The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 57
It was a long time ago for Clayton to be praised so much last time.

But because Tritis who said this at the time was a family member, it can be forgiven.

Clayton made another note to Athena.

However, her reaction made Clayton confirm a new message—Athena's hypnotic ability didn't work on him, and she didn't have the confidence to subdue him one-on-one.

But at the same time, she also despised him.

It was Creighton's hunch.

"So what's your purpose in coming to me?"

The short-term advantage is not worth the environment bonus. There are soldiers with guns everywhere to drive, and you can't investigate the real location of the spider priest at will.Similarly, the Spider Priest would most likely not attack him here. She has always chosen a covert strategy. This should not be about Clayton, but because there are other existences that are more threatening.

Clayton didn't care.

Athene Brugge was very cautious in choosing to communicate with him here, but she couldn't stay here forever.

Clayton looked directly into the nurse's eyes, her eyes were clear, and she seemed to be speaking entirely from her own thoughts:

"I just have a few questions that I need your answers to."

The werewolf snorted, he thought she was playing tricks on him.

He had only become a Darkin not long ago, so he knew very little about this world, and the reputation of the other party even spread to the Presbyterian Church across the city.

He has no information advantage.

"I thought everything was clear enough. Is there a question you don't know the answer to and I do?"

"some."

Athena was very serious: "Why did you find us?"

Her attitude was even a little humble, like a student asking a teacher for advice.

In order to convince the Elders that they will not stay here for too long, Athena deliberately signed a relatively loose contract. People who have a problem with the Holy Grail can also attack them after joining the Elders, but this seems to be a crude contract. There are also witnesses to testify that they have been responsible for punishment.

The mediator is a demon from hell and a follower of Baal, who can taste the heart.

The elders want to take advantage of loopholes, whether it is hiring mercenaries or recruiting newcomers to join the church to achieve the purpose of attacking the special envoy of the Holy Grail Society is impossible.

Clayton was able to follow her traces so far, and the mediator has not shown up.

This shows that he is absolutely serious.

Athena had to figure out their conflict, or she couldn't feel at ease.

On the other hand, realizing that the spider priest's attitude was not a disguise, Clayton's breath stopped.

He held the gun in one hand and ran through his hair with the other, but he had to stop because he was still wearing a hat, and he didn't know where to put his hands in the end.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but not many can be said.

He also couldn't understand that the other party could ask such a question.

"Because I don't like you guys." That's what Clayton finally said, as simple as an untouched child, and then added: "And you broke the law."

Faced with such an answer, Athena also showed an incomprehensible expression.

"Just because of this you want to kill us? But you haven't lost yet, have you?"

This guy has been killing members of the Holy Grail Society from the beginning to the end. In order to conceal the purpose of coming to Sasha City this time, she has not even taken the initiative to plan a counterattack so far. What kind of greedy and evil face would want to drive them all to death? ?
She was more curious.

Clayton asked: "The flames have spread to the next block, how can I not fight the fire?"

When the words came out, he was shocked suddenly, determined to write down this sentence, maybe he could become a poet in the future.

"You think we're flames? That's a grave mistake, young man"

Athena wanted to say something else, but Moore had already shown a similar expression, and Clayton interrupted her speech in advance: "Even if you are not flames, you are also poisonous snakes. I don't believe that there are benevolent gods in the world, especially in the scriptures. Yes, so you don't have to preach to me."

"It turned out to be an unbeliever."

Athena was taken aback, but she didn't lose interest immediately, instead she was thoughtful.

"What did the elders give you so that you would be willing to do things for them?"

Clayton found her remarks ridiculous.

He has retired from the army, and the queen who legally rules all the people is far away, so nothing can dictate him except his own heart.

"I'm not doing things for anyone, but my interests are the same as theirs for the time being. We all need a stable living environment, that's all."

It was no accident that Clayton chose to settle in Sasha City. In some ways, this city still retains the warmth between the relatives of the township and clan before the Loren War. It is backward but simple, and he is quite a nostalgic person.Even if the warmth has nothing to do with him, he can recall the past days when he looks at it.

So without Grogne's instigation, he decided to drive away the Holy Grail.

The investment of the Presbyterian Church was a surprise.

Having said that, he was starting to get bored, being in the same room with a being he hated was unpleasant enough, let alone communicating.

"Okay, if there are no other problems, you can find a way to escape while I have to work now, and the next time we meet will not be so peaceful."

After speaking, Creighton glanced over his shoulder to make sure that no one in the corridor noticed their exchange.

When he turned around, he saw the nurse showing a strange smile: "Are you sure you want to be on the loser's side? Let me give you a suggestion. You don't have to do anything for two months. By next year, you will give up these stupid things yourself." With the idea, take the initiative to apply to join our Holy Grail Society."

Creighton was surprised by her persistence—not by her conclusions, but by something else.

"I killed your son, don't you know?"

"He is just a human being, and the possibility of becoming a darkborn is too small. If you don't rely on my lord's mercy, even if you use the blood of desire to catalyze success, you will be weaker than a normal darkborn. But you are different, you have the possibility of becoming a priest Sex, it’s just that I’m not used to my identity for the time being. You still have salvation.”

The spider whispered close to Clayton, the superior tone as if he had only grasped the truth and the reason against common sense made Clayton feel uncomfortable again.

She was like that, and so was Grogne.

He began to suspect that their blood would deprive them of the closeness of blood, and he could not help worrying about himself.

"What you said is very good, but you should persuade the elders of the Presbyterian Church more than me."

Athena smiled indifferently, took a few steps closer and hugged Clayton's shoulder affectionately, her transparent but dark pupils looked up at his face from bottom to top, and her eyes could even be called loving.

"Okay, whatever you choose is up to you, werewolf, I still have something to do this time, see you next time, and you will know why."

The nurse blinked at the werewolf, then withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and took a step back.

Her face was instantly covered with a layer of blush, as if she didn't understand what she had just done, so she regretted her rashness.

The calculating soul disappeared, and what was left was a young girl.

Seeing Clayton's deep eyes staring at her, she asked timidly:
"Sorry sir, what's the matter?"

Clayton sighed, Athena disappeared too quickly for him to get out of the state.

"It's alright, let's go."

He sideways to make way for the nurse.Her footsteps were hasty and she left in a panic.

After this, he waited for another half an hour, and the military's examination of the body was finally over.

Fasslag came out of the operating room with the doctor, and he also looked relieved. There is nothing to say about it. Most people don't like to watch autopsies, let alone watch them for an hour.

The military doctor took off his gloves and announced to the people who stood up from the bench: "There is only one fatal injury, which is a puncture in the heart. Anyone with a gun can cause such an injury. It's nothing special."

Fasslag waved his hands and stood at the door to drive them away.

"Okay, it's nothing special, you guys got the result, don't hurry up."

Achill's beard trembled, he stood up with a suitcase, and said to the officer, "I'm still going in."

Although his voice was low, he was firm.

Fasslag seemed to be insulted, narrowed his eyes, put down his hands, and immediately asked him politely: "What are you going in for?"

"I'm going to do another autopsy." The old man said almost threateningly: "This is the most basic agreement, if you don't even agree to this, someone will speak in front of your chief and reconsider your future in the army. And that person won't be me."

Fasslag turned his head to look at the military doctor, and when he turned back, his attitude softened a little.

"Fine, it's up to you, I'll stop you anyway. It's just for no reason to tell people I'm wrong"

He took the military doctor and walked away cursing, while the sheriffs and church people poured into the empty operating room.

The corpse of Second Lieutenant Charles was still lying on the dissecting table. The chest and abdomen were completely cut open, and the ribs were spread out, like two extra long square wings. The cavity was empty, and the colorful internal organs were neatly taken out and placed aside .

Achill didn't open his work box right away, but threw himself on the corpse for a quick inspection.

He didn't wear gloves, but fiddled with the corpse with his bare hands.

His conclusion was drawn very quickly—in less than ten seconds, the professional autopsy officer's face changed drastically, and he raised his finger to the door and shouted: "Bring them back, they dug up the meat!"

Almost instantly, without explaining who "they" were, everyone understood what he meant.

Clayton immediately rushed out following the scent, followed by Marie Etta, and then Florentine in white.

Green was eager to try the door, but seeing the unarmed old man, he stayed.

"Look at our chief, how much he likes to be a hero by himself, but we still have to finish it." Julius shook his head and sighed at Barbara who was biting his finger, but finally pulled out a decoration from his waist With a short black staff surrounded by fine gemstones, he rushed into the corridor leading the dazed vampire.

Amidst the obscure sound of incantations, the hospital defenders, who were excited by the conditioned reflexes of the people in front of them, were hit by an invisible impact behind them. And the patient blocked the way.

Only a few were far enough to catch up.

"What should I do?" Housewife Barbara asked as if her presence was no longer needed.

Julius tilted his head to think for a while, and told her the most affordable way: "You can steal some blood transfusion bags and stock up on them."

(End of this chapter)