The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 14 Associations

Clayton had heard another side of history, but he was no longer surprised.

That kind of thing is fine no matter what, he just wants to know how to live a stable life.

Gelid was talking about this: "Nature, yes, nature. Only a small number of darkin have the same nature as humans. And although I just said that darkin can marry humans, it depends on the situation."

He liked to preach, and Clayton happened to be a good student.

"There is also a big difference between the dark descendants. In the comparison of the relationship with humans, some are like the Su County pony compared with the high mountain horse, and some are the difference between the donkey and the horse. Although they can give birth to offspring who are also darkborn, the offspring of their offspring will lose their fertility, just like mules."

"Although there is no actual evidence, a considerable number of dark descendants believe that the world shrouded by the dark moon is actually different from the present world. The abnormal appearance on them belongs to the self in another world, and the mutation of the body is the process of projecting into this world by another self .”

"Of course, this is just a guess. Many people don't like alien identities, so they will try their best to explain the reason for their transformation." Gelid said, turning around and turning the combination dial on a safe.

Clayton looked directly at the combination disk behind his back, trying to write down the combination:
"How do the Darkborn usually get along with each other?"

"How else can we get along with each other?" Gelid looked back at him in surprise: "Just like people, only the strong have the right to speak."

"Then which ones are considered strong?"

Gelid stopped the movement of his hands, and his expression became serious.

Clayton saw the way the dark-born sheriff was thinking, and his mood suddenly became agitated. The blood of the werewolf made his blood boil when he thought about the battle.

Obviously he is a pacifist.

"This is a controversial question." Gelid sighed: "But the answer is actually beyond doubt."

Clayton's brow furrowed with concentration.

The strong ones among the dark descendants, he thought, were probably the existence of the God-blessed warriors among the lowland tribesmen. Those colonial warriors had always caused headaches for the defenders, and most people couldn't hit them with muskets.

"...The strong ones among the dark descendants are mammals."

Galid solemnly announced this fact, but he was a little puzzled seeing Clayton's expression.

"What's the matter, do you find it incredible?"

Clayton felt the blood vessels on his forehead pulsating, and he covered that side: "No, I just want to know something more specific."

"So that's it. It's too general to say so, I should explain more details." Gelid was stunned.

"Among the existing dark descendants, invertebrates have uncharacteristically stronger fighting and survival abilities than vertebrates, but such mutated dark descendants are very rare. In terms of social adaptation, vertebrates are obviously better. And Subdivided further, mammals have an even greater advantage over their other vertebrate brethren."

"I saw the footprints you left in the area of ​​Mercy Street. You should also be a dark descendant of mammals. This is an identity to be proud of."

"Because it is a warm-blooded animal, its physical strength is stronger, and the blood supply to the brain is quite sufficient, and it will not become weak due to natural seasonal changes. Compared with it, amphibians, reptiles, and dark descendants of fish mutations will be more dependent on environment, it is easier for ordinary people to see through their identities.”

That's not the kind of detail I want to hear. Creighton is a little numb, and he can only wait for Galid to stop himself.

It took another five minutes for Gaylid to stop teaching, but his eyes were still shining.

"Sorry, I used to be a biology teacher. Although I was expelled from the school in the end, I still can't get rid of some habits."

Clayton squirmed his lips, but finally said nothing.

Students and colleagues can't remember his appearance, and his expulsion is a matter of course.

Galid opened the safe that was the target in the first place, and inside was a thick stack of forms.

He took out one from the top and handed it to Clayton, together with the pen in his coat pocket: "This is the household registration form of our local dark descendants in Sasha City. If you fill in your personal information, you will be considered as a member of the Presbyterian Church." .”

Clayton took the form and pen, but he didn't intend to start writing immediately. He looked at the requirements above, which were similar to the registration form issued by the government to citizens, and there was no requirement to fill in the vacancies of ability and race.

He raised his head and asked Gelid: "If I don't fill it in, what will happen."

"There is no consequence at all." Gelid took out another household registration form that was already filled and pointed it at him: "This thing is only circulated within the Presbyterian Church. If you plan to live an ordinary life, then there is really no problem." It is necessary to fill in."

What he said inadvertently caught Clayton's attention:
"If I fill out this form, how will it affect my life?"

Gelid thought for a while and replied: "If the kingdom wants to prepare for war, then the people in the conscription office will not look for you, and demobilization has nothing to do with you. If you are already an employee of a government department, as long as the entire department is not abolished, then The matter of being fired has nothing to do with you. Of course, the elders will not be responsible for helping you find a job, and you still need to find a way to get a job."

"Isn't that all a good thing?"

The consequences of filling out this form were all good, but Clayton was not very happy.

Before this year, he lived as a purebred human being, and his thinking could not be completely transformed into another camp.
He couldn't accept one thing in particular—these bastard monsters were so comfortable!

You don’t have to go to the battlefield to fight, you can also do business in the rear, open factories and invest. The richest ones are interviewed in newspapers from time to time, and the military’s equipment suppliers have their people making war fortunes.There are also preferential treatment in government departments.

Who the hell is this country? !
His brother died for this country!

"Then do we have corresponding obligations to bear?"

When he asked this question, Clayton even looked forward to it. He expected Gelid to tell him that these dark descendants have the ability and contribution to be worthy of the government's preferential treatment.

Galid waved his hand: "There is a little work, but it doesn't need to be done by everyone. It is the duty of you newborns to pretend to be ordinary people and not reveal your identity in front of ordinary people."

The church has been publicizing their existence, but with the efforts of the dark descendants, fewer and fewer people believe in them.

Clayton took off the cap of his pen, without hesitation, the nib of the pen rustled on the paper, and immediately handed back the household registration form after writing.

He hates the world!

Galid stacked this watch with other people's watches, and just knocked the lower end on the table, and the whole stack was neat.He stuffed the forms back into the safe and closed the door, and turned around with an expectant smile:

"I will send these forms up when I return to the headquarters on the weekend, and a commissioner from the Presbyterian Church may visit you to verify the information. Do you have any questions? I still have time now."

Clayton thought about it, and decided to settle everything here in one go.

"Of course, Mr. Gallard, have you ever heard of the Holy Grail?"

Galid's face froze as if petrified.

The Holy Grail Society originally belonged to the Holy Grail Sect of the White Sect, but now it has been classified as heresy.

It is an old and traditional organization.

According to the teachings of Baijiao, the heavenly father Corolla causes all things to germinate and enlighten wisdom by giving his own blood.Therefore, the Holy Grail is regarded as the source of wisdom, and the Holy Grail gold is often used for baptism of newborns.

The Holy Grail Society's claim is biased towards the other side of the Holy Grail,
".They believe that although people gain wisdom, the blood of God also brings desire and desire. Therefore, even sin is inevitable for the blessing of the Heavenly Father, and there is no need to avoid it."

"Of course this is a completely wrong understanding."

In the classroom, Joe Mani's godfather, Ji Li, a tall, thin, chestnut-haired man tapped the blackboard with a teaching stick, making a loud bang, waking up all his students.

Joe was the only one of these guys who was awake the whole time.

Seeing the person next to him swell up like a tumbleweed that has absorbed enough water, he also started to curl up in reverse.

Father Petit told him that when the godfather was selected, he did not expect to have so many "classmates".

These fellows were all workhouse-bred bastards, thin, dumb, snot-nosed running around in dirty clothes, and better stealers than Joe.

If the godfather Gilly hadn't caught them straight, Joe might not have noticed that his belt buckle was missing.

Joe didn't want to touch them at all.

"All evils originate from the monsters born in the dark, they were born against the will of the heavenly father, and spread evil thoughts among the people."

Ji Li turned his back on the blackboard and wrote the words of the scriptures. The sound of chalk rubbing against the board made him drowsy.

"Therefore, we need to always be grateful for the benevolence of the Heavenly Father and the saints, to draw our souls closer to the noble ones, to purify our beliefs, and to get rid of the bad habits that are not beautiful."

goo—

Over the voice of the Glee Godfather talking to himself, Joe Marney heard the sound of hunger.

(End of this chapter)