The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 62 New Clues

Elder Daisy has knight training experience in him, and he may have been a famous figure when he was young, but Clayton has no interest in getting to know him anymore.

When talking about politics with the elders of the Presbyterian Church, he always felt that he was one step behind.

He is still used to doing what he can do now, instead of looking at the future where opportunities and accidents are equally unpredictable.

Clayton fears change.

"Okay, I understand you, and I know you won't help anymore. I'll kill Athena alone. But let me think about voting, it's too risky."

Elder Daisy pressed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the double-style sofa as if sitting on a throne, and at the same time let out a sneer at the conservatives.

Clayton didn't care about his attitude, just picked up his hat, put it on, and then went out with his gun.

"Since you are a Darkborn, don't think of yourself as a human anymore."

He heard Elder Dais talking behind him: "Not everyone is qualified to keep the old ways."

"I remember."

Clayton responded politely and closed the door of the waiting room.

Next, he plans to go to the Broken Wing Angel Club.

Marie Etta found his gun, and the staff of the Winged Angels Club were both the Spider Priest's subordinates and Marie's acquaintances, so it was clear where she got it.

Those who served Moore that night at the ruins of Notre-Dame were the dancing girls.

"Suspend business"

A familiar sign hangs over the door of the strip club.

The reason why it is said to be familiar is because there is also one in front of the rusted silver coin shop, and even the font on the wooden sign is exactly the same.

Clayton was not surprised. Since Mary contacted the dancers in the club, and their willingness to work for the Holy Grail was not so strong, it was a natural result to temporarily abandon this place to prevent being found by Athena.

They deserted Moore,
Athena may not like Moore, but she certainly doesn't like humans even more.

So fleeing here is a wise choice.

But Clayton didn't want to contact them through Mary right away.

They are still not credible, he has to investigate the situation here before asking, so as not to hide it from the other party.

In the alley not far from the entrance, there are two girls standing on the street, facing each other in the darkness of the evening, leaning against the wall and lighting cigarettes, looking sideways at the street outside the alley,

Obviously, this perspective cannot grasp the situation of the club, so Clayton judged that it was just a coincidence that they were standing here.

He approached from behind to find the last one. She was a little surprised when she saw Clayton and sold herself to him, but when she knew he was looking for the dancers in the club, she cursed in a low voice and answered a few of his questions. After seeing the tip, he smiled again.

Clayton's eloquence is not very good, so he always tends to spend money to solve problems.

From the girl on the street, he knew that this club was closed recently (although it can be inferred), and some regular customers came here last night, and they also knew about this, and then came here to try their luck, see See if I can make some money from men in need.

But so far, she had only seen Creighton alone, and it might be too early.

Clayton returned to the club door and tore open the sign casually, but the iron gate behind was still locked.With both hands, he grasped the iron railing that was as thick as the baby's little finger and exerted force in the opposite direction. The iron bar opened a gap enough for him to put his hand in amidst the creaking sound.

He reached in, pulled the latch, opened the door and entered.

Walking through the stairs and short corridors, and untiing the curtains, there is a dark theater seat and stage behind, with no light at all.

Clayton took out a box of matches from his pocket and lit them, which he had taken in the waiting room of the Pulitzer House.

A faint flame lit up, and he found the position of the candle holder on the wall here, passed through the gaps between the seat arrangements, and clicked on it one by one.

The white candles here seem to be used very frequently, and the new wax mud that has not fallen ash is covered on the ground, probably because this venue will be used after the performance.

Clayton walked onto the stage, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the huge space.

The wooden plank under his feet made a groaning sound due to the pressure, as if it might split at any moment.

And at the same time, the behavior of facing the empty auditorium also put pressure on Creighton.

It's not that he has discovered something now, but he has been afraid of standing in such a place where people watch, since he was a child. The stage is like an anatomy table in a medical school classroom to him.

Because he is sure that no one likes to hear him talk, and everything out of the ordinary seems to be plotting against him.

Of course, there is nothing in the auditorium, so he can rest assured now.

Clayton looked up at the pitch-black set lamps and light fixtures above his head, and then drew the dark curtains on both sides, trying to find any connection with spiritual hints in the darkness inside.

He found nothing, and he also felt that it stinks here.

It wasn't a human stink, but the fur of a live animal, or several different animals.

This may have something to do with the Darkborn.

Clayton lit another match and walked to the back of the stage. The temperature became more intense as it got closer to the inside.

In addition to the animal smell, there was also the smell of blood, pus and excrement, which made him very careful.

There are only four simple rooms in the backstage. The first room is used as a warehouse for masks and costumes used in performances.Clayton found a candlestick that he could hold in his hand, and lit it to illuminate himself.

In the opposite room were several unemptied bedpans and two large basins of water, or possibly water.

Clayton ignores the potty and moves closer to the water.

Some turbid liquid has been mixed inside, and the smell of blood and pus is coming from inside.

He reached out his hand to fish it out, and found some shiny scales.

"Are they killing fish here?"

Clayton made a guess, but the guess was quickly overturned.

His second attempt yielded some softened minced meat and bits of human skin, but very little.

"It seems that they are not so happy."

Clayton felt that he probably understood the situation of the dancers here, and some of them must be turning into dark blood.

The transformation of humans into darkin has not always been peaceful.

Clayton himself almost tore off more than half of his skin when he first turned into a werewolf. He was afraid to go out during the day and didn't recover until after eating, which caused his current colonial weathered bronze skin to fade. Seriously, it's no different from a young man who doesn't know much about the world.

However, there are still a little more non-human smells here, almost ten, and there are no traces of fighting.

Even with the blessing of the Dark Moon, the rate of people here mutating into Darkin is too high. The Presbyterian Council searched all over the city, but they could only gather [-] newborns who could communicate, and here accounted for one-sixth.

He immediately remembered the "Blood of Desire" ritual.

If it is that kind of blasphemy spell, it can indeed increase the number of "dark descendants" in one go.

Clayton is unwilling to admit that they are dark descendants. As far as the people he has come into contact with who have received the blood of desire, it is more appropriate to call them "patients".

As long as one accepts the blood of desire, one's lifespan will either be attenuated or one's intelligence will not be fully developed, which is equivalent to an acquired terminal illness.

But if everyone here has been transformed, how can they hide themselves from the audience?

Clayton still remembered the information provided by Bruno's dwarf assistant, Saunders. Although most of the returning customers were suspected of being hypnotized, there were still people who didn't know who would suddenly buy tickets here.

Facing these people, what should dancers do?
He casts his gaze to the unexplored dressing room in the back.

(End of this chapter)