The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 44
In order to find someone to transport the placenta, Clayton came to the workhouse in the parish of Solot once again.

Joe volunteers here to avoid the Holy Grail.

Although not a very close friend, the other party has unshirkable responsibilities, and there are other uses after the work is done.

Because he had paid the money last time, the people here were willing to let him go in for a visit. Clayton quickly found Joe who was washing the dishes, called him out, and mentioned that he needed his help.

But Joe flatly refused: "No matter what you want me to do, it's impossible. It's related to the protection agreement I signed with Father Petit. I won't go out, and the guards at the gate won't let me go out either."

Clayton couldn't figure out what agreement he had signed with the church, but it had nothing to do with him.

"Go out with me on errands, this time I will be paid, 50 pounds,"

He expected Joe to be short of money, so he would say yes.

really,

Joe gritted his teeth: "I'll go with you, but don't be too late, I will go back to take care of the children later."

Hearing this reason, Clayton gave him a surprised look. This person has been changed too much by work.

"Alright, you go back and prepare first, remember to bring the gun I gave you."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Joe stomped his feet.

Joe's motivation was high, but he almost broke his leg climbing the wall and forgot to take off his apron.

Clayton beckoned him into a carriage on the side of the road, but he himself took the driver's seat.

This is his rented car.

In order to earn the six thousand pounds, Clayton must have a helper.

He didn't consider the three people mentioned by Elder Grogne at all, because they were expensive and some things would not be kept secret from him.

Still Joe is easy to use.

"Lieutenant, why are there two saws in the car?" Joe called from the car, almost sitting on it.

Clayton didn't look back, and flicked the rein up and down: "It's used to process food."

The carriage galloped towards the Santa Los Parish. The time was simply four o'clock in the afternoon, neither early nor late, and there were few pedestrians on the road, so he could let go of the speed.

It is estimated that within two hours, they will be able to arrive at the house left by the Holy Grail Society, finish processing the placenta, and then load it into the car to take away part of it.

What he said to Grogne was still too conservative. Even if a quarter of the sarcoma in the basement was cut off, the size of the remaining part would definitely meet Grogne's expectations.

As for those crusaders, they didn't pay much attention to him at all.

At night, the opponent's combat power will weaken, while he will gradually become stronger.

Now that winter is about to enter, at only 04:30, the sky in Sasha City is already pitch black, presumably those soldiers standing guard in the dark are getting impatient.

Suddenly, a strange point of light lit up in the sky in the corner of Clayton's eyes.

This seemed to be an ominous sign, and he immediately felt trembling, and couldn't help slowing down the speed of the carriage, looking solemnly at the sky.

Something is burning.

The location is probably in the Parish of St. Alvin.

Clayton's mood is inevitably a little depressed. Because of the existence of the railway station, the label of the city division is the freight and transfer center, and the storage warehouse corresponding to the "rusted silver coin" is also there.

Hope it wasn't his warehouse that caught fire,

Absolutely not.
Philip walked briskly down the clear, crystal-clear white corridor.

He is the master of the Pulitzer family. He has a superficial identity and is a successful businessman. He is also the heir to the ancient surname and the title of honorary viscount.

If he wants something, he doesn't need to pay, and many admirers or people who ask him will offer it as a gift.

But he knows that he is not the master of anyone, and the actual wealth he owns is not much.

Instead, he was born to serve someone.

When he was young, his father would cry and howl when he was drunk: "Our family has fallen." Then, as usual, he would express his dissatisfaction with another extraordinary world with a bunch of nonsense, claiming that if he was young, he could find a way to sneak into the queen's imperial court , they must enjoy much more than now.

But in fact, because a certain business operation of Grogne Gaminien required a long-term guarantee from a person with a title, Philip's father got the job, so he had the money to marry a wife, and the only son was born in World.

After his father's death, Philip recognized his position and devotedly offered his services to Grogne.

As for the Council of Elders, the other leaders of this organization are as powerful and mysterious as Grogne.

The indoor floor height of the Pulitzer House is far higher than that of ordinary buildings, and it is consistent with the city hall.People can easily feel their own insignificance when walking in it, as if they have gone to the kingdom of giants.

He stopped in front of the living room, hesitating whether to go in or not.

The elders are meeting.

Usually when they gather, Philip will feel great pressure just by standing aside.

What's more, what he brought now was a piece of bad news about Grogne.

Philip still knocked lightly on the door of the drawing room.

Before he knocked on the door, there was no conversation in the living room, and the elders knew he was coming.

Two huge door leaves were pushed open, and he walked in respectfully.

Four people of all ages and faces were sitting waiting for him to speak.

"Elder Grogne, there has been a riot at the Weissand Weaving Factory!" He delivered the bad news.

The Pulitzer family has only two companies, but Grogne himself has other businesses under his name. The Weissand Weaving Factory is considered to be a relatively important place in this city. It is managed by Philip and can provide five Thousands of pounds of net profit.

The first person to react was Dais, who looked the oldest among the elders and was the only human elder. He laughed loudly:

"What, can you say it again? Who doesn't know that Grogne almost lost money in this business, just to keep that good land from being snatched by others. For this reason, electrical machinery is not used to replace labor, and the salary is also higher than that of his peers. What kind of unscrupulous workers would be dissatisfied?"

Cheryl, who looked like a young woman among the elders, and Fisher, another old elder, laughed softly.

Sasha City has developed under their hands for 30 years, and they are sure that no one will dare to trouble them.

Even people from the city hall and the church don't clash without reason.

Philip lowered his head and did not speak. He knew that he would disappoint these elders.

"How's the situation?" Grogne asked him.

Seeing Grogne so serious, the other elders realized it was true.

Philip told the truth: "The workers fought indiscriminately and even set fire to it. Fortunately, Mr. Akzi rushed quickly, and only four people died in the factory, but the weaving produced in the last week had not had time to be sent to the station warehouse. All were burned, and eleven of the hand looms were broken."

Grogne's face turned pale, and the loss did not exceed his expectations.

"I see. Let the security staff handle the next thing. You don't have to worry about it."

As if being pardoned, Philip immediately withdrew from the drawing room.

The abnormal behavior of the workers is obviously the work of supernatural forces, but there are also full-fledged members of the elders in the security department.

"It's probably made by newborns. When a guy with an unintelligent mind gains power for a while, he thinks he is the chosen one." Cheryl, the fair-skinned and red-haired female elder, picked up a goblet containing red wine and sipped it carefully. The shirt on the upper body and the short skirt on the lower body looked young and beautiful, but they had a very harmonious temperament among the old people in dresses.

"It can't be the special envoy of the Holy Grail Society." Daisy said jokingly, but when Grogne didn't deny his attitude, he immediately frowned: "What did you do, Grogne? You won't be against us. Have you made an agreement with them?"

When the Holy Grail left Sasha City, they had just arrived here.

Although the frontal combat power was almost the same at that time, the Holy Grail Society's local accumulation was much deeper than theirs, otherwise they would not have been able to retreat almost completely after intervening in the mayoral election and offending the church.

"I encourage a newborn who has just joined the association to go to war with the envoy, and they already have a feud," Grogne said.

A newborn baby doesn't mean it's weak, it's just that it's not well controlled. The elders are not surprised by this kind of thing.

"Although this is not a violation, you can't blame them. If you want to accept newcomers, you have to teach them how to do things according to our rules." Fisher, who has no hair and eyebrows, shook his head: "We want to be safe, this is why we quit The only reason Yaxin came to Sasha City."

Grogne disagreed: "What if the Holy Grail sent an envoy this time not just to hunt down one man? We're old, and if they want to come back again, can we stop them?"

Cheryl sternly knocked on the edge of the table with her wine glass: "I'm not old yet."

"But you only have one."

"Why do you think they want to come back?" Fisher asked Grogne: "The financial revenue of this city is declining every year. Now I go to the nearby cathedral to donate 100 pounds, and the priest will hold my hand." Help me out. Who would want to work here except poor people with empty pockets? Besides, the contract also prevents them from directly attacking our people, except for mind control."

The main foundation of the Presbyterian Church in Sasha City is not in the local area. To be precise, the Presbyterian Church is just a handy tool fabricated by a few of them.

Its main function is to help them live comfortably.

Grogne looked around and sighed: "The newcomer found a placenta from an old stronghold of the Holy Grail Society. It was protected by spells. It was a stronghold that I couldn't find at the beginning. I learned through divination that he The placenta found belonged to a primordial whale, which is why I summoned you today."

Original Realm Whale, this ancient name caused the rest of the elders to fall into silence for a while.

It was Elder Dais who spoke first: "The placenta of the original world whale is not common, and it is not easy to transport. It seems that they have no intention of giving up here from the beginning."

What he said is not very common is "very rare and precious", but no matter how precious something is, its value is also for those in need.

But none of the four present here really needed it.

"Kill it," Fisher said.

A grin appeared on Grogne's grainy face, "I think the new guy is already doing that."

"What else are we going to do?" Daisy asked him,
Grogne's divination abilities are trusted by all of them.

"Keep an eye on the city hall, the mayor is going to be elected again." The dark green-haired old man made a prediction: "I have a hunch that this time the Holy Grail will use legal means to expel us from the city."

(End of this chapter)