The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 5 Live and Die

Life is like a pool of stagnant water.

If the stagnant water is left for a long time, there will be more unexpected garbage in it.

Clayton held a candle to light the cellar, his tawny eyes gleaming in the gloom with only a little light.

At the top of the cellar were chain hooks, which he used to hang raw meat to keep mice from eating it.

But this cannot prevent people.

A man was gnawing on the frozen meat with his back turned to him, his shoulders shrugged, the sound of chewing was continuous, and the iron chain connecting the meat was also shaking.

Clayton had previously speculated that the Holy Grail would have the ability to control the undead, and now it has been confirmed.

Those half-dead were tortured in life, and death was more painful than others, so the souls of the dead were bound to the rotting corpses full of anger, and the wizard knew how to awaken them to work for him.

It is said that they are rancid, have a diet similar to werewolves, and their hunger is never satisfied.

This is why they are attracted to raw meat.

But Clayton never thought that the other party would lose control in front of raw meat.

He started stealing before the surveillance task was completed, and he had no professionalism at all.

Sensing the change in the light, the chewing sound stopped. The man turned his head, revealing a pair of glass bead-like eyes and a blood-stained mouth.

Clayton remembered his smell, having seen it in the theater.

"What are you doing here? If you don't go out, I will call the sheriff!"

It stands to reason that the living dead cannot speak, but when Clayton saw each other in the theater, he was quite active and could make complex expressions and movements, so he tried to communicate for the time being.

The living dead didn't speak. It pulled out a short knife from its waist, bent its knees slightly, and then pounced on it.

Clayton raised his free right hand to grab his wrist, preventing the blade from hurting him.

The strength of the living dead is much greater than that of ordinary men. If it is him before, it may be more difficult to deal with it.

But for him who has become a werewolf, this power of the living dead is definitely not enough to break free from his shackles.

The monster that had lost its humanity didn't give up because its right hand was restrained. It grabbed Clayton's wrist with its left hand, and then opened its mouth and bit it—the teeth were unexpectedly neat.

Clayton didn't intend to let it succeed. He turned his waist, transferred the weight to his right leg, raised his left leg slightly, and aimed at the knee of the living dead with a quick and powerful side kick.

After a crisp sound, the living dead man's right leg turned over horizontally,
Its unbalanced body tilted, and it failed to bite Creighton's hand, but it still held on to his right hand tightly.

On Clayton's left hand, the tiny flame on the candle flickered rapidly with the disturbance of the airflow.

Although Clayton has night vision, it's just that his eyes are easier to focus light. He still can't see clearly in places where there is really no light, such as in the cellar, so he still needs to bring lighting equipment.

If the opponent can move freely after the candle is accidentally extinguished, he will be in a disadvantageous situation.

Can't hold back.

After making a decision, he held the candle tightly with his left hand, but suddenly pulled back his grasped right hand, causing the living dead who had lost the mobility of one leg to fall to him, then switched his center of gravity, stood still with his left leg, and Knee banging on the opponent's temple from right to left
After the body fell down, the cellar was plunged into darkness.

Clayton moved too far, and the candle went out anyway.

In the dark, he released the hand that was still holding him tightly, and when he touched the soft skin that was still warm, his mind went blank.

He remembered that, in the legend, the bodies of the living dead were cold
the next morning,

Coming out of the Sheriff's Office in St. Mellon Parish, Clayton was in the worst mood ever.

Sheriff is not a job, but a part-time job for ordinary people out of a sense of justice,

The sheriffs of each city are elected and funded by the citizens themselves, so they have little power and law enforcement methods vary.

As a well-connected antique dealer, he was considered a respectable figure in the city, and the magistrates had already decided his innocence without even visiting his home.Now the body has been sent to the morgue of the Public Security Department, waiting for its family members to collect it.

The dead man was not convicted of murder because of trespassing and violent behaviour.

But things don't work that way.

Killing an enemy with a clear stand, he will not feel any guilt, but killing a person whose mind is involuntary and controlled by the evil behind the scenes is another matter.

This man may have been a decent person before, but now he died with a crime.

This is all the fault of the Holy Grail Society.

The rotten smell misled him. He thought it was just a living dead person, but he didn't expect it to be a completely alive person.

After close contact, Clayton discovered that although the rotten smell on the corpse was strong, it floated on the surface, and it was not the smell of the watcher himself.

That smell should come from the mastermind behind the Holy Grail Society.

Clayton believes that the other party has the ability to drive people crazy and exert mind control, otherwise it cannot explain the fact that this poor man also eats raw meat-his body is just an ordinary person.

The matter has come to this point, the watcher has not returned, and the envoy sent by the Holy Grail to Sasha City should know that something is wrong here.

Whether it is an accident or not, the other party may increase the intensity of intervention.

He had to make sure he had the intelligence advantage ahead of the expected fight.

Joe didn't tell him much about the Holy Grail, which was probably preventing him from getting any deeper, but now that option doesn't apply anymore.

He was going to find out about Joe Marney.

Clayton found the black stagecoach in the street, opened the door and got in.As his foot stepped on the pedal, the carriage shook for a while.

The coachman, who had been squinting at the front, opened his eyes and grabbed the reins in his hand:
"Sir, where do you want to go?"

"Go around this parish, I want to get acquainted with it."

"As ordered."

The coachman raised the reins, and the horses pulling the cart raised their hooves. The wheels turned rumblingly and rolled over the muddy water, causing a flurry of jumps among the crowded pedestrians.

After the end of the Loren War, Sasha City carried out a planned reconstruction, which widened the city streets a lot, but when the influx of foreign people seeking work, the width of the streets fell behind again.

The crowd outside the carriage is the best proof.

When Joe Marney and Clayton parted, he did not say where he was going to hide from the limelight, but Clayton could probably guess where he would hide.

The first is near the infantry battalion in the diocese of Santalos,
The second is near the White Curtain Cathedral in the city center,

The third is near the General Security Department of St. Mellon Parish.

Each of these three places has its own special features, but what they have in common is that no one dares to fight privately near them.

Clayton was lucky, the carriage hadn't been driving for long before he smelled Joe's scent.

"Park here," he ordered.

The coachman pulled the reins, causing the horse to slow down and turn slightly forward to the right.

The carriage stopped in front of a small church with white walls and red roof.

Clayton got out of the car, paid and frowned at the spire of the building.

Legend has it that Corolla, the god of light, bestowed the holy sword on the angels after the creation of the world, making them guard the world.People who worship Corolla take the Holy Sword Cross as their symbol.

It was from this little church that Joe Marney smelled.

But Clayton didn't know if he, a werewolf, would be rejected by the church, and his feet stopped at the door.

The church is the domain of the gods. If there is a divine protection in the church that can force him to deform like the ring of the bishop of the trial court, then his social identity will be over from now on.

He stood at the door for a while, and a priest in a black cassock came out empathetically:

"Son, do you need help?"

Clayton's clothes were well-matched for business and social occasions, and he was not bad looking. His elegant appearance made it difficult to suspect him easily.

"Hello, Father. I want to find someone with you. He must be the latest. I have been entrusted to bring him a message."

The priest nodded gently, "I think you are looking for the new volunteer Martin."

Clayton took off his felt hat: "I think it's him."

The priest motioned him to wait here for a while, and then walked into the church. After a while, a middle-aged man came out.

This middle-aged man has no hair on his head and has a beard.Only the upper half of his face was exposed, and there were deep wrinkles on both sides of the nose, but his footsteps were as brisk as a young man's. When he saw Creighton, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

It was Joe Marney, Clayton recognized.

No matter how you change the shape, the smell will not change.

Clayton pretended not to know him and nodded at him: "I'm Clayton Bello, I have something to ask you about Joe Mani, don't you mind taking a moment?"

Before Joe could react, he waved to the coachman behind, who opened the side door knowingly.

Joe sighed, and went and got into the carriage.

Clayton followed closely behind and sat in: "Carman, follow what I just said, and walk more in this parish."

"Okay, sir."

The carriage set off again, and Joe sat in it with a blank expression, looking more serious than a debt collector in St. Astordam,

But this is only because the mask is too thick, because his mouth is still very active.

"Damn it, how do you know where I am? The decision to hide in this place was only thought of later on by me. The Holy Grail has no reason to know, because I definitely drove them away this time. Lieutenant, why do you have such an expression?" Ugly? Could it be"

"I have my own way." Clayton interrupted him,
It could be seen that the solemn working atmosphere of the church made Joe very uncomfortable.

"Okay, Lieutenant, you have your own secrets. So why are you looking for me this time?"

Clayton briefly explained: "The monitors of the Holy Grail Society broke into my house and rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and I accidentally killed them. I don't think there is any room for maneuver between me and them, but I don't want to abandon the industry here. go to another city”

"So you want to kill them all?" Joe became excited, he knew how powerful his officer was.

"That's pretty much it, but before that, I need to learn more about the Holy Grail."

(End of this chapter)