The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 71
"If there is nothing else, I will rest."

Grogne Gaminien squinted her eyes, her voice was much slower than in the daytime, and the embarrassment unique to the elderly appeared on her body.

Seeing the Elder's weak appearance, Clayton wanted to test it for no reason, but then more rationality emerged to put an end to this arrogant idea.He turned to something else:

"I told you the location of the Holy Grail Society's holy object, but the reward you promised has not been given to me yet."

Grogne sighed wearily: "Just ask Julius to tell me about this kind of trivial matter next time."

"No." Clayton said politely, "I'm not here to ask for money, I'm hoping to exchange the six thousand pounds for a chance to learn magic."

Grogne stopped talking, but the way he looked at him changed.

"Do you know what it costs to learn magic?"

"Aren't 20 elephants enough?" Clayton asked.

"Elephant" is a proper term, because in international trade, a trained elephant is worth exactly 300 pounds, and people use this animal to refer to the amount.

Although he didn't know how much it cost to learn magic, in those legendary deeds, there were a lot of poor but powerful wandering wizards.

"The price I'm talking about is not money, but energy." Grogne looked at the werewolf, his eyes turned into a way of scrutiny.

"Your physical strength is very strong, and the sign of the moon at the time of birth should be a full moon, but because there was no sign of the dark moon returning at that time, your natal star is actually Changyue, which is more inclined to the school of the flesh body. The advantage is that it is not easy to be controlled by the spirit. , but inspiration is relatively rigid, and magic is a technology that needs to use inspiration and elements to communicate. Let's put it this way, unless you are willing to change your lifestyle from now on, and use long-term closeness to nature or drink potions to improve inspiration, otherwise No matter how hard you try, you can only stop at the apprentice level."

His tone was sincere and earnest, and Clayton had heard it from different people, so he wasn't upset.

He is a pragmatist, he uses whatever is useful, and skips what is not available.

"Then I want to know how to deal with magical enemies."

"No one can guarantee that they can deal with all magic." Grogne paused, and then said: "Unless you can master miracles, that is the power that believers can master, but it is not limited to humans. The power of miracles comes from life itself. Better at recovering and resisting external forces than attacking. And all miracles are inherited from the ancient saints. That is, the pioneers of the Baijiao, but the saints are not only the ones in the holy scriptures, but also some powerful ones The name is lost in history."

The old man's voice sank: "If you want to learn about miracles, you must first have a sense of awe, whether the object is a person, a phenomenon, or something that no longer exists in the world. And you need to be pure in your heart, that's the only way. Only by combining the power of heart, spirit and flesh can we achieve the Holy Trinity."

In awe, Clayton thought he qualified.

Since joining the army, he has been in awe of cannons and armed airships, and in recent years he has been doing nothing but work, and his heart cannot be purer:

"I guess a miracle would be nice."

"But I won't release miracles." Grogne suddenly raised her voice and said coldly. "If you want to learn miracles, you can only learn from people in the church."

Then you still say so much. Clayton couldn't help but slander.

He had no choice but to give in, and mentioned the information he had learned from the previous meeting with Elder Dais: "Then I want to know how to master the skills of werewolf battle cry, or you can tell me where there are werewolves, and I will learn from them myself."

"The closest werewolf clan I know is the Black Claw family in Weiodie, but they only recruit lone wolves," Grogne said. "If you want to join them, it's best not to say that you have joined other organizations, and don't let them know that we guided you there. Daisy and them are not very happy."

He didn't have the idea that "Clayton is a member of his own organization", so he said it easily, with the straightforward demeanor of a businessman.

But Clayton still needs to think carefully.

Viodi is a city in the east, not too far from Sasha City, but it takes four or five days to get there by train.
The clues he has now will only gradually lose their accuracy over time, and it may take ten days to go to Viodi and back, which is unacceptable to him.

But Viodi is still going, he will have enough time next year.

Even if it wasn't for learning the battle cry, it was also for finding the same kind and getting acquainted with the new society.

If he is recognized as the same kind, there must be someone who is willing to explain more about this world to him, instead of neither managing nor explaining like the Presbyterian Church.

"I remember."

Clayton said solemnly, put on his hat, and got up to leave.

Although he was a little distressed, he didn't feel that the news was not worth six thousand pounds.

Dorne is a big country, and if there is no one to point it out, he may never find his kind in his life.In a way, this news is priceless.

He took a few steps towards the door, but heard the old man's voice behind his back: "Mr. Bello, you haven't taken your things away yet."

Clayton turned around and saw Grogne pushing a check across the table and pouted.

"The news just now is free. Don't tell others that Gaminien has treated you badly."

"Thank you then."

Clayton slightly revised his impression of the Presbyterian Church. He carefully kept the large check, and couldn't help but ask:

"Why don't you seem to take the Holy Grail Society seriously?"

The Holy Grail Society's plan to invade Sasha City is already being implemented, but the members of the Presbyterian Church have not changed, and they have not summoned members to publicize the matter, as if they don't care about Athena's actions at all.

Hearing his question, the old man smiled.

The corners of Grogne's mouth were grinning, revealing wood grain teeth that were the same color as his skin.

"You don't think us old things are doing business in the remote Sasha City because we are too weak?"

Clayton also smiled awkwardly, he did have this idea.

"If they think so, we can relax." Grogne joked: "Poor Dace can't wait, he is counting on leaving a wonderful battle before the end of the world, but the Holy Grail refuses to give him this Opportunity. Who told us to sign a tripartite agreement with the church and the Sasha city government. Under the premise of legal competition, we cannot start wars at will and cause riots. Before the case, they had learned their lesson, and they dared not and were unwilling to declare war on us with extraordinary power."

Clayton recalled what the spider priest had said to him in the military hospital, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Athena is too confident.

"So they're really going to disrupt the city with the mayoral election?" he pressed.

"I think so. I think your most important task now is not to kill Athena Pruger, but to find out the mayoral candidate who has connections with her and figure out what her conditions are."

Grogne slowly clenched his palms, the emotion in his eyes was closer to indifference than fierceness: "We already know about Hook's Detective Agency, they are indeed very likely to cooperate with the Holy Grail, and they are all outsiders, so Do with it as you like, but be careful not to let the word out."

Clayton responded to him with mixed feelings: "I know that."

(End of this chapter)