The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 115 The Times Are Calling

When Diesel's traces were completely wiped out from the room, Athena Brugge gathered her many legs, disguised herself as a human and sat back on the chair.

Although she has entered a short state of weakness due to eating at this moment, she is content.

It won't be long before she regains her strength.

At that time, she will personally handle all the affairs of the Holy Grail here.

If it weren't for the incompetence of Hook's detectives, another priest would have arrived in Sasha City to handle the follow-up affairs.

Although the magic spells of demons are also very useful, vampires are natural charm experts, which can save them a lot of negotiation methods.

Detective Hook’s foreign affairs were monitored by the Kingdom’s Intelligence Department, the Holy Grail Society was persecuted by religion for “endangering national security”, and the priests were also listed on the list of meritorious deeds, so they could not let Priest Anriel through the border.In order to allow the smuggling, Priest Anriel gave up nearly all of his blood so that he could disguise himself as a mummy of Maxley.

This will make the vampire lose nearly [-]% of its power, but it can fool the transcendent at the border checkpoint.

However, Priest Anriel seems to have encountered a setback at the transit center.

Athena leaned on the back of the chair, concentrating on picking off the blood scabs on her nails.

As Diesel said, there should be no more reinforcements from Detective Hook, and Priest Anriel, who came with them, will not end well either.

She didn't feel sad. Even if they shared the same belief, the priests were not inseparable. At least the relationship between her and Priest Anriel was not as good as the brothers and sisters in the name.

A priest who cannot produce healthy offspring, however powerful, is but a defective product, unable to receive the full courtesy of his fellow-citizens.

She's more pissed off than she's shown Diesel about the incompleteness of the Newborn, but there's still time to correct it all.

After all, the dark moon has not really come yet.

She still holds out hope for a truly new era.

Thinking of the possibility of happiness in the future, the corners of Athena's mouth curled up unconsciously, filled with appetite again.

For the sake of the group, she must allow this body to accumulate more energy.

knock.

Under the influence of the invisible man, the bolt of the door lock turned and resumed its open state.

Athena faced the door, raised her hand to hold her throat, and made the same sound as Diesel.

"Anson, come into the room, the lady has something to ask you."

"Clayton, what do you see?" Sheriff Martin asked his companion, also on horseback.

Even so, he wasn't nervous at all.

Because it is impossible for someone to be at the place the other party is looking at. It is a famous landmark in St. Alvin's parish - a tall minaret.

The white marble and stepped tapered tower is the pride of the parish.

The Public Security Department of St. Alvin Parish has not been established for a long time, and the locals have a place to rest and practice their guns. Unfortunately, St. Alvin Parish is the most chaotic area in the city. , is still not enough to govern the entire parish.Sheriffs from other dioceses are needed to assist.

Creighton Bello was his partner tonight.

This man has rich experience. He has only started working as a sheriff in recent months, but his work has not been flawed. He is quite good at using his eyes and posture to make people obey. It is said that he has managed the aborigines in the colony, so he has practiced his skills .

"No, nothing." Clayton turned his gaze back from the minaret.

"I always thought it was a chaotic place when I was in St. Morede Parish, but these nights it seems to be too quiet."

Martin shook his waist and adjusted his sitting position on the saddle: "Although there are many gangs in St. Alvin Parish, it is not a land of no man. Regarding your worries, I can only say that everything is under control. Those days The biggest boss has a sense of proportion, and they will take care of their own people."

"Maybe." Clayton didn't say any more.

Of course he knew the reason for the quietness of St. Alvin Parish, but it was still necessary to test Martin's attitude.

It now appears that these parishioners still harbor feelings of repulsion towards their colleagues from other parishes.

The fact that violent gangs are held in such high esteem and status here that locals take pride in them as an integral part of their environment is beyond Creighton's grasp.

Of course, the attitude of the local residents is not important. What Clayton is more concerned about is that Major Doron massacred the gang members in the mine, but the local gang did not respond. This incident did not even go to this parish Local newspapers—the newspapers in Sasha City never let go of a single point of interest, not to mention a vicious incident in which hundreds of people were killed or injured. Profit-seeking newspapers should compete with each other to be the first to publish an article.

"Calm" is a very different phenomenon. Someone is suppressing this news and keeping it from ordinary people.

But this kind of suppression is not a good thing, he can feel something brewing in the calm.

After walking two blocks, Clayton remembered more important matters, and stopped to ask Martin again.

"By the way, have you seen those legendary monsters? I heard that many people resigned because they saw them, and some people were even eaten by them."

The reaction of the fellow sheriff was particularly furtive, and he brought the horse closer to the lieutenant before he could speak: "I don't want to discourage your service to the parishioners, but it's true, and if you're afraid, you can Get out of the Sheriff's Department as soon as possible, and I mean any Sheriff's Department."

Even in the middle of the conversation, Clayton's yellow eyes vigilantly scanned the dark corners of the street, trying to find the culprit of his palpitations.

"Unless the Sheriff's Department closes down, I don't think that's likely."

Martin nodded appreciatively: "I'm very confident. I like people like you. Only if there are more people like you can we restore our reputation."

"What happened?" Clayton wanted to know how far the people's understanding of the Darkin had progressed.

"There were some strange noises in the sewer, like huge animals walking in the pipes, making the neighbors restless at night; the homeless people in Chicken Feet Lane felt that they were being licked by wild animals in their sleep, and when they woke up, their clothes disappeared. ;Children see strange lights in the sky at night, and just looking at them allows them to spend the night without sleep; A few white priests from other places preached that the world is coming to an end on the street, but they still ask everyone to donate money to buy them. Bread; a female prisoner who has been in prison for theft for many times suddenly claims to be a wizard and starts selling homemade panacea to people around her. It tastes very bitter and is useless, so I arrested her again”

He rambled a lot, and finally looked at Clayton: "Can you believe this happened in the last three months?"

"It seems to be a bit much."

Clayton had to admit that he never seemed to pay attention to such corners and corners.

It sounded like his life in St. Mored's parish was pretty peaceful by comparison.

However, he knew that this was not to say that there were no such situations in the Diocese of St. Morede, but that the people who spread these rumors were not familiar with him. In fact, he was not familiar with most of the local people.

If it wasn't for work needs, Clayton would rather shut himself in the room alone.

Although times have changed, he also had an ideal - to be a successful sculptor, which is a great profession that draws inspiration from loneliness.

If it weren't for the hard work he put in during his teenage years, he wouldn't be as good at making fakes as he is today.

"I would like to know if there are more direct eyewitness reports."

Sheriff Martin was silent for a moment, and raised his voice slightly unwillingly: "More directly. Of course. The mason's witch, old Perrault is a responsible person, but his wife is different. She looks different. Like people here. This woman was originally a washerwoman, but in the past six months she has shown extraordinary sensitivity and madness. I went to see her once, and she said that she heard a special voice, although I didn’t hear it. But what she said must be true, I have not seen any other washerwoman with such energy as her, she can even take burning coals out of the fire without tongs, and her eyes will shine, like .”

He was about to say "like a cat," but turned to see Clayton, whose yellow eyes were also frighteningly bright in the lantern's light.

"Did I see it wrong? Your eyes seem to be glowing too?" He covered the holster of his gun and raised the lantern to question. "And your nails, why are your nails black?"

"I eat fish a lot, and common sense and medicine say that eating fish is good for your eyes. They may be a little brighter, but that's the result of my careful maintenance. As for my nails, I accidentally moved the sofa. I crushed my fingers."

The lieutenant cites scriptures and proves strongly that he still belongs to the level of ordinary people.

"My God, then you have to be careful."

Martin withdrew the lantern with half-belief, after all, these reasons were justified.Secondly, even if Creighton lied, he might not be able to defeat a hostile monster.

"Well, I have to say that that woman's eyes are probably about as bright as yours, and should be brighter, and she can't afford fish."

"What's her name?" Clayton asked interestedly, he wanted to pay a visit.

"Barbara, but don't even try to see her, she has disappeared recently."

Hearing the name, Clayton immediately lost interest.He had witnessed this abnormal person before, and it was very frequent.

He didn't defend Barbara, though, saying she also worked for the Sheriff's Department.

If a washerwoman suddenly has the qualifications to become a sheriff, it can explain the problem more directly than a pair of glowing eyes.

Just as two sheriffs were patrolling by on horseback, a young man on the side of the road suddenly yelled in pain, and then fell down.

(End of this chapter)