that noble to send himself to prison for telling the truth.

The bishop cleared his throat and held his scepter with both hands. His enthusiasm was not what a priest should do when facing a dark descendant:

"The groom was attacked from the back. It is true that he did not see his attacker before he fell unconscious, but he found money stuffed into the collar of the back of his neck. This may be some kind of compensation. I think , even if the person who attacked him did such a thing, he should be a compassionate person."

The words were good, but the timing was wrong.

Now, anyone can see that they expect someone to admit that they have been in contact with Faslag, but only God knows the consequences of admitting it.

"This has nothing to do with me. I heard that on the sea, some pirates will give betrayers a black coin, called death money. When the betrayer who stole the gang's wealth receives the death money, he will know where to hide. He has been exposed, and his life is not long. Perhaps this groom has experience of serving at sea."

Snapped!

The officer slammed a pistol onto the table.

"If Harden had served at sea, he wouldn't have to groom these beasts all day long. What happened to Faslag? You just have to answer this question."

Clayton sat solemnly: "Then I don't know. But..."

The word "but" is often followed by the opposite of the first half of the sentence, and all three gentlemen concentrated until they heard "The Grail Meeting."

"Since last month, an organization calling itself the Holy Grail Society has entered the city of Sasha. I have personally witnessed their members committing crimes in the city. At least three people have been killed so far, and the real number of victims will only be more."

The werewolf revealed part of what happened to the Holy Grail Society, but the city managers responded with a lackluster response.

This is not what Clayton wants to see.

"Is that what you want to say? Boring." The officer looked at the others: "Let's let him go. Seeing him like this will tell you that it's useless."

The old bishop raised his hand, indicating that he still had some questions to ask.

Before he spoke, the official shrugged and tilted his upper body towards Clayton: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bello. The Holy Grail Society and the Presbyterian Church are actually similar in nature. You seem to have only recently become a part of them, so why not?" It’s time to accept reality. In this world, morality is just an embellishment of power. Although this has always been the case, the truth does not need to be concealed here. Organizations that have the ability to obstruct production activities will receive certain preferential treatment. Even Bishop Bolton cannot avoid reality. , even in our propaganda, the clergy have always been at odds with you, but in reality we can only say hello when we meet."

When he said this to his face, the bishop didn't get angry. He just said softly: "Times have changed."

"thanks for your reminder."

Clayton sighed. It wasn't that he didn't know, he was just taking a chance.

The officer looked at the officer with a fake expression of surprise on his face: "It's really rare. I didn't expect that I would see a day when you show mercy. Or is it that the death of old Godwin made you confused?"

"Not everyone is as heartless as you." The official turned away his face in disgust and continued to say to Clayton: "In short, whether you want to kill each other or whether you want to coexist peacefully, we don't care. Dark descendants Autonomy is the norm here, but it is not without rules. If it makes the news, you will be under his control." He pointed at the officers. "If the dark descendant's identity is publicized everywhere, then it will be under the control of his superiors."

"Then if Second Lieutenant Charles was killed by someone from the Holy Grail Society, would you care?"

Clayton now has to pretend not to know about Faslag, but the other dead officer can bring it up openly, especially since Second Lieutenant Charles’ current head must be a forgery. He doesn’t believe that Achill didn’t check. come out.

Even if there is no critical evidence of the wound location, it is definitely not normal for a corpse to have an extra head inexplicably.

But when he mentioned Charles, the expressions of the three people became weird again.

The officer's face was particularly ugly, while the official looked half-smiling. He turned to look at the officer: "Doron, he is right."

"I have nothing to say, he deserves it."

Through their reactions, Clayton immediately found that he had grasped the opponent's pain point, and he pursued the victory: "I don't know what kind of person Second Lieutenant Charles is in his life, but attacking a serving officer is a more serious crime than ordinary murders. For ordinary people, If you fight with a lieutenant, you will be imprisoned for at least three months, and the sentence will be four times that of an ordinary person. If you are killed, the situation may be more serious. The murderer will not only have to accept the death penalty, but also have all his property confiscated. As the commander, what will you do to Charles? It is obviously irresponsible to sit back and watch the ensign's death."

He simply said, "Please go deal with the Holy Grail Club."

Officer Doron, let’s call him Major here, his expression was twisted like a mouse in labor after Clayton’s analysis.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He slammed his hands on the table and glared at Clayton fiercely: "And you, how did he know this?"

A normal person would not take the initiative to understand the consequences of attacking a soldier. He felt that this bastard came to cause trouble for him deliberately after investigating everything.

"Because my rank before I retired was lieutenant." Clayton raised his head and pointed at him with his chin. "But don't look at it. I'm just a lieutenant with a low military rank. All the medals you've earned combined may not be as good as one of mine."

Major Doron stopped talking.

A considerable number of low-level officers achieved dazzling results in the war, but did not receive commensurate promotion rewards.

When he was in service, he could still use his level to suppress the opponent, but once he retired, their abilities were judged solely by the value of their badges.

Creighton Bello must be so confident, and the major did not want to humiliate himself in front of the other two.

His tone softened and he tried to persuade the werewolf: "So you have also been a soldier, so you should have heard of what the Salvation Army is. They are a group of epileptic fanatics who also try to infect others. Sasha City Without these people, it might be a good thing.”

Clayton didn't think so: "You are right, but I think that whether the people of the Holy Grail Society killed Second Lieutenant Charles had nothing to do with whether they broke the law. They could kill Second Lieutenant Charles, and of course they dared to attack other people. So. I think the Holy Grail will be a huge source of instability that needs to be dealt with promptly.”

"Who will handle it?" Doron asked.

"What does this question mean?"

After confirming that Clayton really didn't know, the major's tone became tougher again: "You don't think that only humans can become monsters, do you? If it weren't for that damn Grone of your Presbyterian Church, hiring human race outside the city We have destroyed a forest and made wild beasts everywhere, so we don’t have so few manpower to defend the city. It’s up to us to deal with the wild animal monsters in the sewers and the forest.”

Clayton only knew this now, and he could somewhat understand the major's attitude, but he still had problems in his heart.

“Then why not let the Salvation Army take care of the chores?”

The officer suddenly stopped talking and glanced at the bishop cautiously, but the latter didn't say anything.

Clayton suddenly discovered that the relationship between the military and the church seemed different from what he knew before.