The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 48
Such a declaration really has no power. It is clear that the Holy Grail will chase after Joe during this period of time, and becoming a deadly enemy will only change the situation.

"But you were going to kill him, right? It has something to do with his father."

Clayton was curious about the relationship between the Holy Grail and the Mani family, and Joe pricked up his ears. He didn't know what happened yet.

"I don't know much about the specifics, but the Mani family used to be an agent of our church. It seems that they have mastered something that shouldn't be there, and threatened us to leave the church as a price. We signed a contract, If Joe Mani lived as an ordinary person all his life, we would not bother him anymore. If he took the initiative to seek extraordinary power, some executors would kill him. But since he is not dead, it means that Clara has betrayed us long ago .”

Moore said lightly: "This incident is also widely circulated in our church, but until half a year ago, no one believed that Joe Marney survived, and they all regarded this incident as a joke."

"Why is that?" Clayton asked him.

"Because the adjudicator at the time asked Clara to stay in his parents' house, as long as he saw her, it was considered a search for the extraordinary."

This is taking advantage of the loopholes in the contract, and it is quite clever.

Clayton also began to wonder how Joe survived. He glanced at Joe and knew that Joe must not have listened to what he said later. The "destined victim" was thinking about the past, tears streaming down his face.

Clara had seen Joe when he was a baby, which meant that they had been in the same room before, so there was no reason for that stupid spider not to do it.

Maybe Clara really betrayed the Holy Grail, or maybe... she just couldn't bear to lay hands on the baby.

Clayton planned to go back and ask her again.

"Then, can the current Joe play the role of a sacred object." Compared with Joe's family affairs, he is more concerned about what he can get now.

Now that the placenta and another key used to open the gate of Wonderland are all together, it seems that they don't lack anything.

"It's possible in theory." Moore said, and he glanced at Joe: "But we haven't tried using a living person, and his spiritual intervention may interfere with the connection with Wonderland. But if it's only him, it's easy to connect to Wonderland .”

"Lieutenant?"

Breaking free from her parents' legacy of love, Joe stared wide-eyed at Creighton, who refused to be involved in this outlandish ritual.

"Whatever you want, but if I were you, I'd try to go over there."

Seeing that Clayton didn't mean to force himself, Joe was relieved.

"Then I don't want to yet."

"The purpose of our visit this time is only to see the sacred object. Even if we don't have the key, it can still allow us to admire the brilliance of the fairyland. Unfortunately, the sacred object has been destroyed." Moore cursed in his heart and left teeth on the original world whale placenta. The existence of the seal, but he did not dare to express his complaints: "It has some gaps, although it can be repaired, it must not be used now."

"You know how to fix it?" Clayton asked him.

"I know."

Moore answered without hesitation.

The pain in his face and neck reminded him that even if he didn't know, it was time to say so.

"Then it's still useful to keep you."

Clayton didn't think so, because he was originally a darkborn, and this sacred object was not of high value to him, but he needed to guide Moore to misjudge this point.

Those who have hope will do things seriously.

He felt that the next question was not easy to answer.

"Your mother," he recalled before saying the real name of the spider priest who replaced "Rosa." "Where is Athena now?"

"It's not a coincidence for you to come, she has been gone for a while."

After being ashamed for the first time, Moore revealed the information about his mother without any hesitation.

Clayton patted his paw beside him: "You're lying! I didn't smell her."

"I'm telling the truth! She used someone else's body!"

The boy tried his best to lean his upper body back. The wolf head, which was almost half the size of his upper body, was very oppressive, and it was still emitting heat.

"Can she use someone else's body?"

"You have seen Clara, she is very similar to Athena, because they are both parasitic demons."

Clayton did not learn the content of the parasitic demon from the book. He tried his best to restore the image of the spider priest from Clara. He thought that those spider legs might be inserted into the neck of the corpse to control the movement of the bones, but at the same time he came to a conclusion:
"Then her head shouldn't be working."

"Clara is a different kind. Don't think that the parasite is like her." Moore's disdain for his sister was revealed between the lines, and Creighton noticed that he also called his mother by her first name without respect. .

"Even among the dark descendants, some of them will not be able to fully evolve due to the burden of mortal wombs. As a descendant of priests, her body and abilities have not been fully blessed after communicating with the fairyland, so she was taken as a Contract the body material of the devil, to guard the only son of the Mani family. The result is now."

He glanced at Joe quietly, then looked away.

The werewolf was surprised by his unfounded confidence: "But you are still human, how dare you be sure that you can do better than her in the future?"

"Because it's normal to do better than her."

Joe regained consciousness from the memory, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and suddenly heard something about himself:

"Wait, who is Clara? You've mentioned her several times, and based on the circumstances, it seems like I should know her?"

Who is the only son of the Mani family, can he still not know?

"She's the one who's going to kill you," said Moore, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands behind his back.

"She watched you grow up," Clayton said, scratching the hair on his neck.

Joe looked blank, he didn't find any clues in his memory: "But I've never seen such a woman! Clara is a girl's name, right? I also heard you use 'she'."

He didn't remember any woman who had been with him for so long.

"You'll see her," Clayton told him.

Clara has only one head left, and she can't do anything to him when she sees Joe, and there is a higher probability that she won't recognize Joe.

Moore turned his head suddenly: "She's still alive, didn't you kill her?"

"I can't kill her."

"Eat her, or throw her into a steel furnace, which will kill her completely."

Everything he said seemed to be well-intentioned, but Creighton felt uncomfortable.

"Is she your sister?"

"So what, she betrayed her oath to the Holy Grail. Even if my mother committed such a crime, she should be hung on a cross and burned alive."

"Then what are you doing now?"

Clayton felt that Moore had no right to blame his family.

In response to this doubt, Moore has his own set of logic to evade: "Nothing I know involves confidentiality, so I can tell you everything."

Clayton almost laughed at the funny man, but Moore made it easier for him to think so:
He tried to keep it serious: "So tell me, where might Athena go?"

"I don't know, but she borrowed an identity."

Clayton licked his nose, thinking of the little officer's head in the basement.

It was dark, but a long, bright snake was passing by on the street.

Each of its scales is composed of soldiers with lamps, guns, and armbands on their arms.

They are the Salvation Army.

These soldiers marched proudly from the tavern to the almshouse of Saint-Solotte.

The porter came out respectfully to meet them.

Even though they didn't know these people, they looked like they were not easy to offend.

The matter quickly reached the dean. He got up from the bed, changed his rich body, and was eager to go downstairs to talk to them.

God knows if these people were sent by the council.

Normal soldiers and workhouses have never met, but because it is the same religious Salvation Army, he still recognizes the leading officer.

"Good evening, Mr. Charles." The dean looked at Charles, who was expressionless, and then at the twenty or so soldiers behind him, beating his heart: "What are you guys doing here? What is the board of directors doing?" news?"

"There is no news from the council." Charles showed a stiff smile: "This is our private matter."

"Private business?"

Faced with such an unexpected situation, the elderly in their early 60s already feel exhausted.

After all, the dean is not an officer of the parish council, but just a lower-level manager, who can work without going out.Therefore, little is known about the actions of the Salvation Army, but they have heard about those relatively extreme missionary methods.

Since he had such a bad impression, he had no choice but to ask carefully, for fear that his tone would offend the other party:
"What do you want?"

"It's not what I want, but our people are missing here."

Charles pointed to the workhouse building behind the dean: "This afternoon, a woman contacted us. She claimed to be a worker here and took Rudolph to chat, but they didn't come back in the end. This can't work, soldier To return to the team at night."

"Of course, of course." The dean nodded, thinking from the bottom of his heart that this was a very normal thing.

I just don't know why Charles brought so many soldiers here.

Satisfied with his attitude, the young officer nodded and said, "Then, we're going to go in and search."

With a wave of his hand, the officer led the soldiers around the dean and filed in through the open door behind him.

The dean was dumbfounded, and then chased after him:
"Wait, it's against the rules for you to do this!"

(End of this chapter)