The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 78
In any case, Creighton would not admit that he had actually caught up with Fasslag.

These people with public power are still dedicated to their duties when dealing with complicated and boring data, but if the matter is related to themselves, they will show extraordinary independent decision-making ability, let things move in their own favorable direction, Or it can give yourself an advantage, or it can make you spend less effort. In short, you can ignore the truth when necessary.

Clayton also believes that there is no necessary connection between whether he catches up with Faslag and Faslag's death.

To send himself to prison for telling the truth, he is not so noble.

The bishop cleared his throat, held the scepter horizontally in both hands, and did not look enthusiastically like a clergyman should when facing a darkin:

"The groom was attacked from the back. It is true that he did not see the person who attacked him before he passed out, but he found that someone had stuffed money into his collar at the back of his neck. This may be some kind of compensation. I think , even if the person who attacked him did such a thing, he should be a compassionate person."

Good words, but bad timing.

Now, anyone can see that they expect someone to admit that they have had contact with Fasslag, but only God knows the consequences of admitting.

"It has nothing to do with me. I heard that at sea, some pirates will send a blackened coin to the traitor, called the black money of death. When the traitor who stole the wealth of the ship gang receives the black money of death, he will know the hiding place It has been exposed, and his life is not long. Perhaps this groom has the experience of serving at sea."

Snapped!
The officer slammed a pistol on the table.

"If Harden had served at sea, he wouldn't be brushing these bastards all day long. What happened to Fasslag? You just need to answer this question."

Clayton sat majestically: "Then I don't know. But."

The word "however" is often followed by the opposite of the first half of the sentence, and the three gentlemen concentrate until they hear "The Holy Grail".

"Since last month, an organization claiming to be the Holy Grail has entered Sasha City. I have witnessed their members committing crimes in the city. At least three people have been killed so far, and the number of real victims will only be more."

The werewolf revealed some of the things about the Holy Grail Society, but the city managers responded flatly.

This is not what Clayton wants to see.

"That's what you want to say? Boring." The officer looked at the others: "Let's let him go, and he will know it's useless."

The old bishop raised his hand, signaling that he still had some questions to ask.

Before he could speak, the official shrugged his shoulders and leaned his upper body towards Clayton a little: "Unfortunately, Mr. Bello. The Holy Grail Society and the Presbyterian Church are actually similar in nature. You seem to have become a member of them recently, so you may It's time to accept the reality. In the other world, morality is just an embellishment of power. Although it has always been the case, the truth does not need to be concealed here. Organizations with the ability to hinder production activities will receive certain preferential treatment. Even Bishop Bolton cannot avoid reality , even in our propaganda, the clergy have always been at odds with you, but when we meet in reality, we can only say hello."

When he said this to his face, the bishop was not angry, but just said softly: "The times are different."

"thanks for your reminder."

Clayton sighed. It's not that he didn't know, he just had a fluke mentality.

The officer looked at the officer with an artificial expression of surprise on his face: "It's really rare, I didn't expect to see a day when you showed mercy, or did the death of old Godwin make you confused?"

"Not everyone is as heartless as you." The official turned his face away in disgust, and continued to say to Clayton: "In short, whether you want to kill each other or live in peace, we don't care. Darkborn Self-government is the norm here, but it is not completely without rules, if it makes news, you will be under his control." He pointed to the officer. "If the identity of the Darkin is publicized everywhere, it will be his superiors."

"Then if Second Lieutenant Charles was killed by someone from the Holy Grail Order, do you care?"

Clayton now has to pretend not to know anything about Faslag, but another dead officer can bring it up openly, especially the current head of Second Lieutenant Charles must be forged. He doesn't believe that Achill didn't check it come out.

Even if there is no key evidence of the wound site, it is definitely not normal for a corpse to have an extra head for no reason.

But when he mentioned Charles, the expressions of the three became weird again.

The officer's face was particularly ugly, and the official's smile was half a smile.He turned to look at the officer: "Duolong, he is right."

"I have nothing to say, he deserves it."

Through their reactions, Clayton immediately found that he had grasped the pain point of the other party, and he pursued the victory: "I don't know what kind of person Lieutenant Charles was like in his life, but attacking a serving officer is a more serious crime than ordinary murder. Fighting with a lieutenant will require at least three months of confinement, and the sentence is four times that of ordinary people. If you are killed, the situation may be even more serious. The murderer will not only receive the death penalty, but all his property will also be confiscated. It would be clearly irresponsible to sit by and watch the death of the second lieutenant."

He almost said, "Please go and deal with the Holy Grail Society."

Officer Doron, let's call him a major here, after Clayton's analysis, his expression was distorted like a mouse with dystocia.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He slapped the table with both hands, and glared at Creighton fiercely: "How do you and him know this?"

A normal person would not take the initiative to understand the consequences of attacking a soldier. He felt that this bastard was deliberately looking for trouble for himself after investigating everything clearly.

"Because my military rank before I was discharged was lieutenant." Clayton raised his head and pointed at him with his chin. "But don't look at me as a lieutenant. I don't have a high military rank. All the medals you have earned may not be as good as one of mine."

Major Doron fell silent.

In the war, a considerable number of low-level officers achieved dazzling results, but did not receive matching promotion rewards.

When he was in the army, he could still use his level to suppress the opponent, but once he retired, their abilities would be judged by the value of their badges.

Clayton Bello must be sure of being so confident, and the major didn't want to humiliate himself in front of the other two.

His tone became softer, trying to convince the werewolf: "So you have been a soldier, so you should have heard of the Salvation Army. They are a group of fantasists suffering from epilepsy, and they are also trying to infect others. Sasha City It might be a good thing without these people.”

Clayton didn't think so: "You're right, but I think the Holy Grail Society's killing of Second Lieutenant Charles should have nothing to do with whether they broke the law. They can kill Second Lieutenant Charles, and of course they dare to shoot others. So I think the Holy Grail is going to be a huge destabilizing factor that needs to be dealt with promptly."

"Who will handle it?" Doron asked back.

"What does this question mean?"

After confirming that Clayton really didn't know, the major's tone became tough again: "You don't think that only humans can become freaks, do you? If it weren't for that damned Grogne of your Presbyterian Church, hiring human races outside the city We created a forest and made wild beasts everywhere, and we don’t have so few people to defend the city. The sewers and wild animal freaks in the forest are all dependent on us to deal with.”

Clayton only knew this now, and he understood the major's attitude a little bit, but he still had a problem in his heart.

"Then why not let the Salvation Army take care of the trivialities?"

The officer suddenly stopped talking and glanced cautiously at the bishop, who didn't say anything.

Clayton suddenly discovered that the relationship between the military and the church seemed to be different from what he knew before.

(End of this chapter)