The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 24 Resolution and Peace

This time, the ghost was silent for a long time, and did not reply until Clayton reminded him.

"Maybe you can be a writer, just talk about your experience, maybe you will be very popular."

"Possibly warned by the authorities, too," Clayton told Him.

Such a clean deal made him very happy, but there were some things that most needed to be known that ghosts might not be able to answer. That was what happened in the south of Dorne.

Clayton wanted to know if his parents and brother were werewolves like him.

"Is that all you have?"

Compared to him, Ghost still has more to say.

There are many secrets that can bring wealth in this world, but there are not many secrets that are interesting to listen to.

Clayton's pay made him feel good value for money, and he wanted more.

"I have another question. I saw that the Holy Grail created monsters in this city with the secret technique of blood of desire. Does this city have both the ability and the willingness to kill or expel the Holy Grail? The elders are willing Do you want to do it?" Clayton asked him.

This is not a secret, nor is it valuable information.

But the ghost answered him happily, because he believed that Creighton would provide more interesting secrets in the future.

"I'm afraid this city didn't exist so perfectly, because they didn't violate our laws, and they didn't try their best to proclaim our existence to the people"

Clayton lowered his eyebrows and interrupted the other person annoyedly: "Isn't it illegal to turn people into that?"

It wasn't too early for him to go out, the sun was about to sink, and the light in the house began to dim, especially in the corridor, where the glass covered with impurities and scratches was almost opaque.He needed more energy to see the ghost's body clearly and distinguish the other's expression.

He heard the other party laugh: "Dear Bello, there are no legal provisions restricting mind control and physical modification."

"That's because...that's the law of ordinary people." Clayton didn't know what to say.

The law doesn't really cover this.

"You are right, Bello, that is a clause that ordinary people need to abide by. There is no law among extraordinary people, as if no one would set up a net to catch themselves."

Clayton felt absurd and empty: "Then what do you use to resolve conflicts between groups?"

"It's the same as resolving individual conflicts," said the ghost.

"You mean a duel?"

"Yes."

The werewolf lifted his bloody hand to his forehead, and he began to regret it.

Seeing that Gelid managed things in an orderly manner before, he thought that the Presbyterian Church was a rational and elegant organization.

Seeing him like this, Ghost said in relief: "But don't worry, the struggle within the Presbyterian Church ended a long time ago, and it is now in a period of peace."

"Is this the way to let the Holy Grail continue? They came back with a different purpose, and they are very good at causing trouble." Clayton tried to persuade the evaluator who reviewed himself: "Even if it only cares about the interests of the Elders, is it right?" If they don't care, they will be damaged one day."

"What you said makes sense, but until they really cause trouble, the Presbyterians will just watch."

The ghost said something that Clayton didn't know: "Before you met Gelid, the messengers of the Holy Grail had already met the four leaders of our elders. They claimed that they came back this time only to settle accounts with The old dispute between the Mani family, because Joe Mani broke the contract. The Presbyterian Church is also one of the forces that witnessed at the time, so it can’t do anything, you can ask Clara for specific matters.”

Clayton looked down at the human head who was moaning because of the dislocated jaw, feeling extremely agitated in his heart.

If he had withdrawn from things in the first place, he wouldn't have been as troubled as he is now.

If it wasn't for the Holy Grail that caused him to accidentally kill someone, he wouldn't care whether the other party existed or not.

If he had known that the living dead was just an ordinary person being controlled, he would have kept his hand
After the chaos, the werewolf forced himself to accept the reality: "I killed both of them, what should I do if I want to reconcile?"

"You don't have to do anything," the ghost said with a smile.

Clayton thought he didn't hear clearly, so he let out an ah.

The ghost is still smiling, and his patience seems to never run out, which makes people feel terrible:
"People who have been transformed by the 'Blood of Desire' will not live longer than five years. They are consumables, and there is a possibility of death due to postoperative infection. It is not unacceptable to be killed by you. What's more, you are now After joining the Presbyterian Church, Grogne and Channing will help you."

One of the names He mentioned was also present in Galid, an elder of the congregation.

If it is an elder, the right to speak should be sufficient.

The matter seemed to be settled easily, but Clayton's hands on top of Clara unconsciously clenched.

He felt at a loss, and there was still a trace of fear in his heart.

There is no need to be responsible for killing people, and no matter how outrageous things he does, he will not be judged. His heart seems to have fallen into the past of the war again.

Correspondingly, his trust in the law fell to the bottom.

"Just pretend that these things don't exist. Come to the Pulitzer Mansion in the city center next Monday. We have a great banquet for the newcomers who joined this month. You will definitely like it."

The ghost's body gradually became transparent and disappeared in place.

Clayton was stunned in the corridor holding the girl's head. He couldn't remember who was communicating with him just now.

But the last words of the other party still linger in my ears.

"Pulitzer Lighting, the Pulitzer company that supplies streetlights to cities?"

He stood where he was, surprise flashed in the eyes of the ferocious werewolf.

"Father Petit, please stay."

A churchgoer stopped Petit after the service,

He was a reporter. If he ignored him, he might be in the newspapers, so the priest, whose actual age was much older than his appearance, had no choice but to stop.

"I am deeply saddened to hear that Bishop Godwin of our diocese has passed away."

Wearing casual attire ready to run, the believer doesn't look too sad.

The blond and handsome Priest Peiti looked around, but he couldn't find anyone who could help him out, so he kindly said:

"The loss of a wise elder makes everyone sad."

"Yes, yes." The believer nodded blindly, but his eyes seemed to be shining.

"His death was too sudden, and he didn't designate a successor. It's probably up to the metropolitan to decide. I don't know which priest will take his place this time."

The metropolitan is the bishop who governs the entire city of Sasha, and the rectification of the diocese is also under his management.

Hearing this, Petit knew that this believer had come to ask for inside information, but he was a priest with professional ethics and could not speak casually.

"I'm curious about that too."

The believer asked him in surprise: "Father, have you no news?"

"I think everyone is equally good, so if you were to ask for my advice, I think everyone has a high probability."

"You mean it doesn't matter whoever becomes bishop?"

Of course, this kind of thing is fine anyway. Peti frowned subtly.

The matter of succeeding the bishop was actually resolved by voting within the church, and it was planned to be held after Bishop Godwin's funeral. He really planned to fill in his name this time.

But if the reporter spreads his correct understanding, his reputation inside the church will become a fencer.

"Whoever serves my Father must be chosen by the Holy Spirit." He recited the original sentence from the scriptures to drive people away.

The believer smiled awkwardly. Since the final result must be "chosen by the Holy Spirit", Father Petit's thoughts are naturally not important.

"Then do you think it could be yourself? I think"

Petit blocked the second half of his sentence: "It depends on what the Holy Spirit thinks."

The believer walked away in embarrassment.

Patty breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was ten years ago, he would have taken the initiative to fight for the bishop's seat, but not now.

As the bishop of the diocese, there will be many eyes staring at him, trying to find out his weaknesses and handles.

At that time, the matter of adopting dark descendants may be exposed immediately.

As the day of judgment approached, he consciously collected infants and young children with abnormal physical changes in the city's training centers,

Thanks to those church colleagues who don’t care about the operation of the workshop as long as they can collect money, there is almost no risk for him to do this. It was given free of charge to the workshop of Solot parish.

Although I haven't figured out how to deal with them further, handing them over to Joe Mani is a good option.

One has military experience, understands the existence of Darkin, wants to be replaced, and has no money.

The elements of perfection are concentrated in one person.

If the Heavenly Father Corolla bestows different talents on everyone, then Joe Mani's talent must be "good at being used by Petit".

Petit simply suspected that he was a tool given to him by his heavenly father to complete his career.

It's really not easy to find someone with these conditions, but luckily he found it himself.

"If you have military experience, you may be able to use military drills to suppress the nature of those children. It will be considered later."

Petit pondered in the back of his mind until the nun he sent to the parish apprenticeship in Solot brought messages from others.

"Joe Marney put forward his needs, and he said he was going to get married."

Peti closed his eyes, and opened them after 20 seconds. His blue eyes were pure.

Sure enough, the Father does not make His servants pampered.

"With pride and indulgence, there will be many hardships."

Peti comforted himself by reciting the scriptures. In the career he was going to do, smooth sailing was a miracle.

"You tell him, I will help him solve this matter."

(End of this chapter)