The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 46 Self-esteem is very high
Clayton maintained a cautious attitude, covering his head with one hand and heart with the other, and walked towards the basement.

The young man who was left in the basement was standing next to the huge tumor. Clayton glanced out of the corner of his eye and found the head of a Salvation Army junior officer and the corpse of a soldier at his feet.

Seeing Clayton come in, he suddenly drew a flintlock and fired.

He aimed very well, and he also caught Clayton lowering his head and couldn't see the timing of his shooting. The silver bullet that restrained the darkin passed through Clayton's palm and hit the thick muscle in his chest, spattering blood. But that's all, no further breakdown of the lungs or heart.

The kinetic energy of the projectile is not enough, this is the only mistake.

This kind of pain can no longer make Creighton lose control. Although Clara is not strong, she is still capable of torturing people with spiritual magic.

In short, his tolerance improved.

He didn't wait for the opponent to pounce on him, or pull out a second gun to shoot, so he dropped his hands and looked at the opponent.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slightly juvenile face.

This person from the Holy Grail Society might not be called a youth, it would be more appropriate to call him a teenager, but his height is about the same as that of an adult.

Realizing that he failed to kill him with one blow, the boy showed shock, but did not move further.

This pair of eyebrows made Clayton feel familiar.

The werewolf strode forward, probing his claws down to hold his head.

The boy's expression was close to panic, but it wasn't because of the violence, but because he discovered Clayton's identity.

"How dare people from the Presbyterian Church openly violate the contract? Aren't you afraid of the mediator?!"

Clayton didn't know who the mediator was, but he knew that it was unreasonable for people from the Holy Grail Society to recognize him as a member of the Presbyterian Church when they met. He had just joined, and he was sure that no one was watching his whereabouts.

Then there is only one answer.

People with the Holy Grail met themselves at the Pulitzer House.

This kind of thing is not good.

The manic blood was flowing, and Creighton in the werewolf form didn't like others to contradict him.

"We can talk later, but shut up now."

He held the boy's head and hit it against the wall. The boy didn't resist at all, he seemed like an ordinary person. Although he didn't faint immediately, his face turned red and his nose even started to bleed.

Clayton had to stop, lest there be no one to ask for a while.

He roughly dragged the prisoner out of the basement, and then went all the way up to find Joe.

"I wish women would be kinder to me," Joe said.

His lantern was overturned by the side, the fire had already been extinguished, and the gun did not know where to throw it.

Worst of all, he was hung upside down in the attic.

The window was wide open, and the cold moonlight shone on his bare belly.

He looked very embarrassed, but there were almost no injuries, and the person who captured him was also missing.Seeing this situation, the boy who was captured by Clayton was filled with remorse.

There was too much dust in here, but Clayton was sure he smelled perfume.

He confronted Joe: "Who attacked you?"

"It's a few people I don't know."

"I just called you, why didn't you respond?"

"I didn't hear it."

Joe answered one by one, and at the same time, because he was hanging facing out of the window, he could not see Clayton.If it wasn't for the unchanged tone, he might not have recognized that the deep voice belonged to Clayton.

"I'm going to put you down."

Clayton cut the rope with his fingernails, and Joe tried to protect his head and neck before landing, slapping the ground like a piece of bacon.

"Have you encountered any supernatural monsters?"

With a sore back, Joe massaged his cold abdomen and turned to face Clayton.

The huge wolf head was right in front of him.

Dark, strong, as if the standard monster image that only appears in the storybook is close at hand.

"Eh, do werewolves count?"

Joe responded automatically to Clayton's voice, then stepped back toward the window and delivered a swinging blow to the werewolf's head.

Even if he falls from the fourth floor, he won't be eaten by a werewolf!

Clayton realized that he hadn't told him about his identity, and easily squeezed his fist: "I forgot to say, I'm Clayton, and I'm also a werewolf."

"That's okay, you can speak earlier next time." Joe withdrew his painful hand expressionlessly.

Although he couldn't see it on the surface, there seemed to be waves in his heart.

When he saw the Harpy, he felt that Clayton's reaction was too calm, and he didn't consider going to the church with him to seek asylum, which was obviously easier.But he hadn't imagined that the truth would be like this.

She is not a human being, of course she can accept the existence of Harpies more, and she will also reject the Church.

If he hadn't been dealing with the little freaks collected by Father Petit recently, which improved his psychological adaptability, Joe felt that he would probably scream and deny reality.

But it's okay now, it's just that the person I know has an extra identity.

this is nothing.

"It's nothing." He said it, his tone seemed to hypnotize himself.

Sure enough, I still can't accept it.

Clayton didn't know what was going on in his heart, but gave him a high look.

The lieutenant felt that it was not easy to adapt to being a werewolf immediately, so Joe Mani was indeed not a mortal.

"Where are your people, where have they all gone?" He turned his head and asked his captive sarcastically.

Still held in Clayton's hand, the young man raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away the blood under his nose, insisting on being decent: "I probably ran away after I found out that you are really useless. You still have a gun in your hand. And swear allegiance."

Even if the shooter is an ordinary person, with five or six guns capable of firing a round of salvo in a narrow space, even a knight-level person is at risk of dying on the spot.

"Then it's time for you to recognize your position."

The boy said sincerely: "Of course, I really surrender this time."

It's just that this sentence is really not convincing to people with criminal records.

Clayton, intending to interrogate him right in the attic, throws him into a corner and asks Joe to tie him up.

"What are you doing here tonight?"

"We've come to find the relic."

"The three special envoys of the Holy Grail Society, Harpy, Spider Priest, and you, is this list correct?"

"It's not a special envoy, I just follow the special envoy."

The boy's eyes and tone made Clayton feel uncomfortable. After thinking for a long time, he realized that it was the attitude of a person who thinks he has the truth to an unbelievers, but it is not entirely like this.

"You think you're smart?"

"generally."

"It's really average. Smart people don't end up like you."

Clayton's words hit the nail on the head, and the young man's face suddenly changed: "No one can control everything. There are many well-known scholars who died under the sword of a reckless man. Saints may also be expelled from the Holy See."

"Perhaps, but your achievements are obviously not as high as theirs."

After finishing speaking, Clayton told Joe: "Come here and slap him twice."

Why not do it yourself?Joe thought, but he didn't refuse the errand.

Two red palm marks soon appeared on the boy's face.

He glared at the werewolf and Joe, especially Joe.

"Well, it's time for you to know what your situation is. I suggest you tell the truth, as much as you can."

Clayton poked his nails in his face, turning him to look at him.

To deal with these Holy Grail members, no means can be called cruel.

"Let's do it again, just happened to forget to ask a question. What's your name?"

The boy's breathing became heavy: "Moore."

"Very well, Moore, what are you doing here tonight?"

"We have come to seek the guidance of the sacred object, hoping to transform the mortal body."

"The Blood Ritual of Desire?"

"They are different. The sacred object is a material for auxiliary rituals."

"What is the specific operation like?"

"I don't know, but Horn knows that it is the guardian here." Moore showed an ugly smile: "But we didn't find him. According to your means, he should be speechless now."

What he said hit the ground running.

Clayton thought for a while: "Joe, come here again."

(End of this chapter)