The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 43 Approachable
Grogne was somewhat surprised by Clayton's gains.

A creature with such a large placenta, even if it is just a mortal thing, is definitely worth a lot.

The growth cycle of this creature must have been frighteningly long.

Time makes ordinary things have value.

I don't know how the people of the Holy Grail Society brought such a thing to Sasha City, or is it that this thing has always been in Sasha City?

"If I dug it here, would anyone in the elders be willing to bid?" Clayton asked the question he was most concerned about.

He didn't understand the role of the loot, and he had to exchange it for some value.

"That's a good question," Grogne tapped his fingers on the table in an orderly manner: "But how do you bring it? The Council of Elders can't help in this process, and we don't have such a big transportation tool."

"How about chopping it up and bringing it here?"

"The more complete it is, the better it will be as a spell-casting material. If it's chopped up, it's worthless. If you can get the rest intact, I can pay you at least six thousand pounds." Grogne was very happy He wanted to buy this placenta by himself, but he decided that Clayton couldn't handle this thing by himself, and for some reason he couldn't understand these behaviors.

"You still ate part of it. If it was originally intact, then this action would have caused serious losses. In the eyes of those who know the goods, it is the most inefficient use of behavior."

Clayton didn't care, it was his prize, and it should be left to him.

"I will find someone to help. Please prepare some money, elder."

Six thousand pounds was a figure that Clayton could not refuse, and his current deposit was less than half of that.

In order to get the money, Clayton thought of a guy who didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

The Holy Grail would have followed Joe back, and it was his duty to help.

"Before you saw this thing, did you encounter any treasure guardians?" Grogne asked him.

"Oh, this is the second trophy I got." Clayton took out the Horn Rat from his pocket and put it on the table.

It wrestled with Clara's head for two hours, and finally Clara couldn't bear it anymore and roasted it with a spiritual flame for two hours.

The once beautiful childhood friendship was broken in the birdcage.

"A ratwalker guarding that giant placenta, I think beastwalkers are pretty rare. Is there a way you can reeducate him so he can do things for us?"

Grogne was a little more interested. Rat Walker's ability to be a commercial spy is very good: "Where is his body?"

"Killed by me." Clayton said succinctly.

"Then it's useless." Gronie lost interest in an instant, and pushed the Horn rat back: "The beast walker who loses his body will gradually become a real beast. Large creatures are better, and they can retain a lot of memory. Rats This small-brained animal can hardly keep anything. Within a month, it will become a real mouse. You can feed it to a cat, and at least the cat will thank you."

Clayton put away the mouse.

It seemed that both of his trophies had been greatly depreciated by the wrong method, but he was not frustrated.

Anyway, there is almost no cost to pay, and you can earn as much as you get.

"I have one more question," he said.

"Do you know the blood ritual of desire?"

Grogne immediately understood: "Have you made a deal with the ghost?"

No one but the Ghost would know such a thing, and no one would tell a new member of the Council of Elders.

"I don't remember exactly what happened, but it's probably like this." Clayton continued his doubts: "He said that the Blood of Desire ritual can twist people into incomplete darkborn. Was the Holy Grail useful in the first place? The child transformed into a servant?"

The old man shook his head: "I just came to Sasha City when they were leaving, so I don't know much about it. But there are many related rumors. You can look for the newspapers of the year, they seem to have adopted many children legally .”

"Can I make another deal with the ghost?" Clayton didn't give up.

He suspects that the "dedication" in Clara's mouth is a synonym for participating in the Blood of Desire ceremony.

But Horn and Clara can get the full power and curse of the Darkborn, while the two monitors sent by the Holy Grail only bear the curse but no power. He wants to know the difference.

"Then you can only wait for him to come to you. I can't usually find him."

Clayton frowned: "What position does he hold in the meeting? I thought you, as an elder, could control him."

Grogne rejected his opinion: "No one can control the ghosts. As long as they are determined to take the painful and lonely path of seeking knowledge, nothing in the world can control them. *** Willing to help us, this has nothing to do with the Presbyterian Church , is a personal friendship."

"How on earth do you remember him?"

"Because of power," Grogne said.

Clayton never found the word in a book, but he was keenly aware that it was a very crucial thing.

"What is power?"

"It's the spiritual power that everything you do brings you. The real name is effective. Whether you do good or evil, there will be a share of power passed on to you. What you do is close to the limit of your ability. The power you get More and more. People who witness your actions will also provide you with authority." The old man with dark green hair explained this and stopped very measuredly.

"what's it for?"

"Increased charisma."

Once again Creighton suspects that Grogne is amusing himself, but he has no proof.

Fortunately, Grogne quickly found out that he avoided the most serious and made up for this mistake: "I still have memory."

Clayton looked gloomily at the old man.

Grogne didn't show it, but the werewolf could feel the pleasure in him.

Old people have an almost innocent joy in teaching newborns.

"Essentially, power is the ability to communicate with everything, even if you don't realize it's there. Gather a large number of fans. There are also some beings who are hailed as saints by the Baijiao. They are not animal language teachers, but wild beasts will be easily tamed by them. This is the power of authority."

"You mean unless I constantly challenge my limits, I can only have this power when I'm old?" Clayton grasped the point.

"I prefer to say this: experience and tempering make you strong." Grogne said with a smile: "I know that you desire power, which is the instinct of a werewolf. But don't worry, because anxiety won't help."

"By the way, if you decide to do something important in the near future, I am willing to support you as assistants. They are all people who are unwilling to join the Presbyterian Church but need inhibitors, so use them as you like."

The old man lays out three photos on the table.

One was the Semitic woman Clayton had seen earlier in the waiting room of the Pulitzer House, and the other was the accursed man sitting in the corner of the banquet.

Then there's Julius.

"This." Clayton poked at Julius's photo: "He seems to be your son, isn't he a member of the Presbyterian Church?"

"I fired him yesterday."

Speaking of Julius, Grogne doesn't look happy at a sandwich yet.

Clayton was treated better in front of Grogne than Julius.

"Although this is your family business, can I ask why?" Clayton didn't mean to gloat.

Although Julius offended him, a father who didn't love his son made him feel even more repulsed.

"There are many reasons, but the main reason is that he ruined my reputation. People dare not offend him due to my status, so I need someone who dares to discipline him." Grogne looked at Creighton very seriously: " You beat him once, so I figured you wouldn't mind giving him a few more lessons."

"Can you accept how harshly I treat him?"

"Do whatever you please."

Clayton didn't like this development, but had to go along with it.

Before leaving the office, he asked Grogne one last question—why does he always want to come and see him in person?

Faced with this question, Grogne’s answer is full of philosophical meaning: “I would rather listen to the words of a traveler who often trek across mountains and rivers than the success lectures of a rich man who made his fortune selling local tobacco.”

In the end, Clayton couldn't figure out whether Grogne was praising himself by saying this.

(End of this chapter)