The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 6 Tritis' Reply
Clayton, however, was less composed than Joe thought.

No one knows how many people will come to the Holy Grail. He is no better than when he was in the army, and there is information support from the intelligence department behind him.

"But there are some things I can't do, and you need to do them."

Joha said, "Come on, Lieutenant, the Holy Grail is looking for me now, and you put me back on the front line. Why don't you find a detective? They do it for money."

Detective is a new industry. The label of these people in the public impression is "do anything". Many of the practitioners are veterans and have no other skills, but lurking and investigation are their forte.

"I'll hire detectives to monitor their stronghold in the Broken Wing Angel, but you also have work to do." Clayton handed him his revolver: "Tell me about the Holy Grail."

Joe Mani was holding the gun, flipping it curiously. Although he was a veteran, he hadn’t actually used the gun a few times. He played with it for a while before speaking:
"They, it's not an exaggeration to say they are cults. The first time I preached to residents in Oak Town, east of Taunton, they also believed in Heavenly Father Carola, but they said things that deviated from common sense, basically in line with the scriptures. It doesn't matter."

"For example?" Clayton asked with interest.

Joe shrugged. "They say night is nobler than day."

He felt that he didn't need to say more, even a non-religious person knew which was more important, day or night - without the sun, even crops would not grow.

"It sounds like they should call themselves the Black Sect."

"Who says no, but they prefer the name of the Holy Grail." Recalling the pleasant experience in Oak Town, Joe replied frivolously: "By the way, lieutenant, do you know the Holy Grail?"

"I know."

Although the Bello family is a Mansis immigrant, many generations have passed by now. Even if Clayton does not believe in the White Sect, he has a certain understanding of the teachings of the White Sect because of what he has heard and seen.

In the mythology of the White Cult, the heavenly father Corolla created all animals and plants in a white light, but they were completely ignorant and unable to grow.Therefore, the heavenly father bestowed his own blood, and made all living beings drink it up, so that all living beings became sane. Although the plants still had no ability to think, they also remembered the grace of the heavenly father and would instinctively grow toward the sun.

In this story, the holy grail is the container used by the heavenly father to hold the blood of God, so the meaning of the holy grail is interpreted as the source of wisdom.

Clayton recalled the words of the believers he met before: "The Holy Grail is the origin of human nature. Wisdom is transmitted from the blood of the gods to all living beings, so we have spirits."

"That's it," Joe became excited, "but the Holy Grail Society advocates heretical theories. They think that the Heavenly Father not only bestows us with wisdom, but also instills us with ugly desires. They even say that those desires that lead people to sin It is the true blessing of the Heavenly Father, everyone should be in awe of power, because of the awe of power, we can distinguish the difference, otherwise we are beasts that cannot restrain their desires."

He didn't believe in religion at first, but in the past few days, he probably read a lot of scriptures in order to sneak into the church and do volunteer work, and he began to care about things that were not of interest to him.

Hearing this, Clayton thought of a famous philosophical debate in the last century, and he commented:
"Sounds like the rhetoric of ultra-liberals and progressives, which they always do. If there's a little good in a brutal fight, they're comfortable with the disgust."

Joe only went to high school, so he doesn't know much about it, but he has a good habit of seeking truth from facts: "I don't understand this, but there is no doubt about their atrocities. They killed the religious people and wanted to expel them. The sheriff tried to seal off the entire town, if it wasn't for the border and our heroic defenders at the outpost, I might die there too."

He said with lingering fear: "It's a pity that I can't bring other people back across the border, and the soldiers can't make it through either, but those good soldiers promised that I would contact the outpost in Taunton to rescue those townspeople."

Clayton agreed with his behavior: "You have done a good deed. Although there is no medal, this is a truly noble spirit."

He praised it a lot, but unfortunately this kind of praise is a bit outdated, Joe rubbed his head and showed an embarrassed smile.

"So during that experience, you didn't see some unusual forces at work?"

Joe hesitated. He glanced at Clayton to make sure that the other person's face was not joking: "They claim to have such power, but I have never seen it."

"So how did they catch up with you then?" Clayton asked.

If the guards at the border blocked the way of the Holy Grail Society, then Joe Mani would also be out of their sight in the process. As long as he got on the train with a time difference, there would be no reason to be chased after that, and the extraordinary sense of smell was not good. use.

Joe admitted defeat frankly: "That's a good question, and I don't know either."

Clayton suddenly understood something.

"And what am I going to do next?" Joe pressed.

"No, you don't have to do anything, as long as it's the same as usual." Clayton pointed to the top of his head: "But be careful in the sky."

"You mean they can train tracking birds?" Joe tried to guess in the direction of common sense.

"maybe."

Clayton glanced out the window of the carriage, then turned his head again: "By the way, where do you live recently?"

"It's near the chapel," said Joe. "214 Mercy Street."

Joe Marney didn't know much, but Clayton was sure he already knew how to find the enemy's traces.

Although it was known before that the Holy Grail would have a stronghold like the Angel with Broken Wings, the ability to control the mind made it very difficult to attack from the front. This kind of power can even pull out an army if necessary, and the more it is dragged, the more difficult it is to deal with .

The really important clues come from the other party's surveillance methods.

Joe Mani is the key target of the Holy Grail Society, and his monitors will definitely not be ordinary people who receive spiritual hypnosis, but official members of the Holy Grail Society.

Once he was caught, Clayton Bello was confident that he would spit out the location of others - if he was still alive.

He rode home in the carriage, and took down from the white walls of the study a huge breech-loading rifle.

It has a thick black metal barrel, a noble mahogany stock, and gorgeous gold-plated patterns all over the body from front to back. Its full length is about the same height as Clayton, and it stands on the ground at the same level as his eyebrows.

This is the latest gunpowder weapon, called the "Conqueror", and was a royal gift with the Loren War Medal of Honor.

There are rifling in the barrel, the effective range is up to 400 meters, and a limb can be broken with one shot.

In the later period of the Loren War, some special soldiers called "Jungers" appeared on the battlefield. They held such weapons and carried out the task of killing cavalry and officers at a long distance.

Such arms appeared on both sides of the two countries at war, but not many.

For fear that the colonies would rebel if they had good weapons, the powerful countries reached a consensus—the troops stationed in the colonies could only use old flintlock weapons to avoid falling into the hands of the locals.

Clayton is one of the members who has been using old weapons, but after retiring from the army, he has specially practiced new weapons.

As a cavalryman with more melee battles, his shooting level is of course not as good as that of an elite hunter, but he can still easily hit a stationary humanoid target within 200 meters.

And tomorrow night, he was going to go hunting with this gun.

It seemed that he was influenced by the werewolf blood, and when he thought of hunting, his heart surged.

dong dong.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the living room door.

Clayton, who was thinking about how to kill someone, changed his expression and turned his head suddenly, his heart beating faster in his chest.

"Mr. Bello, there is your mail."

It was the landlady who was talking.

Clayton heaved a sigh of relief, placed the Conqueror rifle horizontally on the desk, and walked to the living room to open the door.

The post office will now also work at night, which is a boon for those waiting for their letters.

As an antique dealer, he always asks people to help him search for antiques. He has several partners and regular customers.Therefore, the frequency of consignment letters is much more frequent than others.

But this time the letter has nothing to do with business.

He took the paper bag from the landlady's hand, and the sender's information on the surface of the bag was impressively filled with "Tritis Bello".

This person finally replied, which should be the news he most wanted to know.

But thinking about Tritis' past performance, Clayton's gratitude was diluted again.

In addition to their poor personal relationship, he sent greeting cards to his dear niece Donna Bello every year on important holidays, but never received the same greeting card, and it was apparently this woman who prevented Donna from doing so.

Two blood relatives are prevented from meeting, even greeting cards are not allowed.

This woman did whatever she wanted just because she was Donna's mother, it was really abominable.

Taking the mailing bag into the study room, he opened the seal with a paper knife, and the contents inside were a piece of letter paper and an old book.

Clayton didn't read the book first, but unfolded the letter paper first.

Different from the full letter he sent last time, the content of this letter only took up a small half of the letter paper, so you don't need to read carefully to know that Tritis didn't answer every question.

There was still a pungent chemical smell on the letter paper. I don't know what kind of environment Tritis Bello wrote this letter.

Clayton suppressed the discomfort in his nose and began to read——

"To Unflattering Creighton"

"Your question made me laugh. The Fifth Division of Towton, which once fought against your Torrent Guard, has a large number of superhumans, and their "cavalry" (crossed out). The knights all have the inheritance of the ancient knights, really It’s a pity that you haven’t reacted yet after fighting them.”

Clayton thought about it for a moment, suddenly a little shocked.

Dorne's cavalry has never been the strongest in all countries, but Taunton's cavalry is.

When he saw those cavalry dressed as ancient knights and wielding long swords on the battlefield, he thought it was the trend of Taunton. After all, it was a country that was very traditional, and its nickname was "The Country of Knights".

Now, after being reminded by Tritis, he realized that it was not something ordinary manpower could do to put on the thick armor that could withstand ordinary musket fire.

Because he had dealt with it too many times, he subconsciously felt that it was not a rare thing, so he ignored it instead.

　The previous chapters I wrote didn’t feel right, so I changed them
　　
　
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