The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 31
Clayton got the medicine.

Grogne handed him the natural-suppressing potion along with a sheriff's silver star badge.

The Presbyterian Church is going to buy a building in the parish of St. Alvin as the branch of the Public Security Department. After the finalization, Clayton can take up the post, and the time is less than two weeks at the latest.

At the end of the conversation, he gave Creighton some news as an advance payment.

The Holy Grail Society only sent three special envoys back to Sasha City this time, two women and one man, and Creighton had already killed one, that is, the Harpy.

Among the three special envoys is a dark-born priest, that is, the person who mastered the blood ritual of desire, and she is also a woman.

Because of her special abilities, people called her "the faceless spider priest", a person Gronier knew before the establishment of the Presbyterian Church.

Extraordinary people used strength to seize power in the past, and then used power to judge strength.

Squire, Knight, Grand Knight, Legion Master, Champion, Scepter, Crown.
This practice is so popular that the darkin have also begun to use this method to divide the hierarchy.

Grogne classified Creighton as a knight, the same as Spider-Priest.

But this superficial method can only quantify the destructive power of the body, and cannot truly reflect the level of a transcendent.

Some existences may only have the physical strength of ordinary people, but under special circumstances, they can destroy a town by themselves.

Such is the existence of the cursed and wizards.

For example, the legendary Pied Piper, who used magical music to help the townspeople of Hamlin drive away diseased rats, but the short-sighted townspeople drove him away with pitchforks and tongs to save money.So that night, the angry piper played music again, causing the children in the whole town to lose their minds, and they disappeared into the depths of the forest with him.

Darkin can be wizards too.

Spider-Priest is such a born wizard, in addition to being a telepath.

The unique talent and advantage endow her with extraordinary wisdom. She is not only good at black magic, but also communicates with hell demons.

Grogne recommends Creighton to find her real body before sniping.

If it is realized that an opponent who is also a superhuman is targeting him, the spider priest will unscrupulously activate his ability and transform his followers with the blood of desire. At that time, Creighton may encounter hundreds of enemies s attack.

Because Spider-Priest has the ability to change faces, the Presbyterians can't be sure that she is herself at the moment, rather than using an alternate disguise made by someone else.

But when she first came to Sasha City, her identity was already established——Rosa, a dancer at the Broken Wing Angel Strip Club.

It is impossible to say that Clayton has no regrets. If he knows that Rosa is the spider priest, he will rust the silver coins when she comes. Well, it is useless to know. At that time, the Holy Grail will still be in his eyes. It's just a superpowered mob recruited by Joe Marney, who he thinks he can avoid by keeping a low profile.

As for the remaining man, Clayton paid him no attention.

Because he had never seen this person before, the ones who made him angry so far were the "monsters" created by the blood ritual of desire.

He was outraged by the profanity and twist, and he felt guilty for killing them himself.

These emotions are the motivation that urges him to continue hunting members of the Holy Grail Society, and it has nothing to do with Joe Mani.

Since Grogne said that among the special envoys of the Holy Grail Society, only the spider priest knows how to perform the blood of desire ritual, it doesn't matter whether the others are killed or not.

When Clayton identified his goal, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home easily.

He has a strong appetite to eat again tonight.

After returning home, Clayton completed the work of receiving and writing letters, and weaved feather fans popular in the Hanaway Islands according to the customer's requirements. Embellished with broken gems, but there is no time to finish it today, so I can only continue tomorrow during the day.

At ten o'clock, he read books to supplement his occult knowledge, practiced the mastery of power after transformation, ate a lot of raw meat to supplement his strength, and fed Clara by the way.

Today's schedule is also very fulfilling.

Clara ate the minced meat in peace in the glass fish tank. Her eyes were only minced meat, not hatred.

Seeing her comfortable state, Clayton was even a little moved.

He couldn't help thinking that if he was so stupid, he would definitely be able to achieve happiness.

If a person is moved with sympathy, it is no different from going crazy, and he can't stop it without getting himself into some terrible trouble.

Just like him now, he had nothing to do with the Holy Grail Society, but suddenly he had to kill the other party.

Just because the Holy Grail would make him kill a poor man by mistake and make him unhappy.

Clayton moved the aquarium to the table and planned to talk to Clara again.

He has lived here alone for four years, and chatting with roommates is an experience he has never had before.

Even if the other party almost killed him once, now it can provide some spiritual comfort to relieve loneliness.

He fished out the head and greeted her: "Good evening, Clara."

"Gah—" Clara said. "Good evening, Clara."

Clayton had to correct her: "You, Clara. Me, Clayton."

He tapped his fingers back and forth, hoping to get the guy to understand the use of pronouns.If the other party maintains this state all the time, the efficiency of their communication may be quite low.

"You, Creighton. No me, just Clara."

"Don't you know how to use 'you' and 'I'?!"

Clayton suddenly became nervous. Clara was smarter than he thought, giving him a sense of déjà vu that the fish in the fish tank were also observing humans.

"Everyone doesn't want me, everyone just wants Clara."

Clara explained without extra emotion.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant, so he coughed twice and asked her what he wanted to know:

"I'm not Joe Mani, and I still give meat to you, so do you still want to kill me?"

"Clara doesn't want to."

Clara's expression was determined. If she had a neck at this moment, she would definitely shake her head vigorously.

"Then if you see Joe Mani, will you still kill him?"

"Clara must complete her mission."

"You don't know Joe Marney, how can you be sure that the person you found is him?"

"Blood, huh-ow. Clara will know it when she tastes his blood."

Clara yawned twice, tired from eating.

Clayton lamented the inefficiency of her judgment method: "That is to say, you have to bite the people you meet one by one to determine whether you have found the right person?"

"Clara has met Joe Marney. Clara knows what he looks like. There are very few people who look like that. Clara knows how to find him."

"how does he look like?"

"As big as your head, ugly and red and wrinkled. Clara doesn't like him."

Hearing this, Clayton can already bet anyone that Clara will never find Joe in her life.

However, Clara surprised him by seeing Joe as a baby. After all, she looked so young, and he didn't expect her to be of the same generation as him or even earlier.

"Then why did you recognize me as him in the first place?"

The girl pursed her lips aggrievedly: "Clara is so hungry, mother said that she can eat people who fall into the room. But only by eating Joe Mani, can Clara be free."

Clayton thought about it, but felt wrong again.It has been three or forty years since the Holy Grail left this city, and Joe Mani was born after that. What kind of contract would involve a baby born in the future.

And Clara was in the house all the time, who the hell was going to feed her all the time?
"Who ever fed you at Joe's house?"

"Never, so Clara is always hungry."

She was looking at what was left of Clayton's hand as she said this, licking her lips so greedily that he had to tear some more to feed her.

"You really haven't eaten anything in all these years?"

The girl chewed the minced meat, her eyes were full of sincerity: "It's true, Clara is not lying."

Clayton brooded over his experience of being deceived by stupid things: "But I was deceived by you last time! You said you were going to run away and I just caught up."

"Because Creighton is stupid."

Clayton leaned back in the chair angrily, and then reacted again, quickly stuffed Clara back into the fish tank filled with developer solution, put on the hanging cabinet, and completely covered it with a piece of cloth.

If she couldn't be silenced, who knew what terrible things she could say.

After reading the book impatiently for a while, the church in St. Morede Parish also started to ring the bell.

The melodious chime of the bell means that the day is about to begin again.

The werewolf has lost its hair, and its body size has shrunk back to the normal level.

He put on his clothes, washed up, and prepared to go to the General Security Department again.

(End of this chapter)