The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 22 Trading Secrets
"Special service."

Clayton looked at the ghost's body that could reveal the background, and didn't know what to say for a while.

But the ghost evaluator didn't wait any longer. Since Clayton didn't mean to ask, he was about to start his own work.

"Mr. Bello, please listen to the question."

Clayton was leaning against the wall, holding the head in his arms and looking at him boredly.

This membership test came at such an inopportune time that he couldn't take it seriously now.

You will fall asleep after eating.

"What do you think the relationship between dark descendants and humans should be like?"

"It's just among ordinary people. I heard Gelid say that the dark moon can turn human beings into darkborn, so... average."

"Okay, then, do you think the Darkborn need to take the initiative to declare their existence to the society, in this era of mysterious disappearance?"

What kind of question is that. Clayton didn't expect the evaluator to ask such a very, uh, far-from-life question.

This sounds like an issue for MPs to address.

"It's better to keep quiet. From my experience, most people don't accept our existence. And now is not the right time." At least when Clayton was still a human, he didn't mind shooting a monster. He also felt that there was nothing wrong with that idea now.

Until yesterday, he thought that the darkborn's nature could be easily restrained, and it was no big deal.

Given enough means, he can buy enough food to appease his hungry soul.

But after being injured just now, he discovered how difficult it is to resist instinct.

After the pain and mania, his mind went blank, and his memories of the subsequent battle were blurred.I also ate strange things unconsciously.

An existence that may get out of control and hurt people moves freely on the street, even if it is just an ordinary lunatic, ordinary people will feel afraid.If they can't be locked up, once a conflict arises, it can easily develop into a situation where everyone is willing to use the most extreme measures.

Although the Darkborn are different, there may be harmless ones, but he believes that no one will divide them so finely.

"A safe point of view, Mr. Bello." Ghost agreed, "I think so too."

Clayton didn't care what he thought.

"After joining the meeting, if the elders need you to contribute your own strength, what do you think the most you can do for it? Are you willing to fight for it?"

"For a membership fee of five hundred pounds a year, if I want to fight, can I hire armed detectives instead of myself?"

"It's entirely a businessman's idea. Then what benefits do you expect the Presbyterian Church to bring you, except for the most basic membership benefits?"

Clayton thought about it carefully, and he really didn't have anything in particular. The current regular customers can provide a lot of funds every year, and the general needs can be solved by money, so he said:

"Peace in the city."

The ghost evaluator crossed his fingers and commented pertinently: "It seems that Mr. Bello is a pacifist."

"Yes, I have always loved peace."

Clayton felt that the spider legs under Clara's neck had regained some length. He lowered his head to confirm, and then mercilessly tore them off, transparent blood splashed everywhere.

"Very well, I have confirmed that you are a trustworthy new member, congratulations on joining."

The ghost stretched out its hand condescendingly to Clayton who was sitting on the ground.

Clayton subconsciously reached out to shake hands with him, but the palm passed through the other's hand.

The ghost laughed again.

Clayton waited for him to finish laughing with a dark face.

Enough laughing, the evaluator brought up his previous proposal again: "Do you need some special service-a secret for another secret."

"what is this?"

Clayton didn't want to get involved in the unknown, and he didn't want to share his secrets with others.

"Or what you want to know, you can exchange this knowledge with me with your own secrets, and you can rest assured that the transaction between us is absolutely confidential, and the elders cannot order me to disclose it unless you are willing to say it yourself. .”

"Why are you so obsessed with secrets?" Clayton looked at the ghost suspiciously.

The ghost came up with a universal answer: "Because I am a ghost, and the more secrets a ghost knows, the freer it will be."

"I didn't hear Gaylid ask me for a secret."

"He is more free than me at a certain point, so there is no need for secrets anymore. But if one day he can't restrain his desire, he will become like me."

Clayton still didn't understand what he meant, he was not good at solving puzzles.

"Since you are a free person, why do you still need to work for the Presbyterian Council? Can they keep providing you with secrets?"

The voice of the ghost is always cheerful: "I am not obeying the orders of the elders unilaterally. I am helping those friends who can always remember me, but they happen to be the leaders of the elders."

Clayton thought he couldn't remember the other party, and the leader of the Presbyterian Church must be much better than him.

The ghost's next words made his face change suddenly: "Make a deal with me, I know you want to know about the Holy Grail, because you killed their people."

The werewolf jumped up, stepped back and watched him warily.

He still couldn't see the ghost's face clearly, but he could feel the other party's smile: "Look, I know a lot of secrets, you must be interested in trading with me."

This is indeed true, Clayton's biggest secret was discovered by the other party, and there is no need to hide other secrets.

Now he really has the idea of ​​​​trading with the other party.

but
"Are all the secrets you exchanged with me your own? How can I be sure that you won't give my secrets to others?" he asked.

The ghost shook his head: "The ghost will only sell the secrets of the dead, otherwise you will lose your freedom. So you can rest assured."

His tone reminded Creighton of Clara, so he punched Clara's head in his arms again to prevent her from recovering.

This condition is obvious. Although the ghost cannot provide the secrets of living people, Clayton can freely use the secrets of other living people to exchange with him.

"Okay, I'll trade." Clayton said: "I want to know the history of the Marney family for nearly 80 years, except for the part of Joe Marney."

The ghost's body trembled for a while, and it seemed a little distorted: "You are too stupid, I can't make such a deal. This history is a collection of many secrets. If you want to know this, you have to pay at least twenty secrets."

Clayton hadn't found anyone else's twenty secrets himself, but he stuck with it.

"This is just a big secret. I will also exchange it for a secret of the same level."

"Are you sure you have?"

Clayton didn't have any secrets that would bring him benefits, but he had a secret that he felt was a big secret to him.

"I have."

"You sure haven't." The ghost saw through him with a glance. "So instead of telling you the answer, I'll tell you how to get the information you want, but you still have to tell me the secret."

"make a deal."

Clayton realized that he had no better choice, so he backed down simply and neatly.

The ghost didn't seem to be worried that Creighton would go back on his word, so he took the lead in providing his own information. He pointed at the head: "If you want to know about the Holy Grail Society in Sasha City, you can ask Clara, she knows everything."

Clayton looked at the head in amazement, unable to figure out how this head could have those contents: "But I've been beating her, and she's also trying to kill me. I don't think she would want to, and she's so stupid."

The blond girl who hadn't responded to the beating before suddenly opened her eyes: "Clara is not stupid, Clara is the smartest!"

Creighton grew more concerned.

"She is the demon summoned when the Holy Grail Society signed the contract with Joseph Mani. She witnessed the terms of the agreement between the two parties." The ghost explained, "Because she is stupid, so raise her for a while and you will have a good relationship with her." gone."

"Not stupid! Not stupid!" screamed Clara, who had only one head left.

Creighton dislocated her jaw, and the corridor fell silent.

"Why did you mention the devil again? Isn't she a darkborn?"

"She is a darkborn possessed by a demon. Demons are invisible beings from hell. They can but only possess darkborn. Therefore, people from the Baijiao used to treat us as the same existence. These are not secrets, And it’s common sense in modern times, so I’ll give it to you for free.”

The ghost evaluator recalled the past: "In the past, those wizards like to summon demons to possess arthropods and reptiles, not because they are poisonous, or have stronger explosive attack power. It is because it is easy to control. Animals with low intelligence will pull The intelligence level of the possessed demon is low, they forget things other than the contract very quickly, so even if you hurt her, you can easily repair the relationship by feeding her a little food every now and then."

Clayton listened carefully to the ghost's suggestion, "But she still wants to attack me now, and she has been recovering her torso, and I won't be able to tame her in a short time. How should I deal with this situation?"

"Silver is the sacred metal that will curb her regeneration," said the ghost.

It seemed that Clayton asked too many questions, and the air began to turn cold.

The ghost's body fluttered close to him, and its tone began to be urgent and eager: "I think I have said enough, now I should let me hear your secret."

(End of this chapter)