The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 19
"Why does Father Petit trust me so much? Let me take care of them. And why do human workshops house monsters?"

Joe asked the question he wanted to ask the most. He came here to take refuge and study, not to take care of these. He couldn't tell what kind of child it was.

Last time in Father Glee class, a hungry little freak stole his belt to eat,

The huge, horse-like molars of the big mouth that almost reached behind the ears frightened him a lot.

Strange to say, the monster has a bit of human spirituality that makes him feel profane, but more of pity.The subject is the appearance of a human being, with only a few mutated features, but it only makes him feel ugly.

Joe had to start wondering whether he liked humans or monsters more.

"They were human beings before, but if they mutate into this state, there is no possibility of them being adopted. Before the bishop decides their future, we need someone who can help us manage them." A black-clothed deacon faced Explaining expressionlessly, his eyes were fixed on those children.As long as someone made a move to escape, he would shoot without hesitation.

"It's better to choose someone you trust as a helper. Isn't this your secret? I haven't been baptized yet."

"Your belief is not firm, but this is also your advantage. You are more able to accept the existence of these children than us."

Joe was not happy at all. After seeing the true colors of these children, he was immediately arrested and signed a non-disclosure agreement, and because there was a Holy Grail Society outside, he only worked here temporarily.

Dealing with more monsters just to avoid monsters doesn't make sense at all.

"It's not a good thing to look too pious," Jo sneered.

Clayton brought the news that the Grail Society was still alive. The church was so inefficient that he was expected to help. It was shameless to ask him to live with these dangerous beings with unsound minds and magical abilities.

Even if he still needs to live here, he doesn't want to pretend to be a believer anymore.

The deacon in black was noncommittal about this: "You can't leave during this period, and you have to educate them every day, just use the style you learned from the army. If there is anything you want, we can help you write an application. If it is Special needs, once a month."

Joe glanced back at him, then continued to watch the children run.

"I want to get married."

The deacon stopped talking,

Joe felt that he had won a victory, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"I'm just kidding. It's better to let me out earlier than anything else. You can't even find an opponent here for gambling."

The Holy Grail was provoked by him, so he naturally had to do his part to deal with it, and he happened to find a reason to defect to Clayton. When the "rusted silver coin" was in his hands, he didn't dare to throw 300 pounds at will. This old boss is really developed.

"This is the second application, let's talk about it in a month."

Qiao was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head suddenly, and met the arrogant eyes of the deacon in black.

"Heavenly Father taught us that promises that have been made cannot be taken back."

"Are you him!"

Clayton left the workhouse and went back to the workhouse.

He came here to follow the smell, and this purpose must not be forgotten.

Although it looked like the two institutions belonged to the same building from the outside, he couldn't find the passage inside,

Turning to the outside, but a row of tall black iron railings inserted into the middle of the building, separating the entrances on both sides.

This is not a hindrance to Creighton.

He climbed up the iron rod with both hands, and when he was close to the spike at the top, he threw his arms violently and threw himself over.

The ground was slightly stained with grass clippings and dirt, but he didn't care.

When he found that there was no one outside, he followed the scent directly into the workshop.

It was time to go to sleep, and Creighton heard the sound of the workhouse nurse knocking on the door frame with a stick on the second floor.

The owner of that smell must have lived here for a while, causing his smell to be everywhere, and Clayton couldn't tell which floor he lived on, so he had to go upstairs to check.

He escaped the patrolling nurses with the enhanced ear power of the werewolf, and he followed closely to sniff the smell.

The animal senses let him find his target on the top floor.

There were a few doors in front of which the smell he was after was piled up.

Clayton tried to turn the doorknob, but the doorknob just clicked and remained motionless, apparently locked.

"Who is there?"

It was the voice of a child in the teething period.

Clayton certainly didn't think the messenger of the Holy Grail was that young, but he also had questions for him.

He has a way of opening doors without a key, but in most cases, using that means is a crime.

This time the consequences came especially fast.

He just tried a little to see if the door could be opened, and after a little encounter, the voice and footsteps of an adult male came from the room behind him, and he quickly approached the door.

In order not to be exposed, Clayton had to rush to the end of the corridor, open the window and climb out.

He clasped the window sill with both hands and stuck it outside the window, showing a little eye to observe.

Two men dressed as clergymen rushed out of the room, both armed with guns. After finding that there was no one in the corridor, they nervously checked those rooms one by one.

Clayton guessed that it was someone sent by the church to protect Joe, but after thinking about it carefully, he was wrong.

They are more like guarding than protecting.

But this has nothing to do with him.

It is a good thing that the church sent someone to guard people related to the Holy Grail Society. He will ask Joe next time.

Joe hadn't mentioned him in front of the priests of the White Cult, so it was easy to be exposed by investigating here.

He still doesn't know the relationship between the Presbyterian Church and the church, and he doesn't plan to publicly intervene and expose his identity.

The clues here can be put aside for the time being. Maybe something more valuable can be found in the old house of the Mani family.

He jumped out of the window lightly, and tonight's investigation came to an end.

After returning home, Clayton opened the book Tritis sent to pass the time.

Although the name makes people have no desire to read, the content is still quite rich.

Although he can only understand less than one-sixth of the content at his level, after all, his level has not even reached the level of a "occultist".

The purpose of his reading is nothing else, but to check whether the information Gailed gave him is correct.

The title of this book is "Two Thousand Common Senses for Occult Lovers", and in the Western Continent where the Dorne Kingdom is located, all the history of occult cannot avoid the communication with Baijiao.

So of course there is a lot of religious content in this book as well.

Next to the entry about the Holy Grail Sect, there is an illustration of the so-called religious crest.

Blood overflowed from the goblet.

This is exactly the same as the sealing pattern on the envelope sent by the Holy Grail, even the angle at which the liquid comes out has not changed.

Apparently Gaylid wasn't lying.

Clayton's impression of the Presbyterian Church improved slightly. He flipped through a few more pages, trying to find other information related to the Holy Grail Society, but accidentally took the book out of his hand.

The thick book hit the ground, making a heavy "boom".

Clayton quickly picked it up to inspect the damage.

An otherwise well-hidden card had fallen out of some pages in the second half of the book.

It was a loan form.

The last name above is Tritis.The deadline for returning the book is written on April 166, 4.

It is now June 169.

Clayton put it back into the book, and his evaluation of Tritis was lowered by a notch.

That bastard woman still ignored the rules.

"Old house".

That's what the northerners of Dorne call those old houses.

Houses that can bear such a name are at least a hundred years old, and the tallest ones can reach three hundred years old, but they are not considered antiques, and their value will only decline.

There are very few old houses in Sasha City, but the Mani family has such an old house.

Clayton was on his way to the house, feeling the change of times.

There are old houses that show that the Mani family used to be extremely rich, and only high-quality building materials can support the use of the house today, but the ancient and wealthy ancestors have nothing to do with Joe Mani, who is almost out of money to eat now.

Clayton apologized deeply to Joe, and he learned from Joe Marney's former landlord in Mercy Street that Joe had lost a lot of money to compensate for the bullet hole he had left in the wall, and he probably didn't have much left.

But here in Clayton, there is now a trouble that is not much different from "poverty".

He seems to be being followed again.

(End of this chapter)