The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 11 New Era

Werewolf, Grail, Dead, Harpy, Darkin, Elder.
The words literally confuse Creighton.

He originally thought that killing all the monitors would make the Holy Grail Society retreat, because they would be afraid of the church and the government, but he didn't expect that there was another force entrenched in Sasha City, and the situation was even worse than he thought complex.

"In Sasha City, the Council of Elders and the sheriff together maintain the order of the city. There are also Councils of Elders in other cities. While maintaining the order of the city, they will also protect the interests of us aliens."

Galid looked at Clayton with a smile: "The government is also aware of this."

He casually mentioned the names of several dark descendants whose identities were semi-disclosed, all of whom had considerable energy in society.

One of them was an equipment supplier for the military that Clayton was familiar with.

The myth of the White religion is that the main god Corolla created all normal animals and plants in a white light, and those shadows that distort the creatures created by God in the corner of the world are divided into dark races, also known as dark descendants, who are born with original sin .

Regarding these dark races, monkey-faced men, ghouls, vampires, etc. are frequent visitors in bedside stories,
But after decades of no one seeing them on the street after the introduction of night lighting laws, people gradually began to question their authenticity, and then they were no longer interested in studying their deeds, but these wild stories Beautify it and stuff it into the children's fairy tale book.

But they are real, and Clayton discovered the truth the day he turned into a werewolf.

But at that time, he did not expect that under the appearance of the ordinary world, they had already established another paradise.

"Elder Gronier is discussing with the mayor whether to organize a construction plan to try to solve the problem of canal silting. It would be great if it succeeds, and the dock area will be lively again."

Galid led the dog all the way with emotion, until the end Clayton didn't find the difference between him and ordinary people.

Gaylid himself has maintained a certain self-confidence.

It was as if he and the creatures he represented were the masters of the city.

"You are very polite, this is not an ordinary thing. Maybe you should quit your job and become a sheriff in the Sheriff's Department. Although ordinary sheriffs are part-time and have no salary, the elders will provide their own 8 pounds a week. Salary, and, I think we will get along." Gelid suggested sincerely.

For £80 a single commoner can live relatively respectably in the city for a year - in his own class.

The pay for this job is not bad.

But under the arrangement of the Presbyterian Church, there may be other content attached to the work of the sheriff.

Facing Gaylid's suggestion, Clayton was not sure what he really meant, and was silent for a moment, but chose to tell him: "My current job pays three times that amount."

Hearing this answer, Gelid coughed lightly: "That's fine, sometimes it's not a bad thing to stay the same."

For some reason, his stride was confused.

Clayton made the second half of the walk after Gaylid left.

He went to the boulevard to retrieve the clothes and erase the traces by the way.

After returning home, he put on gloves and cleaned the house with cleaning tools on a daily basis.Some unnecessary emotions dissipated with the boring labor.

After the labor was over, he sat down on the sofa in the study, and when he wanted to reorganize his secret operations today according to his good habits in the army, he found that he had no memory of the appearance of Sheriff Gayled at all.

Galid was a man with a dog on a leash.Other than that, there is no impression.

Is he taller than me, or shorter than me?
What color is his hair?
What about age?
Is the bridge of the nose straight, or sunken?

What about the smell?Does he smoke?what brand?
Clayton carefully recalled it twice before he was sure that he hadn't ignored the observation of Gayled because of his mood at the time, but that he had really forgotten the information.

This probably belongs to the special ability of the other party.

He thought of the monitors sent by the Holy Grail Society so far.

Those people have some darkin traits on the outside, but they are still mortals and have no special abilities.

He saw that the "Harpy" was a wound that failed to heal after surgery, and she was not the real thing.And the previous "living dead" will also lose control because of instincts that don't actually exist.

The Holy Grail seems to have the technology to create darkin counterfeit.

Clayton looked around, his eyes flicking over the desks, the weapons on the wall, and the lacquered shelves full of books.

For the first time in the house he had lived in for four years, he felt uneasy.But what changed was not him, but the truth hidden in the living environment.

He didn't care at first.

But he was still terrified when he noticed the face of the "Harpy".

The owner of that face was not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, a beautiful young girl in her prime.

It made him think of his niece Donna Bello.

Because Tritis didn't want to meet with Bello's family again, Clayton had never met his niece, but he always imagined his only blood relative in the world.

If she had inherited his elder brother's good looks, Donna would also be a pretty girl.

Among the many faces that Clayton imagined, there was a similarity to the harpy girl.Therefore, he gave birth to extra pity, and even unwilling to ask for more information, he ended her painful career with one shot, freeing her soul from the deformed and rotten bird body.

He couldn't imagine his relatives becoming like that.

Thankfully, the Banshee only understands Taunton, so Creighton can be sure she's not Donna.

But it also aroused his sense of crisis.

Garrid was friendly to him, and presumably to the other darkin as well.

If it was an ordinary person who died at the hands of the Darkin, as long as it didn't attract the attention of others, Galid would probably help suppress it.

Just like tonight, Gaylid walked past Clayton's shooting lightly.

No one knows how many times something like this has happened.

Sasha City has a population of 110 million, one-fifth of which are migrants with strong mobility. Disappearance is the most common thing here, so this number can be guessed a bit larger.

From Clayton's point of view, the city is not peaceful,
If Donna wants to go to school here, she doesn't know what will happen to her. It's better to let her continue her studies in her original city. Even if she can't, Clayton's financial resources are enough to support her to live a prosperous life.

He need not ask Charlotte any more about the girls' school,
Even if Clayton wanted to see his relatives again, he had to write to Tritis to tell them not to come.

With such tangled feelings, he took out a piece of letter paper and began to write a letter to Tritis.

"I want to repent, Father Patty."

Joe Mani clasped his fingers and knelt in front of the statue, mourning to the administrator of the church.

He has taken off his disguise and revealed his real appearance.

Joe had had enough of what happened last night. Even though he was being targeted by the Holy Grail Society, Clayton was always helping him, and the troubles he encountered became more and more bizarre.

From the very beginning, the Holy Grail will block the town, and now it sends out legendary monsters.

Everything is like a nightmare.

Joe Mani didn't want to rely on the Holy Grail to broaden his horizons and knowledge in this area.

Even if it is for the people around him not to be involved, he must do his best to stop the other party.

"My name is not Martin, but Joe Mani. I came here a week ago to do volunteer work, not because my heart is for the Lord, but for refuge."

The young priest was dressed in black, with a cross of swords on a silver chain on his chest.He had brilliant blond hair and looked a little younger than Joe.

Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows behind, mottled their bodies and the ground.

"Relax, my child. Even unbelievers are protected by the Father." He reassured Joe kindly: "Vegetables, cows, tobacco... They don't believe in religion, but the warm sun will always shine on them."

This metaphor is really a bit strange, but Joe Mani needs exactly this kind of attitude from the priest.

"No matter what kind of difficulty you can tell me."

Petty promised that he saw Joe's contribution to the church during this period, so he didn't feel much ill after the other party confessed.

It is also his job to persuade the prodigal son of the unbelievers.

"My Lord have mercy."

Joe lowered his head, brewing his emotions: "I provoked a strange religious group during my trip to Taunton. They don't believe in other gods, and they also proclaim the name of the heavenly father Corolla. I met them At the time, I found out that this order was preaching to the residents in a small town on the outskirts of Taunton."

Although Joe is nervous, he is the kind of person who will exert his best ability when he is nervous.

Facing Father Petit, every breath and syllable he made was propelled by the power from the heart, as smooth as if he was delivering his own speech.

He would tell in one breath the atrocities he had seen in Taunton and his escape.

".They call themselves the Holy Grail Society, and the first ancestor of the sect was named Sirilu"

The priest's kind face gradually disappeared, but Qiao Mani became more and more happy in his heart.

He knew it was a sign that the other party cared.

Baijiao is the most tolerant religion and also the least tolerant.

These pious clergymen can tolerate unbelievers and heretics, but they will never allow heresies of the same clan to appear in front of them.

The several expeditions of the Papal Knights of the White Church in history were all to expel and kill the former church members.

(End of this chapter)