The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 69
Clara was a kind kid—aside from the fact that she had tried to kill Creighton.

After killing Moore, Clayton had a serious chat with her about Joe Marney.

This always-lucky fool was sent to the old mansion in St. Alvin's Parish after he was born, and his parents could never live with him because of work problems.

And Clara, as the executor responsible for the punishment in the contract they signed with the Holy Grail Society, it can be said that she took care of Joe longer than his parents.

The contract trap used by the Holy Grail causes Joe to die whenever he sees Clara, but Clara chooses to hide herself from Joe, which Creighton believes is due to her instinctive kindness.

In the contract between the Holy Grail Society and the Mani family, there is also a demon as an arbitrator, which is the mediator in Moore's mouth.

Clara has been breaking the contract, so she has been punished.

No matter how much she ate and drank, she would continue to feel hunger and thirst, unable to be satisfied at all, just like a sinner punished by God in the holy scriptures.

Of course, she couldn't figure it out herself. This was entirely the result of Clayton's speculation after asking.

Believers' outlook on life and death is quite different from that of the secular world. Religion tells people that death is not a complete pain.And Clara was tortured enough to want to send Joe Marney to heaven after four years of confinement, which is really excusable.

"If we find your mother, is there anything you'd like to say to her?"

Clayton asked Clara with mixed feelings. He didn't know if the current Clara would return to the Holy Grail Society. Educational experiences still account for the majority of Clara's available memories.

Clara made a thoughtful attitude: "Clara thinks about Creighton before leaving."

"I've always lived here." Clayton reassured her (but lowly), then turned to Julius.

The young wizard was muttering something over the crystal pendant, and chewing with a handful of tobacco from one of the many pockets on his coat.

I also didn't see him using tools, and the tobacco was burning in his mouth.

He chewed a few times and then exhaled a puff of smoke at the crystal pendant. The clear crystals contained all the smoke like suction, and the gray impurities formed lines, swimming quickly in the polyhedron.

Julius placed the crystal on the table and concentrated on observing the direction in which the lines traveled.

"Where is she?"

"Don't worry," Julius told Clayton, his eyes fixed on the crystal. "Do you have a map here? Get it here."

Clayton opened the drawer and took out the sheriff's handbook issued by the Chief Sheriff's Department.

In order to guide the novice sheriff to patrol, there is a more detailed map of Sasha City.

Julius took the manual and spread it out on the table, then lifted the pendant to hang above the map, and the gray line in the crystal moved again.

Needless to say, Clayton also guessed how the crystal should look.

He looked down in the direction the gray line was approaching, and got the worst answer.

"She's downtown."

In the city center, private security and armed detectives are horrendous, perhaps no more powerful than the Santa Los Parish garrison, but more dangerous.

It is a wealthy area, many people have gun licenses, and the threat to passers-by is much higher than in other parishes.

There, any direct violence may be met with excess hostile force.

This means that Clayton not only has to find the specific location of Athena in the place where private armed forces gather, but also kills her without anyone being aware of it.

He needs to think about the plan.

After the divination results came out, Julius swallowed the tobacco, quickly put away the crystal pendant and stood up.

"The next thing is your own business. I don't have time to play hide and seek with you."

Clayton looked up at him, then shook his head earnestly: "Your father may not think so. He said that you should listen to me during this time, just like Florentine and Barbara."

Julius's hand froze, and then he put it into his pocket as if to cover up.

"What did you tell him?" He didn't intend to question the authenticity of the matter, because such a decision was indeed in line with his father's ideas.

"I didn't say anything, it's just that he needs me temporarily."

Julius snorted: "Anyway, that's your business, I don't need him to arrange it."

"So do you have a job now?"

Clayton saw the young man's expression and knew that he was gone.

He was kicked out of the Presbyterian Church because of his reckless behavior, and he doesn't usually work.No wonder Grogne stuffed him into himself.

If people have nothing to do, they will fall.

"If not, then I'll just hire you during this time, how about a weekly salary of 4 pounds?"

"I'm a wizard." Julius emphasized his identity.

"Of course, but the salary has nothing to do with your status. If you are willing to work harder, you can get more." But Clayton didn't think Julius would be willing to work hard, he was too proud.

"What if I could?" Julius asked.

Clayton did not immediately give a clear answer: "I need to see and evaluate."

While they were talking, there was a knock on the door of the study.

Clayton put Clara in the fish tank, covered it with a cloth, and went to open the door for Bruno.

The detective was rolling up his sleeves, holding the photo development materials provided by Clayton in his wet arms, shaking non-stop: "Is there any room in your house that is not used? I need a dark room."

He glanced past Clayton and into the study.

Clayton pretended not to see him: "I suggest you take the photo home, since you don't need it in your bedroom anyway."

"That's impossible, it's our office's conference room now." Bruno rubbed his hands, he really didn't want to touch the cold water anymore: "I'll just borrow a room."

Clayton shrugged, had to go out, led him to clean the room, and seeing them go out, Julius sat down naturally, flipped through the classics in the study, and reviewed the literary quality of the new boss.

After leaving the study, the werewolf was surprised by Bruno's situation: "Your business has improved recently? You can still hold meetings with employees?"

What he wanted to question was actually that Bruno's temporary workers had plans to run detective assistants for a long time.

Most of Bruno's assistants are veterans, and they are the kind of soldiers who are not very high in rank and level, but are retired because of disabilities. Because of their injuries, they have a lot of demand for alcohol and tranquilizers, and they often have to work several jobs at the same time In order to support themselves, the private handicraft industry accounts for the majority, which is also the normal state of the residents of Sasha City.

Temporary workers have different schedules, and it is rare to be able to get together for a meeting.

Bruno vacated a room as a meeting room, which meant that his office had finally gathered a group of regular workers.

This is an unusual thing.

Although they are friends, Clayton has always believed that Bruno's firm has no future at all, because Gein's firm is full of people who can't save money from the boss to the employees.

"Thanks to my smart brain, it's been really good lately." Bruno put the photo under his arm, with a rather smug expression on his face: "But these progress also depend on unpredictable gifts from God, you know, sometimes a rich man A big customer is more important than years of hard work by an individual."

Clayton understood him immediately.

Because antique dealers also exist in a similar way.

"In such the worst of times, I found the boat of asylum ahead of time. It can be said that I was unlucky." The detective sighed in the corridor.

Because I have been hearing the saying of "the return of the dark moon" all the time recently, the werewolf immediately became alert and froze in his footsteps:
"Worst of times? What do you know?"

"Well, it's just my habitual exaggeration. You know that I don't have any hobbies. I just like watching dramas."

Bruno followed Clayton into the room he borrowed, which was empty, dusty and lacking in cleaning.On the walls are some works that Clayton received from the students of the Academy of Fine Arts of Sien University at a low price. The meaning of their existence is not to let Clayton enjoy aesthetics, but to wait for the status of the author to rise in the dust. Resell them.

Clayton took a picture from each of the two opposing walls and wrapped wire around the nails to connect them to make a proposed hanging air rack.

Detectives are also busy preparing developer.

"You should know the Hooker Detective Agency?" He finally couldn't help sharing his experience.

Clayton was surprised when he heard this familiar name: "Of course, they are so famous, I think ordinary people have heard of their fame."

But it's not a good name.

Clayton knew a little more than the average person about the Hooker Detective Agency.

For example, he knew that the founder of this firm was once a Towton knight, and later joined the Blackshirts.

This first detective firm inherited the rich experience of fighting in the mercenary corps. It was ruthless, and learned the business model of multinational companies, chained in multiple places, and shared customer files.Once established, all the adventurer guilds with backward domestic systems and only serving local businesses were wiped out.

It is precisely because of this firm that the group of people who do everything no longer call themselves "adventurers" but "detectives".

"Recently, my friend who works as a clerk in the government department saw their people. They are negotiating the purchase of land." Bruno said: "They seem to plan to set up a training camp for armed detectives here. This is the first time I have heard of them. It’s just like the military.”

"In Sasha City?" Clayton subconsciously asked.

The city is mostly peaceful and there is little commercial competition.

In the wealthy district, comparing the living atmosphere to stagnant water is a compliment to stagnant water. Those mercenaries who came here are really overqualified.

"The first-class detective agency is here, and other agencies will be in trouble." Bruno sighed, but the sadness was not too strong, because he was able to get away: "The business that can fall on them in the future is estimated to be Hooker’s Detective Agency picks up the rest and doesn’t have much profit, and most of the small private firms close down due to lack of clients, so I say this is the worst of times.”

(End of this chapter)