The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 28 Humiliation
Humiliation, bad humiliation!

Julius' words were flat, and everything seemed to be taken for granted.

Most of the people present fell into hesitation.

To them, that ugly new form is very private and should not be made public.

Julius' request embarrasses them.

Clayton is one of them.

He believes that the reason "to enhance the relationship" is really not convincing, and doing so is just a unilateral flattery.

He doesn't want to do that.

Turning into a werewolf form in public is as indecent as taking off your pants in public, and it's true that you don't wear them.

Such freedom can usually only be done at home.

Of course there are some people whose alternative forms don't tear clothes, or don't care about it.

Standing up, their bodies swelled to spread the people on both sides, and they were very comfortable showing their hair and weird heads, and they were proud of it, as if they thought this was a good opportunity to show their strength and adaptability in front of the elders. .

Clayton looked back and found that O'Leary and several other gentlemen and ladies were still sitting, their faces stiff.

There was a chandelier on the ceiling, and candles were shining on the table, clearly illuminating their blank faces and the monsters dangling beside them.

The atmosphere seemed to be that of a few exhibitionists wandering among the crowd of victims.

"Why don't you all do the same? Don't you want to accept the asylum of the Presbyterian Church, but plan to hide in the city independently?"

Julius on the chair raised his eyebrows: "The bad news is ahead. If you don't join the Presbyterian Church and expose your identity rashly in Sasha City, we won't give you a second chance. If you are taught by Bai If the deacon is caught, the consequences may be very serious."

After he finished speaking, a few people who were still hesitating made up their minds.

The seat distance that was originally arranged became crowded because these people started to transform one by one. Clayton and other people who insisted were pushed over their seats and had to stand up.

Unfortunately for O'Leary, he is surrounded by guys who want to actively show off their power.

One is a pig head in overalls dressed as a worker, and the other is Simon, a tramp with a sphinx.

As soon as the two guys revealed the darkin's body, he was completely squeezed between them.

Clayton's situation here is also not good. He snorted coldly, raised his hand and pushed the long table, and the long table moved forward amidst the creaking sound.

He jumped onto the table while the gap was widening, and several other people who were unwilling to accept the humiliation also followed him and jumped onto the table, crushing many plates.

Julius's face was no longer serious, and there was some surprise, but that was all.

"One, two, three, four, five, a total of five people. Everyone has already faced their true selves. If you refuse to do this, it is very unfair to them." He looked at the others: "Who are you going to persuade?" These five people?"

Except for the three people who shared the table because they sat too far away, no one cared about them from the beginning to the end, and those ugly guys who couldn't take care of themselves were removed, a total of nineteen people stared at the five people on the table.

Counting Clayton now, there were three men at the table, and two women.

Even knowing that quite a few people are just watching and won't make a move to them, the people at the table can still feel a lot of pressure from those gazes.

"Do you think this is fighting beasts in a cage?" Clayton asked coldly.

Julius didn't answer him, but just shook the goblet in his hand, and the green liquid was rippling in it.

"Monsieur Bello, I sincerely recommend that you come down and join us."

The vagabond Simon said that his body at the moment was like a lion, with a mane around his human head, just like the sphinx Clayton saw in Mesli, a country in the western continent.

Clayton saw that he was not very sincere, and he even hoped that Clayton would not come down, because he wanted to take this opportunity to show his worth to the elders.

This is an ambitious guy, but that's about it.

"Simon, you want to find a chance to fight with me, right?"

Clayton moved around with the cane with a built-in blade, and kicked down all other objects on the table that hindered his movement. The monsters next to the table spread out in a circle, for fear of being splashed by food residues.

They don't care about anything anymore, but the concept of hygiene is still human level.

"There is no such thing, Monsieur Bello."

The face of the lion showed a fawning smile on the homeless man's face, and then jumped onto the table. The huge increase in weight made the wooden table scream:

"It's just that we, as guests, should abide by the rules of the host."

Simon is too big. When he stands on the table, others can only watch and cannot go on stage. Julius, who is watching the most seriously, is on the main seat. He crossed his fingers and propped his chin, waiting with interest. They decide the winner.

"Heavenly Father, people here really don't know what respect is!" O'Leary stood behind Clayton and mourned. He was still a college student, and the reality was too cruel for him. Now he only regrets not being in front Exit from any part of the program.

"They know right away what respect is."

Clayton could take many types of humiliation, but Julius's gratuitous bossing was not one of them.

He didn't smell danger from Julius, and he also noticed that the three who felt threatened hadn't moved for Julius' words, so he had guesses in his heart and acted without scruples.

He stood sideways with his feet forward and backward, holding the cane in his right hand like a pointer and pointing forward, and then stared at Simon who was about to move with all his attention.

"Simon, have you ever seen a lion?"

The sphinx was rubbing its sharp claws, and was stunned when it heard this question:
"What's the problem?"

"How quickly you lose depends on the answer to that question."

Simon's face twisted for a while, his fangs pierced his lips: "I haven't seen it, but what about you?!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on him. Clayton jumped back to avoid the pounce, and then struck Simon with his cane at the right time, hitting the bridge of Simon's nose, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.

The huge lion fell off the table and crushed many dishes.

He tried to ease the pain by pressing his front paws tightly over his face.

Clayton weighed his cane and played a trick.

Lauren's area is rich in lions. He learned a lot from the locals about how to deal with lions, and even killed two of them with his own hands.

Although the sphinx has a human face, its attack method is no different from that of a lion.

Simon has never seen a lion, so he will not deliberately change his attack style and pursue surprise.

"I don't think we should have conflicts over such trivial matters, what do you think?"

Clayton held the cane, and pointed the tip of the cane towards the heads under the table. Now no one challenged the table.

It was too late for them to become monsters, and the impression they had when they were humans made those who could defeat the lions still have a lot of deterrent power in their eyes.

The other four people who were still at the table nodded to him, thanking him for maintaining their dignity.

Clayton didn't relax. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Julius standing up, his right hand reaching for his waist.

He is drawing a gun? !
Clayton didn't have time to think carefully, and instantly forgot his dignity, honor and disgrace, released the werewolf's real body and rushed over.

There was an invisible resistance in front of Julius, but after Clayton increased his strength, it still passed through and hit him, smashing the chief seat's chair.

Julius, who claimed to be one of the four elders of the Presbyterian Church, could be said to be vulnerable. After being suppressed by Clayton, he did not resist. Instead, he grinned because of the pain, looked embarrassed, and panted heavily. Qi said:
"You're running so fast, I haven't even drawn my wand yet."

Clayton looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what to do with him.

The Council of Elders seems unreliable, but if you leave like this, you may encounter confrontation in the mansion.

He had to be held hostage.

The werewolf grabbed Julius and stood up, then went back to pick up his sword.

Although he won, Clayton felt sad.

The Holy Grail Society and the Presbyterian Church have been offended many times, and he doesn't believe in religion. Now unless he works for the queen again, he can only escape from the city.

The other invitees in the banquet hall watched him drag Julius, neither stopping nor following.

For them, everything they encountered tonight was too exciting for them to react in time.

Just as Clayton was about to go out from the exit, an old man with the same dark green hair came in head-on. He was wearing a very ordinary gray dress, and behind him was a mustache in a red dress who had come to the banquet hall to inform them of the meal.

After the two saw the situation in the banquet hall, the old man frowned, while the mustache opened his mouth in horror.

"Julius, what have you done?" the old man asked him.

Clayton felt the power of the opponent, and a strong warning came from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Julius immediately knelt on the ground, coughed a lot before looking at the old man, and tried his best to make a cheerful smile that showed his teeth.

"I just wanted to see the new guy."

The old man stepped forward and looked down at Julius: "Then you make a mess here, just like you do other things."

Everyone is watching here,

Julius tilted his head: "I want to know more about them, there's nothing wrong with that."

The old man shook his head, unwilling to talk to him any more, turned to the mustache and said, "Philip, you go and take him to the confinement room. I'll decide how long he will be locked up after the meeting."

Mustache moved immediately, helped Julius out, and his movements were so gentle that he didn't want to put him in confinement.

Julius's punishment method was decided. The old man looked at Clayton and said with a smile: "Mr. Bello, thank you for helping me educate my son who is useless. But now we are going to talk about business. I don't know if you still want to Willingness to work closely with us further?"

In the face of an old gentleman who can reason, it seems unwise to refuse.

Clayton thought for a while and told him, "Give me a pair of pants and I'll pretend nothing happened."

　When I saw the third round of recommendations, my mental momentum was ignited, and I suddenly had the urge to add more
　　However, my body temperature also ignited. The temperature dropped suddenly, and I was caught off guard
　　Everyone, keep warm too.

　　


(End of this chapter)