The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 61 Participating in Politics
Elder Daisy's logic is impeccable, but there's not much more to do about it either.

Clayton has been eating a lot and exercising his torso since he first turned into a werewolf. With his extreme strength, he can crush a one-inch-thick solid wood board and lift tons of heavy objects smoothly. It takes 20 seconds for the first transformation , now can complete the transformation within seven seconds, it can be said that he did not work hard.

But regarding Xuan and Xuan's special abilities, he had no clue, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being and refer to the information provided by Athena Berruger.

"The priest of the Holy Grail Society claims that in just two months, he will be able to gain the upper hand next year and drive the Presbyterian Church out of office."

He didn't say "we". What the Presbyterian Church has revealed to him is still an empty shell. Most of the people who make up and maintain these strongholds are ordinary people. There are very few superhumans who are experienced and willing to guide newborns.Only the two elders and the ghosts impressed him. This is obviously not a strong cohesive group in the local area.

Naturally, a werewolf could not have any sense of belonging to such a group.

"By next year, Grogne's guess will be correct." The big elder with a silver cropped cut said to himself.

"What did he say?"

The elder looked at Clayton: "Don't you understand the mayoral election? If you want to gain an advantage all of a sudden, it must be a party that can fundamentally ban our power. It is very likely that the tactics of the Holy Grail will be supported by them. Candidates for the mayor's seat. Well——" At this point, he pondered again.

The mayor has a lot of power, but not so big that he can reject the Council of Elders at will, especially since they are still an important capital injection of Sasha City, and the current mayor is quite friendly to them.

What's more, if you want to issue orders, the main execution part depends on the parish council.

The Presbyterian Church has its own bribed officers in each parish. Even if a new mayor takes office, the influence it can have on the Presbyterian Church is limited.

Clayton is also aware of this: "The mayor is not everything."

"That's true." Daiss picked up the cup again, then found that there was not much left in it, put it down angrily, and mentioned a new thing: "But Grogne thinks that a mayor who is biased towards us should be able to handle this incident , So he arranged for Philip Pulitzer to also run for mayor, probably the day after tomorrow, the news will be published in the newspapers, and we will also do publicity in the streets, remember to vote for him at the end of the year."

He subconsciously used a commanding tone, and Clayton didn't object to it.

He also had various problems during the time after he left the army, but the antique dealer was in the service industry, which gave him a changed environment.

Clayton asked Elder Deiss: "I remember that every mayoral candidate has different political opinions. What direction have you set for him? Too common ideas can't attract the people."

Candidates for mayor express their own unique policy opinions, promise benefits after changes, and usually use speeches to attract people to win votes. After being elected mayor, they implement policy plans and fulfill their promises. Although the boss failed to go according to his own plan, he could still change the status quo to some extent.

Clayton was still a little curious about the political purpose of the Presbyterian Church.

What plans do these darkspawn have.

"We want to build a cultural city." Said the old man with arms thicker than Clayton's thigh.

Wordless embarrassment set in and lasted for a while.

Elder Dais noticed Creighton's thoughts, his half-bald eyebrows furrowed, and his upper body leaned towards Creighton with a sense of oppression:

"Do you think we can't do it?"

"It's not like that. I think Sasha City is already a cultural city." Clayton seriously refuted him: "Muguang Cathedral and Sain University are the crystallization of wisdom in this city and have unique cultural values, but This strength can no longer be improved. We do not have more resources to build new cultural wealth. The main problem is not the amount of money, but time. Five years is not enough, we have not yet”

The old man restrained his momentum and leaned back: "You think too much."

Creighton stopped and listened to him.

"Our purpose is actually to invest in various public schools and church schools to improve the literacy rate of civilians."

"With all due respect, there is not a shortage of literacy jobs in this city."

"That's right, the city is too big and too difficult to control."

Elder Daisy's words reminded Clayton of the déjà vu that Grogne left to talk to him in the office for the first time. The old man had some special foresight. Although it was biased, it was exactly what he wanted.But this statement still made him unable to understand.

"Young people have learned knowledge, but there is no place for them in Sasha City, so they can only do physical work. But it is more cost-effective to go to other cities to make a living with their literacy skills. And without a large number of young labor force, no one is willing to work in the city. Setting up a factory here will pollute the environment here, after all, it is impossible to set up a factory and recruit workers from other places.”

Daisy made a digital gesture: "It is ideal for us to reduce the urban population to less than 40, and it is more convenient to manage."

"What about the future of the city?" Clayton was angry.

Even for a Presbyterian church, the idea is too far-fetched, and no city can survive the loss of a large youth workforce.

"It's supported by tourism and real estate."

"Travel? Real estate?" Clayton felt that Elder Daisy's ideas were even more bizarre than the Holy Grail: "How could this city be supported by these?"

Although Elder Dai Si also has a military temperament, he said clearly when talking about business planning: "Of course it is possible. There are more and more rich people now. Apart from working, they don't like to stay in places where the air pollution is severe and the roads are narrow. In a cramped big city. It is a popular way among rich people to buy houses in different townships and go out for vacation in their free time. If we can provide entertainment services that are not inferior to those in big cities, and the environment is as good as the countryside, you say they Will you choose to spend money here?"

Clayton still couldn't believe it.

Seeing his expression, the old man frowned, feeling that it is necessary for members to understand this concept:
"I heard that you are also in business. Will you want to travel when you have money?"

Clayton was a country guy who didn't want to move once he was rooted, so he shook his head.

Daisy put it another way: "Then if there is something you want somewhere, but you can't take it away, would you want to go and see it?"

The question reminded Clayton of his time in the colonial army, and he sighed and shook his head contritely.

"A prestigious troupe is touring in China, but the route does not pass through your city. Would you like to leave the city temporarily to watch the performance?"

Clayton didn't like watching the show that much, so he shook his head again.

"There are rare collections of books on display in other cities, would you like to go and have a look?"

Daisy was almost persuading him.

It was tempting, but Clayton shook his head because he thought the value of knowledge was not in the packaging, he could buy plain copies.

"An important new invention appears in a certain city, but it cannot be popularized in other cities in a short time. Would you like to witness history?"

Clayton thought about it, and finally shook his head.

This series of questions all got negative results, Elder Dais stared at him for a few seconds, and then swears in disbelief: "Fuck, where did Grogne find you such a young old thing?" ?! Without curiosity and desire for enjoyment, what kind of fuck are you? A werewolf ascetic?"

He used "fuck" twice in a row, and Clayton felt that this evaluation was very biased and tried to defend himself.

"Maybe I'm not rich enough, so I can't imagine my life after being rich."

"It must be like this." Elder Dais vowed: "If everyone was like you, our Presbyterian Church would have closed down long ago."

Clayton couldn't bear the humiliation: "Let's talk about the Holy Grail."

The old man snorted coldly, and was very dissatisfied with his evasion: "We have been dealing with them recently. To be precise, only your actions have not achieved the intended purpose."

The Presbyterian Church has only signed a non-obstruction agreement with three special envoys, and other members of the Holy Grail Society do not need to worry about entering Sasha City.

"But it's not unreasonable for the spider to be alive all the time. In this case, you can go to the church and ask about it, as well as Saion University. The mages there are quite good. You can ask who is interested in capturing a parasitic demon."

"What I want to say is not. Wait, Saen University, they still have mages?" Clayton realized something was wrong after speaking halfway. The other party was talking about the famous university.

"Don't make a fuss, many scientists in this world are mages, but the level is uneven."

"Then what I mean by them is that there are no superhumans in the meeting? Elder Grogne said before that there are 300 people in the meeting. They should have their own abilities, and I just need some indirect help." Layton tried to get the conversation back on track.

"Most of the old members work in the colonies, and those in Sasha City can't leave their posts. They have more important things to do."

Clayton couldn't take it anymore, even if it was his own decision to kill Athena, he also hoped that the Council of Elders would be more sincere:
"Then what are you elders doing?"

This is really strange, the middle-level cadres of the entire Presbyterian Church are almost invisible, and the people who work in the stronghold are basically ordinary humans. The main dark descendants go overseas to work, but the four elders are all in Sasha City.

This kind of organizational structure is very unreasonable in his opinion as a former military officer, and he has not even found the person responsible for the violence.

There is almost nothing in between the top and bottom floors of the Presbyterian Church.

Elder Daisy was surprised by his anger: "We are all very old, and it is normal not to go to work."

Clayton leaned back limply, for a perfect reason.

(End of this chapter)