The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 12
"...They tracked me to the country now, and sent a demon messenger. This is the first time I have seen such a monster."

When Qiao Mani said this, his eyes showed real panic.

He wasn't afraid of the existence of those animals that were different from nature. Clayton's two shots made him understand that monsters were also afraid of muskets.What he is afraid of is the overlap between monsters and humans.

It's like stuffing the human soul into the body of a cow or sheep.That blasphemous guilt.
Thinking of the face of the harpies, Joe Mani's throat was a little blocked.

"Relax, kid, and tell me what happened to you."

Father Petit's tone was unhurried. He held the sword cross necklace on his chest, squatted down and pressed it against Joe's forehead, and his warm voice came to Joe's ears.

"The radiance of the Father will drive away the evil spirits in you, so there is no need to worry."

"I saw the harpies, monsters of legend"

Warmth came from his forehead, and Joe felt himself floating into the sky, but his body was still in place. The feeling of lightness made him unable to bear to tell everything, but something heavy suppressed him in time.

"It followed me all the way to the house. But I finally found it and chased it off with a pistol."

"Where do you live?"

"214 Mercy Street."

Joe lied, he sank the harpy's body into the bottom of the river last night after Clayton was gone.

Although the river is shallow at the Quayside, there are usually no visitors there.No one will re-excavate it for several years, and it can be regarded as a relatively peaceful cemetery.

After returning home, he cleaned up the shards of glass, and tried to cover up the gunhole on the wall. No one would think that it had something to do with Clayton.

But Joe also left something as evidence.

He grabbed a blood-stained ochre feather from his pocket and offered it in his palm.

The feather exuded a faint stench, Peti picked it up without disgust, looked at it for a few seconds, and finally made an announcement.

"It's just the feather of the redback, not the feather of the harpies."

"How is this possible?!" Qiao Mani asked back in surprise, but he disposed of the corpse himself, confirming that those weird shapes were not owned by animals in nature.

"I clearly saw the woman's head and the bird's body that continued to emit a rotten smell, just like the one in the legend!"

"I'm not saying that you read it wrong, I'm just stating the facts, not only harpies can grow rancid feathers." Priest Peiti put down his necklace, stood up, and signaled the priest to open the door of the church, formally Meet believers today.

"You've done a good job, but you shouldn't go any further. Let us do the rest, kid."

Joe raised his head, and the doubts on his face hadn't dissipated: "But these existences are too bizarre, Father, please tell me what's going on here?"

"After that, it has nothing to do with you. You should return to an ordinary and comfortable life. Of course, if you are worried about safety, you can continue to volunteer with us."

Joe cleared his throat. He wanted to know about the other world anyway, for the sake of their troubles.

"I want to be baptized, Father!"

If he could become a believer, he might be able to learn more, he thought.

Father Petit was turning around to go to the high platform to prepare for today's preaching. He paused after hearing this cry. He was confused by the man's enthusiasm.

Of course he knew what Joe was up to, but most people don't just crawl out of the mud and put their heads back in.

"It's not that simple to become a teacher." He turned his head and told Joe seriously.

"But if you insist, go and recite the scriptures first. Next week, I will arrange a godfather who can help you understand God's grace. During this process, you can give up at any time."

"I will prove my piety."

Joe stood up, his legs a little numb, so it took him a moment to regain his balance.

Father Petty saw that there were very few people of his faith, but he didn't care. There were very few truly pious people left in the world.

In the false peace maintained with the dark descendants, countries have reduced the power of the White Church in order to restore the central power. They have taken away a large amount of land from the White Church, and strictly limited the number and development of monastery schools, gradually replacing monastery schools with public schools .

After losing the power of education, the church's believer base has declined from generation to generation.

Up to now, Father Petit doesn't care whether the believers are devout or not. In this era, as long as it is beneficial, the identity of believers can no longer even be human.

The mayor's son's pet dog had been baptized by him, and it was really a pious dog.

"By the way, are you still planning to come to the church to do volunteer work during this time?" He asked Joe. "We don't have money here, but free communion can be given."

Joe touched the prickly heat that hadn't faded away on his face, and nodded vigorously.

"I come!"

"still following me"

Clayton pushed down the brim of his hat, trying to hide his face.

But it didn't help, because his 188cm tall, even when sitting, the broad shoulders that matched his burly body were still quite conspicuous in the crowd.

Bruno was following him—in order to enforce a business contract with Marietta.

Although Clayton knew that Bruno was following him, and Bruno knew that he knew that he was following him, Bruno still would not give up following him.

Because Bruno took money from Marie Etta.

Clayton was sitting at a round table covered with a clean white tablecloth, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip subconsciously, then threw in three pieces of sugar in one breath.

He wondered if he should call Bruno in.

That guy was wearing a hat and sitting on a bench across from the cafe, watching over here and tearing bread crumbs down to feed the pigeons. It was such a completely risk-free job that Clayton even envied him.

Duo duo.

He stretched out two fingers to knock on the window, and Bruno really noticed his hint, he threw the spoiled bread on the ground, walked straight into the cafe, and sat opposite him.

Bruno rang the brass bell on the table and called the waiter:
"Four slices of buttered bread, two Samira sausages, and a cup of hot milk. All will be recorded on the account of the gentleman opposite."

The waiter nodded, sketched twice on the menu and ran to the backstage.

Clayton choked a little: "Why should I pay the person who watches me for breakfast?"

"The reason is simple, because you need me to ignore something."

Bruno pointed to his eyes, and then pulled out a cynical smile: "Could it be that you were hit by Miss Marie Aita? Are you really doing something ulterior recently?"

"How come, I've always been a kind person. Her speculation is just delusional. Have you ever seen me get angry?" Clayton responded without changing his expression.

But his idea was indeed hit by Bruno.

He needed Bruno to stop watching for a while.

Because he wanted to see Gayled.

Last night, Galid told him that if he had any doubts, he could go to the General Security Department to find him during the day.But if Bruno had been watching from the sidelines, he might be misunderstood by Gelid and do something that would harm the safety of the public.

And Bruno is not an ordinary person, he is a very keen detective, as long as he meets Gayled once, he can find the strangeness in the other person.

"That's true. I don't think I've ever seen you lose your composure."

Bruno held his chin, recalled and thought seriously, and then said: "But this feels even more suspicious. You are a mid-level officer, and you have no temper at all. Maybe there is a conspiracy in it."

"I think you can trust me a little more."

Clayton sighed, counted out the change that Bruno ordered and put it on the table: "I'm going to do some personal things, but that's not just my personal business. If you want to know these things, your rank and authority Not enough, understand?"

"You went back again?" Bruno couldn't hide his surprise.

When Clayton said this, it could only mean that he was participating in military operations.

After all, he was one of the few members of the [-] Loren War Medal of Honor winners who participated in frontline battles. With his ability, it was reasonable for him to be secretly recalled to the Royal Guard.

"It's good that you know." Clayton said ambiguously.

When Bruno joined the army, his military rank was much lower than him. Even if he was smarter than him, he would still be in awe of secrets that he could not touch.

Moreover, most people who have been on the front line are not willing to return to the army, and often dare not ask or listen to similar things.

Bruno was indeed as he had imagined, with a more cautious expression.

"What about Mary Aita? Even if I leave, she may decide to investigate you alone."

Clayton smiled: "I think this can be assured, just rely on her eyesight."

Bruno laughed too.

(End of this chapter)