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The description "very promising" was applied to Clayton, and he felt that he deserved it.

Moreover, the last person who praised him so much sent him and twenty other young men who were also praised in a big ship to Luolun. The number of these young men who had never seen the sea before came back alive was less than one-third of the total. Layton still has a psychological shadow on this officer.

Clayton glanced at Mr. Owl's leather shoes, which were less than three centimeters from the edge of the open door leaf.

This man was just eavesdropping.

But the place was borrowed from him, and Clayton couldn't blame him.

"You flatter me."

Mr. Owl's avian face shows no expression—or it does, but is incomprehensible to those unfamiliar with his species.

In the darkness, they stared at each other. Counting Barbara, there were three pairs of eyes glowing.

"I heard about what you did. People with bold actions like you can achieve success anywhere. The Presbyterian Church needs people like you."

Clayton was a little embarrassed, none of the elders had said that.

He began to guess who this person was.

Noticing his emotions, Akzi changed the subject: "Gailed is really lucky to be able to find you. If you are willing to get more involved in the affairs of the Presbyterian Church after handling the matters at hand, you can come here to see me at any time. Want a job. And so does this lady." He looked at Barbara.

While Mr. Owl was talking to Clayton, Clayton also noticed that Barbara on the side was staring at the door behind him intently. Although she was not looking directly at the scenery inside, she was still attracted by the smell of blood. , even if Cretton didn't use a method that caused bloodshed on Detective Hook.

The bloody smell emanating from the mouth and nose is also so clear to the vampire's senses.

"If I'm free." Clayton didn't agree or refuse, feeling slightly touched in his heart.

When he was still an individual, he had lived a boring single life and became a monster that was not tolerated by society. Instead, his interactions became more frequent.

This is really an interesting phenomenon.

After Akzi left, he did not call for Volentin, but stopped for Barbara.

"Madam, what are your plans for the future?" He planned to solve this problem in the corridor.

"What do you mean?" the vampire asked hesitantly.

It is not difficult to see that Barbara has a beautiful face, but her nervous behavior and hunchback put her out of the upper class at a glance. Clayton couldn't figure out why she was unwilling to go home and join the Presbyterian Church directly, but instead risked death as a "temporary worker."

"Then let me be frank, don't you have any idea of ​​going home? Blood is now also a commodity. There are many legal sources, and you can get it without risking your life."

Clayton still wants her to leave.

The appearance of a vampire is similar to that of a human being, and there is no taboo against being forced to transform on a full moon night, and she will not go crazy due to pain. Theoretically, as long as there is sufficient blood supply, she will hardly reveal her identity in human society, and she has the ability to continue herself of "normal".

He couldn't understand the behavior of someone who had such an advantage but was bent on throwing himself into the dangerous flames.

"Are you going to drive me away again?" Barbara asked keenly, with a sad look on her face: "I don't have a job, so I can't provide the information the meeting wants. The doctor's drug rationing I was asked to pay immediately, otherwise I would have to transfer it to other patients and wait for the next batch. My husband is a bricklayer, but he is no more diligent than when we got married. His income is getting lower day by day. My son is twelve years old. On weekdays, I dropped out of school before finishing school because I couldn't afford the tuition, and now I help work in the factory. And I can only cook and sweep the floor. In front of them, what do I have to complain about? It was all chalked up to me being out of my mind. No one believed what I saw or heard."

Her eye circles gradually turned red: "You may find it ridiculous to say this, but what's the use of going home? Where else can I get happiness? I know I should go home, but I feel relaxed and free outside . Elder Gronje has promised a lot of reward, and I can earn a lot of money by working here. I will go back in the spring, but before that, in order to stay here, I will do it even if you ask me to kill someone."

Clayton realized that he couldn't convince her because her purpose was clear, at least clearer than his.

"I just hope you don't regret it."

He himself regretted mentioning it, and now he was even more afraid of starting a family.

Barbara wiped her tears with her sleeves: "I have already regretted what I should regret. Mr. Bello, you don't have to let me go because I am a woman, because I brought it all on myself."

There is nothing more to say at this point.

Clayton took off the gun on his left waist, which was the gun that had been confiscated from her before. Since Lady Barbara has the consciousness of a warrior, of course he is also willing to achieve adult beauty.

"I will return this gun to you. You must remember to ask Galid at the Sheriff's Department to get more bullets. You can use the Sheriff's Department's venue to practice more. But remember to read the instructions in the Sheriff's Manual first, or ask someone for guidance. , lest you accidentally hit someone’s head because of irregular movements.”

"I remember that." Barbara took the pistol solemnly.

"Try to keep your gun close to your body and don't give it to anyone else, even if that person is your teammate."

Creighton offered a final warning.

A person who cannot keep his weapons cannot be a warrior, no matter which battlefield he is on.

Right in the center of the city, the carnival reached its climax at two in the morning.

In the party villas, gentlemen with waxed hair and sparkling eyes gathered together in decorated booths and talked loudly, but even talking loudly was regarded as a matter of course of their status. Women's long skirts stir up the fragrance as they move forward and backward, bringing a touch of tenderness and excitement to this warm spring-like interior.

The wire tubes carrying whale oil and electric current were buried in the wall, making a slight buzzing sound that echoed the music of the band, which was dizzying.

After the current dance ended, Philip nodded to his partner, then put down the woman's hand and returned to the corner.

Someone was waiting for him there.

Taking a glass of red wine from the waiter, he returned to the discussion group.

This is not a relaxing environment, everything done here, including entertainment, is his job and he has to present his own image.

The task given by Gronier to Philip is to run for mayor, because this is a temporary task with no preparation before. He must now participate in more public activities to show his presence and speak out his political ideas in order to win over the gentlemen. of votes.

Fortunately, he had a public job in the city before, so it was not like starting from scratch.

As for why we chose to go to such a magnificent place instead of going to the square, it has to do with the country's voting system.

The number of votes a citizen of the kingdom holds is closely related to the amount of tax he pays. The more taxes he pays, the greater his contribution to society, and thus he can receive additional votes.

As for those criminals who evade taxes, civilians who can't find jobs, and homeless people, they naturally don't even have a ticket.

Those civilians who have jobs are better off, but the average vote per capita is less than one. Thank God if five people can put together one vote. Without the help of the parish council to classify and count the political leanings of the crowd during the election, their votes will not be counted at all. Methods for counting.

Therefore, although the lower class people have a lot of votes due to their numerical advantage, it is not easy to get votes from them.

The gentlemen here can often contribute dozens or hundreds of votes alone, so it is self-evident to choose who to start conquering.

However, he was not the only one who thought so.

Phillip's eyes turned to several other corners, and he saw two other candidates talking to others.

One is Drew, who is rated fourth overall, and the other is Carolin, who is fifth. He himself is third, a good or bad number, all because he has money.

The first two have more important parties, so they are not here.

It was speculated at the meeting that the Holy Grail Club intends to select its spokesperson among these mayoral candidates, so it is basically certain that there are only three suspects - the second, fourth, and fifth, because the first has no need to find foreign aid, and he There is support from the Presbyterian Church.

During this period of competition, all candidates will receive blessings under the abbot of the church to avoid being mind-controlled or parasitized by alien species.

In other words, if someone does something for the Holy Grail Society, he must know what he is doing.

Philip noticed that Caroline Culles looked very calm today, with a faint look of confidence, not as irritable as before.

Philip remembered that a private review in "Sasha Morning News" rated him fifth. After being labeled a "hopeless", he became furious and reduced many public appearances.

The intelligence provided by Creighton Bello claimed that Carolingian's younger brother Fathrag died at the hands of the Holy Grail Society, but today Carolingian is so complacent, just like his dead brother It turned into the same weight as gold, which is really puzzling.

Philip decided to go back and make a report.

The ball they were at now was held by a parish steward, and the theme was to discuss privately the commercial development of the area around Sasha City and negotiate a solution that would satisfy everyone.

And the purpose of his coming was to find a way to oppose this.

Because this is something the Presbyterian Church would not allow to happen.

There is a lot of arable land in the countryside around Sasha City, and most of it is in the hands of urbanites. But if everyone present agrees to occupy agricultural land to build factories or use it to grow inedible cash crops, then more land will be needed. Importing grain from other places to fill the shortage will inevitably cause chaos in the local grain market, raising grain prices, and farmers who have lost their farmland will have to go to cities to compete with citizens for jobs.

This is not a good thing.