The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 27 Contempt
"Okay, of course it's fine."

The youth foolishly handed the book in his hand to Clayton.

While it was a good thing that someone liked the same book, he was surprised that the most mysterious-looking person in the room had borrowed the "Introduction to the Occult".

"Are you a guest too?"

"Yes."

Clayton replied succinctly.

He is busy reading.Trying not to look at the other two, their strange behavior made him feel a strong appetite again.

He wants to deal with these weirdos in the future!
"Haven't asked for your name?" The young man stretched out his hand.

Clayton woke up as if from a dream, and shook his hand with a free hand.

"Clayton Bello."

Turning his attention away from the book, Creighton noticed that the young man had the same black hair as himself, deep green eyes, and spoke Dorne fluently.

This shows that the other party may be the same as him, and his ancestors were immigrants from the Kingdom of Mansis.

This is uncommon, as Manzis is very strict about refugees, and very few civilians successfully leave the country.

"Ollie Blanco."

"I'm Simon." The tramp also seized the opportunity to introduce himself.

After seeing the workers and nervous housewives here, his face suddenly became more confident.

"Okay, Simon."

Clayton and O'Leary had to shake hands with him, but they each felt that there was no need to get acquainted with him—a man with hands and feet would not be like him anyway, and he was undoubtedly a slob.

"Does Mr. Bello know what they're going to say in a moment?"

"It's my first time here too."

This young man is still studying at a university, not another well-known coeducational Saion University, but Sasha University, which only accepts male students.

Clayton's academic qualifications were similar to his, but he didn't continue to study because he joined the army.

They chatted for a while, Simon's expression showed confusion, and he had to go with the other two as companions.

O'Leary decided to give Clayton the book he was holding now, and at the same time invited him to be a consultant for his folklore mythology research society, mainly relying on his channels to provide first-hand mythological materials in the colonies, as well as some exotic stories. For religious ritual supplies, it would be great if there are any manuscripts of myths and spells.

Of course, Clayton also paid back. In the future, members of this society will have a preferential price for buying colonial handicrafts from him.

Both sides thought that the result of this exchange was very good, to the point that they acted like no one else was there, and their voices were like a bell.

When a servant informed them that they could go to the banquet hall, everyone except Clayton and O'Leary breathed a sigh of relief.

There was more than one waiting room in the Pulitzer House. When they followed the servants to the corridor, they saw a group of people walking towards them at the end of the corridor.

Until they took their seats in the hall, someone came in from behind.

Clayton didn't want to be too rude, but several of them looked worse than Simon the Tramp, and they didn't just look scruffy or unhuman—weird dark and light variegated markings covering the On the skin, there are still some atrophied and redundant limbs.

Picking any sea urchin in the fish market is more handsome and beautiful than them.

And these strange-looking people seem to be lacking in every way.

They were drooling, their eyes were askew, and their bodies seemed boneless, paralyzed half-melted and had to be held by servants to move.

I really don't know what the elders need them to do.

Clayton noticed that there were four long tables in the hall, and the servants would guide guests to different seats according to certain rules.

The people at their table have changed relatively little. Most of them seem to have a little problem, but at most they are a little nervous.

Those who are ugly and delirious are also assigned to a separate table.

Another long table was empty and there was no food on the plate.There was also a long table with only three seats occupied.

All three of them wore pure white half-face masks, with only their mouths exposed.One of the men was about three meters tall, while the other two were just normal people, with different heights, and one was a woman.

The three of them wore black dresses with the same pattern, hats when they sat down, and gloves on their hands, making sure that every inch of their skin was covered.They stared at the table in front of them in a daze.Extraordinarily reticent, every movement of the body gives people the feeling that they are being urged by conditioned reflexes rather than personal thoughts.

But Clayton only felt a strong sense of threat from them.

Taking advantage of this time, he took out the green handkerchief given to him by the maid before and sniffed it. This was the fabric smell he had smelled on the Harpy before.

Empire green.

This is an elegant dye that was very popular in society a while ago.

However, it seems that there have been several cases of people passing out wearing clothing containing the dye recently, and it seems to be a toxic substance.

But for all the monsters here, this bit of toxicity may not cause serious consequences.

When everyone was seated and no one came in, Clayton counted the number of people. Excluding himself, there were a total of 26 invitees present.

Not everyone was discovered by the sheriff at night, maybe some people deliberately hid themselves after discovering their anomalies.

There are so many people here, at least it shows that the Presbyterian Church also has channels in the hospital.

Everyone waited in the banquet hall for about 10 minutes before a person who didn't look like a servant appeared from the passage next to the main seat.

It was a mustache wearing a red tuxedo, with two curled brown beards at the ends, looking very energetic.

He stood at the door and glanced around, as if mentally counting the number of guests.

After finishing this work, he immediately raised his voice: "It seems that everyone has the intention to join the club, which is very good. However, Mr. Pulitzer is currently engaged in an important work, so he has no time to entertain you. You may as well wait for dinner first." .”

After the mustache finished speaking, he turned his head and whispered to the person next to him who was blocked by the shadow.

Soon the servants were bringing hot food.

Samila sausage, roast goose, suckling pig.Grilled Chicken, Cream of Mushroom Soup, Tomato Cheese Soup
Hearty dishes are served on the table, and there are small towers of apples, grapes and other fruits beside them. There are also many cold dishes such as fire dragon cake and Fadan pork puree.

The food was so plentiful, and Clayton was indeed a little hungry. He spread the napkin on his lap and began to skillfully use the knife and fork.

In fact, in social etiquette, if the host does not come, the guests cannot be allowed to eat first.

The antique dealer bet the little beard looked down on them from the bottom of his heart, because he looked like he was watching a herd of livestock huddled in a manger.

Letting them eat first is not out of consideration, but because they feel that there is no need to observe etiquette for people like them.

But Clayton didn't care, he just knew that there was food in his mouth now.

Dining etiquette is important only to people who have never been hungry.

Almost enough food for 150 guests was brought to the table, but it all disappeared in the stomachs of 27 guests.

To achieve such a record, even Clayton was very surprised.

He wasn't the best eater, nor was the middle-aged worker who was eating next to him with a pig's head exposed, nor was Ollie Blanco who ate three plates of fried rice in a gentle manner with gloves on.

Those who ate the most were those who were rather ugly.

They can't move freely, so the servants feed them food in a rather cruel way, as if they are fat geese offering foie gras, as long as they open their mouths, food will be poured in continuously. Not really a treat.

Those around them were at first distasteful, but they soon got used to it, given the unattractive appearance of these poor fellows.

Monsters that just became monsters become monsters that grow more like monsters.

Seeing their performance, Clayton's appetite became stronger, and the sound of others eating also increased his desire.

Suddenly, he smelled a completely unfamiliar smell.

He stopped the knife and fork, turned his head to look at the main seat which was placed a step higher, and there was already a person sitting there.

It was a man with long dark green hair, combed into a ponytail behind his head, no beard, no age.And instead of a tuxedo, he wore a khaki coat with twelve square pockets, a pair of baggy black trousers tucked into light brown boots, and his legs stretched out and relaxed under the table.

After realizing that Clayton was looking at him, the man nodded to him, but his expression was serious, not as relaxed as his movements.

Not only Clayton, but the three masked people also stared at him.

Gradually, the sound of eating in the hall became quieter.

More and more people noticed that the man on the main seat, even though he still had the desire to eat, stopped his movements and put his eyes on the owner of this place.

When no one moved, the man said: "I am very relieved and proud to see everyone's appetite is strong."

"I am Julius, one of the four elders of the Presbyterian Church. Now, in order to enhance the relationship between us, please show your original shape here."

(End of this chapter)