The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 364 Immediate Fulfillment
After returning home, Clayton carefully checked the nearby sewer entrances. Fortunately, they were relatively far away from his house, but this also made him discover another problem with his new house.

The roads here have little slope and the sewer entrance is far away, so the roads will accumulate water on rainy days.

That's the bad thing about suburban houses.

Clayton tried to relax again the same way as before, but it had no effect at all.

He couldn't relax at all. Since returning from Wonderland, his luck seemed to have recovered, but recently he started to have bad luck again. He had to suspect again that it was Chude Osmar's dying curse that affected him.

Logically speaking, such an incomplete curse should not work, but what if it does?
He thought about it and went to the warehouse to take out the altar at night.

The altar of the White Church is actually a piece of decorated white cloth. Its form can be ornate or simple, but it must be consecrated by a bishop and placed under sacred objects during the worship ceremony - including the body of a saint.

Depending on the folk traditions of the local parish, the saint's remains may be burned together with the altar cloth or dismembered. The church will collect these different forms of saint's remains, bury them in special cemeteries, and sometimes distribute them to devout believers.

Coker's clothing had been in the hands of the Presbyterians and came into his possession after Clayton made his promise.

He set up an altar in the back garden. Looking at the gorgeous altar cloth under his clothes and the gold thread embroidered on it, he lit it on fire with a little regret and watched it turn into ashes together.

Nothing happened.

Dong Sen’s bank affairs seemed to have come to an end, and he returned to his state of doing nothing except work.

After returning to the study, he picked up the information given by Roderick and prepared to get to know the Presbyterian organization again.

The Elders' Council is a secret society formed by Grogne, Fisher, Dais, and Cheryl. Although it is not a secret in the eyes of some people, ordinary people cannot find the true face of this organization. It controls many companies in different fields, but this practice is not to cover up itself, but purely for profit.

Roderick thought it necessary to let Clayton know the identities of the four elders, so he spent a lot of space to describe them.

Grone's identity has been mentioned before. He is a high priest of the druids and has an unusual relationship with Godolin.

Incredibly, as a forest elf who is always regarded as a leader, Grogne left Godolin to establish the Elders Council in order to achieve his own political proposition - people should avoid excessive persecution of the environment while developing the city. Naturally, he needs some money in exchange for the promises of politicians.

Des Jongrad's identity surprised Clayton. He was a lieutenant colonel in his country's army. However, during his time in office, the influence of military rank was still very low. His more important identity was a baron in the borderland and a former member of the Death Squad.

Clayton had learned about the group called the Death Squad in the military library. It was once the most elite regiment in this country, famous for its brave foot knights. Its members were also called the Death Swords. They were extremely skilled in swordsmanship and tireless. It was said that they could catch up with the fastest cavalry in the world with just their legs. However, it was unclear why the regiment was disbanded twenty years ago.

The elder's needs were relatively simple. He needed money to maintain his heir's extravagant social life in the palace, and to allow himself to spend the rest of his life comfortably.

Cheryl, this red-haired, white-skinned woman is a peaceful person. Her biggest hobby is reading and collecting books. No one knows what race she belongs to. Her age changes every day, switching between 20 and 40 years old. This brings a lot of trouble to her social life, so she needs some agents to handle her affairs.

Fisher, the identity of the ghoul seems to be the most ordinary, but no one dares to underestimate him.

Creatures such as devil owls, snowmen, and ghouls can blend into the crowd in their childhood, but will be clearly distinguished from humans when they grow up. In the witcher's illustrations, there is a unified classification - "Megalocanthus".

When a ghoul is immature, it will grow a layer of human skin to wrap itself. When it reaches a certain age, this skin will lose its restorative ability. Although it will not fall off automatically, fierce fighting will gradually damage the skin, revealing the bronze dermis underneath.

Fisher has been through many battles, yet to this day, most of his skin remains intact.

The reason why he established the Presbyterian Church was simple - in order to obtain food reasonably and legally, the private hospitals and private cemeteries in this city were more or less related to him.

No one knows how these four people got together, but they all think this alliance is good.

However, although the Council of Elders was founded by these four people, people's hearts are unpredictable. Some members of the Council tried to use the influence of the Council of Elders to realize their dreams. They took the initiative to formulate a basic symbiotic framework to link themselves with the Council of Elders for mutual benefit. With their personal development, the power of the Council of Elders is also expanding rapidly, but the form is also becoming more complicated, which is something that even the elders did not expect.

It is precisely because of this hidden change that Des Jongrad had to rely on Clayton to kill Akechi.

As long as he follows the principles set by these old members and demonstrates his own value, Clayton Bello will be able to quickly gain his own voice.

Of course, the premise is that his purpose will not directly infringe on the interests of the elders.

This looks great. Seeing this, Clayton couldn't help but start thinking about what he could do with the help of the power of the Presbyterian Church. But after careful consideration, his dream did not seem to require the intervention of external forces.

He loves art and is also interested in natural history, which is not a field that can be accumulated by money.

He is no longer short of money and has enough energy to take care of his family and friends, but when will he be able to realize his dream?

The werewolf spent another monotonous night full of doubts.

The next day was the first day of the new year, also the day of the full moon. He worked at home during the day, and dismissed the servants near dusk. Then he locked himself in the garden with a thick iron chain, ready to face the full moon after the clouds dispersed. This transformation was unusual, as it was the first time that the werewolf retained consciousness under the full moon.

Despite the uncontrollable transformation, despite the desire to kill like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, he still retained a trace of consciousness.

Perhaps it was because the energy he absorbed from Pan was different, or perhaps it was because the Dark Moon was closer to the earth than before, but even though his mind was in a state of confusion, he could still clearly feel his body changing rapidly. His black hair became longer and tougher, like lushly growing iron wire. As his energy was consumed, his bone strength and muscle strength improved, but at the cost of the urge to howl at the moon, which began to linger in his mind.

He tried to hold back his voice, but at the same time he heard several howls coming from other directions of the city.

There were other werewolves in the city, and their howls came at the wrong time, which was like a severe itch that could only be relieved by Clayton's response.

He didn't want to shout, so he bent down and stuffed the four long, sharp fingers of his right hand into his throat, desperately suppressing this instinct with the feeling of nausea.

This confrontation lasted until dawn, and he was unaware of the passage of time. It was not until the sun rose that he fell headfirst and turned into a human form. It took him an hour to get up, feeling lost.

He was stronger, but he felt weaker.

Maybe he should find some way to relax.

In the south, in Fode, a city near Paternu, Tritis resumed her originally planned journey.

Winter was not harsh here. She wore a nun's black and white robe and walked into a small church on the street, where someone was already waiting for her.

"Sister Cuitis, I hope you have settled your daughter." The tall and strong nun noticed Cuitis's arrival without looking back. She stood up from her chair and walked towards her companion between two rows of benches.

Soon, they will go to the nearest knight order as trainees to receive medical and combat training, so as to provide assistance for the upcoming battle.

Cuitisi bowed slightly to her companion who had not committed a serious crime: "Yes, Sister Miller, I entrusted her to her uncle. He is very rich and loves her very much. She will have a better life there."

"You have such good relatives, why do you come back to become a nun?" Sister Miller asked in surprise.

Seeing Cuitis raise her head in surprise, Sister Miller realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said. She coughed and said, "What I mean is that money is secondary. What about others? I'm just curious."

"He has a bad record," Tritis said calmly. "But I trust him."

“That sounds contradictory.”

“It’s really contradictory.”

Regarding Clayton Bello, it is difficult for Cuitis to evaluate this relative. Even if he is not Uren's brother, he can be regarded as her best friend.

She watched him transform from a pure-hearted teenager into a cold-blooded killer, an indulgent adulterer, and a liar who always had an excuse for the evil he did.

"I am a soldier, and soldiers kill people."

"The upper class has different moral standards than us, and their husbands are not unhappy."

"My store name already hinted at these customers, and they insisted on paying."

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Tristana was able to refute these defenses of sin and depravity with reason and evidence every time, but Clayton always obeyed her in stages.

Staged obedience means that he must first develop a new habit before he is willing to give up the previous one.

But even if Clayton had fallen to this point, she still believed that he was still willing to fight for his loved ones.

"He became bad only because this society does not value conscience. Instead, it persecutes people with conscience and encourages those who indulge in lust. He is a vulgar person and cannot stay out of trouble."

"There's nothing wrong with being a layman," Sister Miller said. "And it doesn't mean that such people can't go to heaven, as long as they are willing to repent."

"Yes." Tritis agreed, "I always believe that he can get on the right track. Because people like him are a pure mirror. He is the same as others treat him."

"If someone is plotting something, he will become more cunning and vicious than the other person, using all means and will not stop until the other person feels pain. But if the other person challenges him to a duel, he will ask the other person to choose a weapon first."

"Choose your fucking weapon quick, boy!"

Clayton Bello spoke viciously to the young officer in front of him while slamming his sword and pistol on the table.