The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 379: Recruitment Intentions

Clayton had anticipated the scene of his contact with the Black Claw clan, but he didn't expect that the first Black Claw member he met, Lind Conrionet, would be so enthusiastic.

He knew what the other party wanted to do.

It's not arrogance, but to be honest, Clayton Bellew is confident that his physical fitness is absolutely elite among werewolves.

Absorbing new blood and strengthening the group is the instinct of all organizations.

Ginger and Edgar may have died at the hands of these werewolves, but Lind was so kind to Clayton. This repetitive story reminded him of a certain Mr. Owl, and their last communication had an unpleasant ending.

Chatting on the dock was not a pleasant experience, as the smell of sewage was very unpleasant. Lind left the matter to others and invited Clayton to his shop to discuss.

Clayton agreed. As for Julius, it was time for them to separate. There shouldn't be any dangers on the way to Sasha City by water, and the wizard could make the return journey alone.

Lind's boat rental shop looks simple inside, but the actual asset value is not low. The boats docked at the dock alone are worth thousands of pounds. There are also two medium-sized speedboats hoisted up and waiting for repair in the work area on the first floor of the store. The young men who had just hidden in the shop saw them coming in, so they went out to work again.

There was no place to sit on the first floor, so Lind led Clayton up the iron stairs attached to the side wall to the second floor.

Before going up, Clayton saw a privately modified arc generator next to the inconspicuous back door of the store. It looked like a huge black door axis, attached to both sides of the door panel.

This attack device usually appears next to distribution boxes on the street, and is used to attack thieves who attempt to extinguish street lights and birds that come to rest. Through some technology that Clayton cannot understand, it will automatically monitor approaching objects and attack. Only staff with special metal tokens can avoid this monitoring.

The power of the arc generator on the distribution box is only enough to knock a person unconscious, and the upper limit of the power of private modifications depends entirely on personal wishes.

There must be something behind this door that Lind doesn't want others to see.

Clayton followed Lind, recalling the places he had passed along the way. The gaps between the buildings were blocked by barbed wire and iron sheets, connecting them together to separate the inside and the outside. He did not find an obvious entrance.

This blockaded area also surrounds the backyard of the building where they are currently located.

This back door leads to the inside of the blockade area.

What is the Black Claw clan trying to do by sealing off such a large area?
Lind took Clayton to the private studio on the second floor. This studio was similar to Clayton's own studio at Rusty Silver Coin. There were many complete tools and some mechanical components scattered on the long table against the wall. Those important and unfinished things were covered with white cloth to isolate them from corrosion by water vapor, which seemed very careful.

When they sat down, Clayton did not raise his questions immediately. Lind's actions had already made him know what kind of personality he should show in order to induce the other party to actively give out more information.

A wild wolf who has only a vague understanding of the current situation of the Darkin, possesses considerable power but is content with the status quo.

"Thank you for your invitation, but we don't seem to be familiar with each other yet." Clayton adjusted his expression and did not put the suitcase down. Instead, he put it on his legs, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

"But if you want, we can get acquainted later."

Lind looked at the alert young werewolf in front of him, and his smile became more friendly: "Young man, maybe you sometimes feel that you are alone and powerless, and you are unable to deal with some difficult things?"

"No," Clayton said. "I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle."

"Well, maybe not now, but not necessarily in the future. Difficulties always surface little by little." Seeing Clayton's ugly face, Lind suddenly raised his hand: "Don't think I'm just talking nonsense. Times are changing very fast now. In the past, there were very few stray werewolves like you, but now they are gradually increasing."

"You should have felt it. Our other mother is about to break through the curtain of the starry sky and return to us."

"However, she is not only our mother, she also gave birth to many other alien creatures. In addition to humans, these alien 'brothers' of ours are also hostile to us. Now, their numbers are increasing day by day, and they don't know how to restrain themselves. They often foolishly expose themselves to nosy humans, which is bound to affect our normal lives."

"For survival and development, what could be more reliable than uniting with brothers like us?"

"The Conrionai family is the ruler here, and we have the ability to shelter our own members."

When he paused, Clayton immediately rolled his eyes and responded, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry, I prefer to act alone. And this place is too far from my home. I can't give up my career for a threat that hasn't happened yet."

"Your career?"

"I work for an insurance company. My current salary is enough for me to accumulate enough assets for marriage before I turn 35. I am very satisfied with this job and have no intention of changing careers for the time being."

"Then you have to change your mind, my friend. Because as I said just now, the accidents caused by other aliens will only increase, and your business will inevitably be involved in these dangerous incidents. Sooner or later, you will be in trouble."

"That's true," Clayton pondered, as if he really had such worries.

"You may have learned about the way of survival of our kind from certain channels, but how can outsiders' words compare to personal experience? Join us, and you won't have to be frightened before the full moon night. The brothers and sisters of the clan will protect you and guide you." Linde said sincerely. He has completely become a loyal friend, offering advice for Clayton's safety.

"As for work, you don't have to worry about it. When you join the clan, you will know how we make a living. We don't need to suppress our bloodthirsty nature. It is not a sin, but can help us survive."

The Conleone family also runs a killer business, Clayton judged so, and his heart was not disturbed, but he still frowned.

"Bloodthirstiness is not a sin. I am really surprised by what you said. Are you crazy? It is the reason why people hate us!"

"This is not crazy talk. Even if you think it is a curse, it is part of us and is a deep-rooted part of us. If you think it is a sin, then shouldn't we exist?"

As he spoke, Lindering Clayton unexpectedly clasped his hands together devoutly and made a prayer gesture: "We are all created by the Heavenly Father. Since He has shaped us into our current form, our existence must be reasonable. Otherwise, with the power of the Holy Lord, we would have ceased to exist in the world long ago." "Our ancestors once accepted the protection of the Grand Duke and were knighted. Later, they were baptized for generations. Now they still follow the glory of the Queen and rule this land. If you say we are evil, then what is this country?"

Clayton's astonishment was evident in his words. It was not that he was good at pretending; his feelings came from the bottom of his heart.

"Holy Grail Society?"

“Everything is holy,” Lind said.

The saying that all things are holy means that the Creator created everything and is omnipotent. Therefore, the existence of all creations is due to His divine will. There are differences between species, but there is no upper or lower.

This is the theory of a certain branch of the White Church, which is more moderate than the Holy Grail Society. The Holy Law Orthodox Church has not openly rejected this understanding of the doctrine. It is said that many Darkspawn who were burdened by the curse have found their own peace because of it.

There are also many believers in the theory that all things are holy in the Elders' Council of Sasha City, which enables them to cooperate relatively harmoniously with the White Church - even though most of the church clergy in Sasha City belong to the Three Phases One Society that despises the Darkin, there are many among them who sympathize with the Darkin believers.

Clayton also believed in the existence of the Creator, but he didn't believe that another group of mortals could explain such a great intention of God, nor did he think that God needed him to do anything, so he was not moved by this: "Maybe we should talk about something practical. My identity as a werewolf doesn't bother me for the time being, and I don't care whether there is a God who loves me."

Lind still looked pleasant and did not seem unhappy about being interrupted:
"Practical? We are talking about practical things. Like you, I also have a secular identity and job. As you can see, I repair boats and rent boats here. But when the sun sets and the moon rises, that's the time for me to exist like this. My brothers and sisters and I live according to the way of our ancient ancestors, releasing our nature and helping each other."

"Tell me about the connection between 'bloodthirsty nature' and 'means of livelihood,'" Clayton said, emphasizing.

"I knew you were a soldier, if you hadn't lied to me, maybe you had served in the army?"

The insurance company's forensic investigator's expression immediately changed. He stood up abruptly, exuding considerable hostility: "How did you know that?"

"If you hadn't killed anyone, you wouldn't be as strong as you are now. Judging from your appearance, perhaps you killed more people than me before you awakened." Lind spoke without any regard for the workers downstairs. Just as they could hear the shouting of the people downstairs from upstairs, the people downstairs could definitely hear his conversation, but no one came to disturb them or express any uneasy feelings.

Nothing changed, but Clayton felt the air tighten.

"What's the connection?" He restrained his hostility slightly, sat down slowly, and let curiosity creep onto his face.

Everything is under control.

This move really satisfied Lind: "The nature of werewolves is seeds, and without blood, we can't grow well. Do you know the power?"

"I have heard."

"Just hearing about it is not enough for you to understand the importance of power to our tribe. Power is the power of communication. The harder we fight, the more power we will gain after victory. When it combines with our own cursed blood, it can resonate with other clan members who share blood, and the "Law" is born. The more difficult battles we go through, the more power we will master, and the stronger the power of the Law will be. We can use the Law to influence weaker members of the same clan and make them obey most of our orders."

The nature of this power working is like a werewolf being able to command wolves and dogs.

The familiarity made Clayton unhappy. He frowned and asked, "Do you completely follow the rule that the strong are respected?"

Lind shook his head: "That's not entirely true. In the clan, strength does not represent everything. We also have our own morals."

"Even if the power is not strong enough, or the body has an irreparable wound and is dying, as long as the law is strong, it can also show that this werewolf has fought to the death many times. All werewolves will recognize and respect this will and battle honor, and will not force the law to control the other party. Only the clan leader is qualified to command all werewolves."

"You have a lot of power. Once you join us, you will immediately become the 'fang' of the clan, a position second only to the clan leader and elders."

"I'd like to think about it again." Clayton was hesitant, and he looked like he was almost moved.

"If you are willing to join us, we can teach you how to speak the werewolf language. The werewolves who have awakened in recent years do not know how to do this, just like innocent babies." Lind then explained to Clayton: "I can tell you in advance that this still requires the power of the law. Furthermore, integrating the power of the law into the roar can not only convey messages, but also strengthen the war cry, allowing the law to take effect on other species. A strong enough law can make other creatures obey us and even voluntarily sacrifice their lives."

Saints use their power to communicate with nature and all living things, while werewolves use it to kill.

But if we use the concept of "everything is holy" to judge, there is no difference between these two practices.

Clayton then realized why he could not master the werewolf language, because he had no werewolves of the same bloodline to communicate with, and he did not know how to integrate power into the cursed blood.

The technique of this skill may not be difficult, but it is not easy to take the first step without a clue.

Clayton had originally hoped to learn the battle cry by holding the binding ceremony again to read the memories of other ancestors, but now there is a new way. He wanted to let Lind spit out this basic knowledge in exchange for his "trust", but he couldn't rush it now.

He pretended that he was not interested in this and returned to the previous topic.

"You haven't explained how we make a living by killing."

The change in title made Linde more confident that he would soon recruit an elite warrior for the clan. He did not hide anything and said, "Some friends will come to us because of our reputation, telling us about their misfortunes, hoping that we can resolve their disputes with a stubborn person, and are willing to offer generous gifts for this. At this time, it is our turn to step forward."

"What if your actions were seen by mortals?"

"They'd better hope they didn't see it." Lind said meaningfully. He looked at Clayton with a waiting look, and the meaning of his eyes was very simple. He didn't intend to reveal more information, including the skill of mastering the werewolf language, unless Clayton was willing to join.

This outcome was already decided.

In this case, Clayton decided to ask one last thing at the right time, which was to find out what happened to Ginger and Edgar. However, asking this might arouse the other party's suspicion, so he had to make a good start.