The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 105 Surprise again and again
The major was full of confidence.

The ancient sage had left eight different extraordinary inheritances for this world, and he had practiced two of them, the way of the blade representing combat and the way of blood representing health.Even though the practice of the way of the blade taught by the military department is still short, it has been practiced for three years so far, and even in front of the knights who were conferred by the Queen herself, they are not without strength to fight back.

3 minute later.

"Two inheritances?"

"Noble warrior?"

"School officer extraordinary?"

Clayton was surprised and hit Major Doron's upper body with heavy punches one after another.

"Thank you, it's the first time I know this knowledge, which somewhat makes up for my ignorance."

The major bent down with a pale face, he was already unable to intercept and dodge Clayton's attack, the impact forced him to take another step back:
"Let's discuss it, you can beat him in another place."

"That can't be done, that's exactly what I want."

God damn bastard, the information provided by the elders to the government is completely wrong. How could this guy's strength and speed be that of a darkborn newborn who just broke the seal of the world?

Only 3 minutes passed this time, and he felt the sense of defeat from being completely crushed from strength to speed to weight.

The opponent hasn't even transformed yet!
The werewolf's yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, but it restrainedly preserved the human form. The epidermis used to cover up the color of the wolf's fur evolved into pale, almost bloodless, looking like a dead person, or a medicine man wearing human skin. A puppet, but the major saw a lively sincerity in the monster's eyes.

It really wants to teach itself a lesson.

Damn it, the way of the blade of the military should have eliminated most of his pain, and the way of blood left to him by the noble blood can also improve his ability to fight. Why does he still feel the pain he felt when he was a mortal?
The major did not miss this negative feeling at all.

boom!
Another punch hit him in the stomach.The major finally couldn't help vomiting it out, his throat seemed to open a fountain, and all the white solid-liquid mixture rushed to the ground.

"Damn it, my Sauton black tea and chicken sandwich!" He wiped the corner of his mouth angrily.

Clayton withdrew his hand and took a step back: "Now we can talk about some formal things."

Although it was his last decision to beat up Doron, it wasn't that he didn't have confidence in himself.

As he became a werewolf for a longer period of time, he developed his sense of smell more and more deeply. The smell of Major Doron shows that he is a just right opponent, at least in terms of physical fitness. .

But this officer doesn't seem to have much experience in close combat
It's no wonder that Clayton knew from his age and state of maintenance that he was a young man who had studied in a military academy.

Even if this kind of person has participated in the war, he is still a son, and will not become a veteran, because they have skipped the stage of soldiers.

As soon as they graduated, this kind of aristocratic youth immediately had the rank of lieutenant officer and became an officer who commanded others, without having to train in the mud.Even if they enter the front line, there is always a last guarantee of life-their high ransom, so they also prefer risky decisions.

After beating up Doron, Creighton suddenly lost interest. He didn't understand why he always had to deal with this kind of person.

Major Doron vomited cleanly, but he suppressed his anger when he raised his head.

"How did you get the power of authority? You kind of person." He couldn't continue.

"power?"

Clayton was stunned for a moment, and Grogne had explained to him what it was.

It is a force that communicates with all things.In theory, everyone can accumulate this kind of power, but he remembers that even if this kind of power is purposefully cultivated, it needs long-term accumulation to be effective.

"You probably made a mistake." He didn't want to waste time on this topic: "And it's you who should answer my question now."

Doron spit again, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

"Great, I took a beating and still answer your question truthfully, do you think it's possible?"

"I thought you were a bastard, but I hoped to accept the bet."

"Then I have a question for you too."

"Whatever you want." Clayton didn't care.

"Would you like to go back to the army? In this city?"

"No. I left the army precisely because I avoided dealing with people like you."

The major snorted, sat down on a clean surface, and lit another cigarette. This time he took only one puff and started coughing. Feeling the convulsions in his stomach, he had to push the cigarette end to the ground again. crushed.

"go ahead."

The disdain in Clayton's tone was undisguised: "Who instructed you to kill the people in this mine?"

"I don't need someone else's instructions to do this."

"Or let me put it another way, is your decision to kill everyone here entirely out of your own behavior? Or did you get some kind of inspiration from the outside world through seeing and hearing. Note, I'm not talking about orders, It's about inspiration."

The major raised his hand holding the cigarette, then put it down listlessly: "I've always done this."

"Before Faslag died, did you have the experience of leaving the barracks with him?"

"I wouldn't hang out with idiots like that."

After getting the desired answer, Clayton turned and left.

Since Major Doron didn't come here to clean up the traces after being hinted by the spider priest, it means that their actions here are not in vain.

Everything is still in time.

"Eleven hours have passed, and Cicero is in trouble."

Diesel, the captain of Detective Hook during this operation, said to his subordinates.

In the room next to them, a drunk Fasslag was singing out of tune.

"Maybe it was an accident." A detective said, but then added: "I hope it's just an accident. That country witcher has been thinking about breaking the contract and pulling us to get rid of the employer. This kind of mental state is worth worrying about. He You'd be mad if you knew Cooper was dead, and maybe Cicero was haunted by him."

"It's okay, that's how we arranged it at the beginning, isn't it? The firm's seal is here, Nien gave it to me, and the captain has another one." Another detective stretched out his hand, showing others the ring on his finger. Xi: "It was because of the state of the witcher that the brother who lived in the hotel did not keep the seal of choice, so as not to be stolen by him. Without the seal, even if he went crazy, he would not be able to apply or report to the office. Actions are individual actions."

Diesel looked at them with firm eyes: "I don't think so. Cicero is probably dead."

The room fell silent.

There are six people here, but the breathing is barely audible.

"Hold."

Someone fucked in frustration, but Diesel was in a daze just now and couldn't make out who said it.

"Sasha City is such a ghost place." One of his subordinates sighed, "I thought I could take a vacation here."

"Sasha City, a city of knowledge and books." - This is the slogan pasted on a red brick column at the station, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

They were used to death, but death was unexpected in this city.

Usually, cities with such slogans have no violent conflicts of interest, and there are no violent gangs that can threaten them.

"If we let our guard down, we can't blame the enemy for taking advantage of it."

Diesel looked around at the others: "And the problem here may be much bigger than we expected. Those monsters are very closely integrated with the government and regional forces. I originally wanted to wait for Cicero to come back before assigning the next task." The configuration, unified explanation of what I saw before, but now it seems that this is not necessary."

No matter what Cicero's situation was at this time, it was impossible for him to rush back.

"This afternoon, when I was taking Cooper to the cemetery, I happened to see the werewolf that Ms. Prugger asked us to investigate. He walked into the holy place at the invitation of the priest of the church."

[The priests here are really not particular. ] This idea popped up in the minds of the detectives.

Church sanctuaries are, of course, sanctuaries, but only human sanctuaries.

They only heard that poor people who were persecuted by evil ghosts fled into the church to pray for holy asylum. At worst, wanted criminals who escaped the death penalty would hide in holy places to avoid the violent law enforcement by the sheriff. The existence of werewolves would only act as villains in the story. .

The oldest detective among the detectives coughed twice: "I have to confirm, did the priest have a personal relationship with it, or did the bishop of the local diocese invite it in?"

They dealt with a person who turned into a monster in their recent mission. The transformation of the person concerned has nothing to do with the evilness of the psychology. If the werewolf was also a person in the past and retained a personal relationship with the priests of the church, then what happened to Diesel The said phenomenon is also possible.

He still couldn't believe that a monster had walked into the holy place.

The church has always preached that darkness cannot invade the church. If there is already darkness in the church, what are believers going to do there?

The old detective is also a believer, and he will go back to worship after this mission, so he pays special attention to this issue.

Diesel shook his head: "Unfortunately, I don't know, but when I saw them, they were walking towards the depths of the cemetery together, and when I tried to follow them, I was told by the priest that it was closed. It is for this reason that I think the information provided by Ms. Pruger is completely untrustworthy, and even if attacked by monsters from the Presbyterian Church, hiding in the church may not guarantee safety."

"Then shall we continue with this mission?"

The detectives looked eagerly at Diesel, seeking an answer.

Before the results come out, they can already be sure that they will be satisfied with this.

"Of course, we only do investigation tasks, and there is no link of conflict, so it should be considered safe." Diesel gave an affirmative answer.

If necessary, they can even anonymously announce that someone is going to break into the house, and then carry out activities and evacuate.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if the other party wants to kill someone, he must consider the local influence.

After staying in prison for a while, follow-up support from the firm should also arrive.

"Deep winter is approaching, we can't go back empty-handed, can 'sleeping' be worse than having no money to spend? After Ramadan is Creation Day, if you don't plan to make a fuss during the holiday, we will do it It would be a wise move to go home."

The detectives let out a sporadic laugh, restoring some morale.

Yes, they're going to keep going.

For their own sake, they have to continue.

　It may be a bit late to say this, but I wish you all a happy new year

　　
　
(End of this chapter)