The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 29

When the old man with dark green hair decided to sit down, a large number of servants began to move.

They moved the chairs, cleaned the ground, put Simon back on the chair, and restored everything to the way nothing had happened.

Clayton also got new pants, but the other shapeshifters were not treated so well, they could only keep the monster's body and move the chairs a little further apart.

The old man sat down in the new chair,

He has a fair face and no beard, but he has a manly air that speaks for himself.

"I am Grogne, the elder of the Presbyterian Church. The boy who sat here talking nonsense just now is my son. I apologize to you on his behalf."

He revealed this paragraph sincerely and lightly, and the atmosphere of suspicion and fear in the banquet hall disappeared invisible.

It seemed that they were going to have a meeting here, and the farce just now was just that a vase was accidentally broken during the meeting.

"Now let me tell you about the situation here"

Grogne surveyed the newborns, the sudden appearance of so many newcomers was a first for even his age.

In the era when the dark moon disappeared, the only way to increase the number was to reproduce naturally.

He has almost never done such things as raising newborns, and so have others. At most, he has raised his own cubs.

The stakes were high, and he had to come in person.

In the past few months, members of the Presbyterian Church reported that they had picked up an unidentified newborn.

At that time, they didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't until there were more and more mutated newborns, and some of the vicious species caused a big commotion in the lower part of the city, that he officially began to pay attention to the concept of Judgment Day, and strengthened the supervision of hospitals, sewers and other areas. monitoring.

Now this group of dark descendants in the banquet hall have been screened,

He didn't have time to see each of them, so he could only come together at the end of the month for "re-education".

"Sasha City Presbyterian Church is not a fraternity-style gang organization. Our main mode of operation is formal business operations, and we only temporarily use Mr. Pulitzer's family name to operate."

"The government and the Baijiao have always been aware of our existence, and currently have no intention of hostility. As long as we restrain our hands, we are still citizens of the empire. But correspondingly, if you expose your identity at the social level, the government will have to arrest you You are gone. So although we have powers that surpass ordinary people, our main job is to hide them. This is not to say that our powers are decorations, we also have the right to use our talents without breaking the rules."

"Now let me give you some basics. Your assessor may have told you something, but that's not specific."

Grogne raised his hand, and all eyes were on him.

"Although dark descendants are the same kind in the eyes of ordinary people, the difference between us is actually greater than the relationship between monkeys and horses. Wizards are even counted as dark descendants in the classification of certain sects. The only thing we have in common is Only at night can it fully exert its power."

"Some say this power is a blessing, while others say it's a curse. We haven't come to a definite conclusion yet, but these changes do bring some disadvantages."

He looked at the tables in turn, first the one occupied by only three people:
"The cursed have magical powers, but only you know the price. Pain is always more than happiness."

Then there are the ugly and paralyzed guests.

"The worm, after pupating, possesses absolute rationality, but is also forgetful, ignorant, and doesn't know what feelings are."

Grogne looked at Creighton's table.

"Transformers, or orcs, can hide well at ordinary times, but they may lose control at any time due to the stimulation of their nature. A small number of people have completely lost their normal bodies, and must always be ready to use lies to deal with family and friends."

He ended up looking at the completely empty table, but said nothing.

The group corresponding to that table was not present.

"The elders will help you continue to hide, but this is not free help."

Grogne narrowed his eyes, and those he spoke to whispered.

A man who was unwilling to change shape just now said in a deep voice, "I don't know how much the elders' help is worth?"

Clayton took a look and felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in some newspaper.

This also seems to be a well-known entrepreneur.

"We don't want money, what we want is intelligence, intelligence in any industry."

Grogne's answer was beyond the man's expectations: "No matter what kind of information, we are very interested in collecting, even information specific to a certain person. Of course, if it is Mr. Jeffrey, an outstanding entrepreneur like you , we can have other ways of cooperation.”

"I will not hand over the shares casually."

"We don't need shares in your company, what we want are channels and opportunities."

Clayton and a few other people in business were thoughtful.

Grogne smiled and did not wait for their reply: "It seems too early to say this now, but we have plenty of time to think about it."

He beckoned, and the servant next to him brought a suitcase. After opening it on the table, there was a honeycomb-like structure inside, with dark brown medicine bottles embedded in the hexagonal grids.

"As a pioneer, our long-term efforts to fight against nature have achieved certain results."

He picked up the suitcase upright to show it, then put it down quickly, taking out only one bottle in his hand.

Clayton smelled a strong medicinal smell.

"This is a special medicine for shape-shifters. Just one pill can be used for a day. The effect is to prevent you from being controlled by nature, but your body will also be weakened for a short time. The cursed person can also temporarily get rid of pain. Such a bottle has 35 capsules. As long as you report the situation of your industry once a month, you can receive one bottle at a time."

"What if the market remains the same?" someone asked Grogne.

He quickly got a reply: "As long as the situation is true, we also want the same data."

"What about those who don't have a job?" Simon has recovered, but his nose is a little red.

"In that case, we will also have jobs, but the salary is not high." Grogne looked at him and encouraged: "I think a good guy like you should have his own business. If you are willing to learn a craft, the Presbyterian Council will also Help you."

His conditions were so good that Creighton felt a little creepy when he was listening.

However, considering what the other party needs, such treatment is nothing more than a normal investment.

Clayton didn't care about that - because Grogne seemed to be a man of the rules at the moment.

"We really don't have much reservations for high-paying jobs in Sasha City, but overseas companies are in need of some help. If you are willing to work on a ship, or deal with the red natives in the colony, we will open up more than money. authority as compensation."

Most of the overseas environments are very harsh, and many climates are not suitable for ordinary people to live in, but if you are a dark descendant, there is no problem.

"What about the buggers? Will these medicines work for them?" Clayton asked a question.

He noticed that Grogne didn't mention that ethnic group when explaining the efficacy of the medicine, and the interests of the buggers had nothing to do with him, but he wanted to know the attitude of the elders.

Gronier looked at him with twice as many forehead lines, but his tone was still kind: "They are pupating. There is no cure. Can't think of anything else but work, but we will send money to their families."

What a way to handle it, Clayton thought.

Grogne put away the suitcase and stood up from the main seat: "Then everyone can leave now. I decided to do as we said, and take away the handkerchief I got when I entered the mansion. I don't want to join the Presbyterian Council, Just leave the handkerchief. If you want to think slowly, we also have a room for overnight."

"If you want to become a member, you can also choose to go to No. 15 Xiangyou Street and No. 266 Coconut Street. These are the strongholds of the Presbyterian Church. You are welcome to visit anytime."

"I suggest that you collect the information first, and then apply for special medicine the day after tomorrow."

Except for Julius, the whole process of recruiting people from the Presbyterian Church is very in line with the rules of businessmen.

Even without so many supernatural elements, the familiarity reassures Creighton, which makes him feel that he can control the situation.

He chose to take the handkerchief and left the banquet hall while others were still thinking.

Antique trading is a very rigid industry, and the market will remain unchanged for a long time, so it doesn't matter if you tell the elders.

This industry does not rely on intelligence to make a lot of money.

Just as he was about to leave the mansion, a call came from behind,
"Clayton Bello."

Clayton stopped and found that it was Philip with the mustache in the red dress who had caught up. His attitude was quite correct this time.

"Mr. Bello, Elder Grogne would like to invite you over."

(End of this chapter)