The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 39 Salvation Army

Clayton made a rare return to the store.

Miss Charlotte, who was behind the counter, saw him, and her eyes widened immediately.

"Mr. Bello, you are finally back. I have been thinking about when you will come back."

Clayton never thought that anyone would miss him. Although it was an employee's words, he was still very moved.

"Yeah, I."

"Let's take a look at the store!"

Charlotte said sternly: "Last week's black ribbon weekly report came out, and I found out that the advertisement of our store has expired. Now it's a new season. Due to market changes, if you want to continue to occupy the page of the same size as before, you have to pay more. Money, according to our previous business strategy, I have re-purchased that advertising space, but because you left no funds when you left, this part is paid by me personally, now that you are back, please settle the payment. By the way Mention, if you don't come back, I won't even be able to ask for leave, because no one can replace my job."

Clayton froze and began to dig out his wallet.

"I see, I'll give you a month off. Now you can pack your things and go back to enjoy the vacation."

He thought it over, and decided that it was indeed necessary to give Miss Charlotte a long holiday.

In this way, even if the store is actively attacked by the Holy Grail Society during this period, there is no need to worry about her being accidentally injured.

As for business, he also has some helpers in other dioceses who can communicate remotely by sending letters, but it is a little troublesome.

Charlotte, however, refused him without thinking:
"No, this is too long, just three days."

"Vacation time is paid as usual."

"Please don't do this, I will misunderstand that you are pursuing me."

Although Clayton is a handsome man in the public aesthetics, he is not the type that Charlotte likes.

And there was a ten-year age difference between the two of them, she couldn't accept such a big gap.

Clayton was dumbfounded at her candor.

"I don't think so, it's just that I have encountered some troubles recently and need to close the store for a while."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"not at all."

"It won't take a month."

"You enjoy working?" Creighton couldn't understand her reaction.

Charlotte stuck her fingers in her hair and said distressedly, "I just don't want to stay at home. If I stay too long, my parents will think I'm fired."

"Then go and accompany your lover and think about when you are going to get married."

As times change, people marry later and later, but Clayton's mind is still stuck in the rural life of Batenu.

There, there are quite a few people who got engaged at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

Charlotte did not follow him up the stairs to the second floor.

She sat there, thinking about the necessity of getting married, and then left the antique shop with her bag.

Meanwhile, Clayton found what he was looking for in his second-floor studio.

A silver birdcage.

This thing is not very common, because there are not many people who are willing to raise birds, and even fewer people are willing to buy silver cages while raising birds.

Clayton had already forgotten how he got it. Anyway, it had been in the store for as long as he had. No one wanted it. He had to store it on the second floor, and now it is really useful. The land of martial arts.

Without this thing, it would be difficult for him to take Clara out.

Although Clara remembered where her home was, it was completely impossible to describe the location clearly based on her language function alone.

If you want her to show the way, you must let her see the outside world.

Clayton thought about putting Clara in a silver cage with a piece of gauze around it so she could see out, but she couldn't be seen outside.

He took some tools that he didn't have at home but needed, and he went out and locked the shop in a happy mood.

He already felt that the target was in sight.

Clayton quickly experimented with his idea.

His idea was successful.

The birdcage wrapped in gauze couldn't see clearly what was inside, and no one questioned whether it was a bird when it was brought to the street.

The only person who asked about the purpose of the cage was the landlady.

Clayton just shook the birdcage, and Clara chirped in the cage as agreed in advance, dispelling the suspicious old lady's desire to find out.

To Creighton's surprise, he probably didn't know the city any more than Clara did.

Although the city has planned and restructured the streets in the past days, some ancient landmark buildings have been preserved.

As soon as Clara saw those buildings, she could immediately tell whether she should go left or right next. The increasing excitement and determination in her voice made Clayton gradually let go of her doubts about her intelligence and memory.

They walked all morning, and Clara felt parched too.

But after Clayton fed her a bit of cake, her spirits suddenly revived.

In the afternoon, after some twists and turns, they reached the square of the dove in the parish of Santa Los.

It is said to be a square, but there are not many people here with an entertainment mentality.

Clayton saw a line of poor people waiting for relief in front of a certain alley, and the line went around half the square.

"Just go there. Clara's house is behind that house. It's a beautiful white house." Clara said looking at the alley.

She was looking forward to it, but there was clearly no room for Clayton to squeeze in.

People with thin faces rubbed shoulders, listening to the officer in the dark green coat on the high platform ahead, but their eyes were clearly looking at the steaming food next to them.

Several soldiers with guns surrounded the stands, making them have to listen to the boring speech and repeat part of it-which is a necessary condition for getting food.

".There are many thorns on the road to the holy city. We will take faith as our shoes and seek the true road——"

The officer had a handsome face, fair hair, and a sonorous voice, a promising debater and orator, but Clayton felt he had picked the most inappropriate audience.

Threatening someone to listen to you with food handouts is the most despicable thing to do, but it is the most common practice of the Salvation Army.

Creighton knew these guys, they were pretty well known in the army.

Some colonies are rich in mineral resources, but the environment is very harsh.The troops stationed in these areas were not accompanied by chaplains, and the soldiers studied singing and worship by themselves, and then gradually formed their own unique paranoid beliefs in the dangerous environment.

These people returned to their home countries after their service period expired, and after gathering a certain number, they established a group called the Salvation Army.

They declare everywhere that the end is coming, and that only by becoming a Christian can they obtain eternal salvation.

Clayton had heard of them when he was in middle school, but so far this group of people has not done anything decent. All they will do is keep promoting, and the methods and effects are not good.

He had seen the Salvation Army at the Veteran's Club, but there was no doubt that these people in Dove Square were active servicemen.

Probably ran out because there was nothing to do in the infantry battalion.

But according to their temperament, it is common to rent a private area for charity.

Occupying public places is easy to conflict with people, and they may be reprimanded by Baijiao who know more about the teachings than them, and lose face on the spot.

Clayton looked at the space at the entrance of the alley, and squeezed in when he saw the gap between the crowd.

Then a bayonet-loaded rifle stopped him.

A Salvation Army soldier stood in front of Clayton, glanced at the birdcage in his hand: "You look like a busy man, you shouldn't be here."

"Have something to do" means "have a job", and the Salvation Army only helps those who don't have a job.

"I'm not here to pick up the food." Clayton raised a hand and pointed at the alley behind the soldier: "Excuse me."

But the soldier didn't move away: "I can't go there either."

"why?"

"No reason, you find another way." He said impatiently.

Clayton looked at him, without further arguing, he withdrew and left here.

When they arrived at a place where there were no people, Clara's voice came from the birdcage, which was distorted because of the gauze covering it.

"Why doesn't Creighton go in? He looks weak and Creighton can knock him down."

"You can't fight. The ones in the green coats belong to the same group. They all have guns in their hands."

Clayton said that most of the Salvation Army's brains are not normal. In order to defend their beliefs, they really dared to shoot at heretics.

It is not wise to confront them without a very important reason.

And he also thought about the possibility that this group of Salvation Army might be contacted by the priest of St. Mellon Parish, and it was the result of Joe Mani's request for help, which also explained why they occupied Baige Square to distribute food, Because this is just doing activities along the way.

It's just that the information he currently has can't explain why the Salvation Army knew to come here to investigate.

Could it be said that the church is also aware of what happened between the Holy Grail Society and the Mani family?

(End of this chapter)