Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 117 Material Control
As the curse of the werewolf deepened, Creighton's height, weight, and wingspan all increased significantly.

The advantages of strength and speed did not show much in this battle, and he easily knocked down those gang members with only mortal strength.

Although they are large in number and still hold weapons, they are not good at cooperating. When they fight, they will retreat everywhere because they are concerned about their own people, and they can hardly give full play to the advantage of numbers in front of the lieutenant.

Creighton didn't feel any pressure until they were all knocked down.

He couldn't help wondering where the courage of these gang members to face the sheriff came from.

When these thugs help each other to leave in desperation, he takes out a handkerchief to wipe off the bloody face of his fist, and pulls down his sleeve again.

However, the rough sharpened touch of his fingertips made him startled, he slowed down his movements, raised his arms to face the moonlight, the cuff buttons that were once shiny were now covered with a layer of dark red rust.

Before he knew it, he had been attacked by an extraordinary force!

Rusty
He shook his head amusedly, no wonder those idiots were not afraid of him using a gun, but they must not have imagined that someone could beat them to pieces without a weapon.

"Thank you very much for your help, now we can finally continue to enforce the decree."

The priest who had just spoken to him came over, and he took off his hood, revealing a face of a spirited youth.

Clayton also turned to face him, nodded slightly: "It's nothing, it's the sheriff's duty to deal with these hooligans."

The two hands were clasped together.

The holy power swept over Clayton, and the black curse hidden in his body was clearly seen by the priest.

Behind him, other priests in white picked up sticks abandoned by gang members on the ground, smashed them heavily on the door lock of the silver store, and then smashed open the door with all their strength and rushed in.

The two hands separated as soon as they touched, each thinking that they had touched something unclean.

"How is this going?!"

Clayton pointed to the door of the silver shop and asked angrily. Until just now, he thought that the group of clergymen were here to stop the gangsters from looting the silver shop, but he didn't expect that they were actually in a competitive relationship.

"This is none of your business, Son of the Dark Moon." The priest said with a cold face, but did not continue to utter evil words.

But just this attitude explained a lot of problems. The priest who helped lead the horse had stopped, as if he didn't intend to return the horse to Creighton.

The lieutenant had to remind them: "Although my identity is a bit special, now I represent the sheriff."

"I think the process of recommending you to the Public Security Bureau may not be open and transparent, and the identity of your recommender may be quite controversial."

"But I'm dedicated, aren't I? I helped you just now."

This rebuttal left the Priest speechless. He put his hands into the pockets of his coat and turned his head, unwilling to see Creighton's face.

His conscience was clearly pricked, but he remained silent.

Clayton had to bring up the old story again: "I remember doing a favor to your diocesan bishop before, and he has now listed me on a list of... friendly people. Clayton Bello, this is my name, maybe You can go back and look it up. Now you should be kind and don't make me think that the list is useless, which may damage the reputation of that lord."

It was not only the conscience of the priesthood that was stung now, he looked back helplessly.

"If you must know - we are enforcing the Silver Control Act, which is a joint mandate from the Diocesan Council, the Regulatory Authority. It started two months ago. In theory, no organization has the right to interfere The law is enforced. And if the measures we take are inappropriate in your eyes, it is because of necessity. We passed the notice of expropriation to this silverware store a month ago, but we did not expect the boss here I went to the south for the winter very early, and I didn’t see the notice, but the information was noticed by those hooligans.”

He sighed and didn't speak again.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Clayton asked.

This kind of recklessness caused the priest to take a deep breath again, and asked him: "What do you think we confiscated the silverware for?"

Silver is a sacred metal, and all darkin are restrained by it.

It is precisely because the number of dark descendants is constantly increasing, and the number has reached a level that makes everyone vigilant, that the upper departments may unite to issue such a decree that is almost like robbery.

Although it is impossible for them to expropriate all the silverware in the silverware shop, it is also impossible for them to make compensation in line with the market price.

The government's compensation is based on weight only, and does not take into account the artistic value of the silverware.

He can safely tell Clayton that it is not only because of the list, but that this decree has been issued for two months, and the church's silver inventory is no longer in short supply, at least enough to meet the current rationing for all high priests, for Crafting of various potions and miracle mediums.

Clayton didn't know much about the operation of the church, but he still vaguely guessed part of it, which was also the revelation brought to him by the gangsters just now.

The Darkborn who can make iron rust dare to conflict with the priesthood, it is obviously impossible to be a member of the Presbyterian Church who advocates secrecy and harmony, and the Presbyterian Council cannot manage all wild Darkborn.

It can be seen from this that if the security system of Sasha City cannot use the army, it may not be possible to maintain the security of the city only by the sheriff in the future, and this kind of severe crisis will appear in most cities, and he can't think of a way to solve it.

Clayton didn't ask any more questions, grabbed the rein from the man who helped lead the horse, and led the newborn werewolf away worriedly.

"Is he really Clayton Bello?" the priest leading the horse wondered as he looked at the direction he was leaving.

The hand of the youth cleric was out of his pocket, and in his palm was a knotted amulet woven of black hair, which was the medium for the release of miracles.

He had been wary of the lieutenant from the moment he sensed the possible conflict.

And in front of those gangsters, he still has scruples.

"There hasn't been a new addition to that list for a long time. The bishop has always strictly screened those reliable allies, but if it's Clayton Bello, I think it's a matter of course."

"You know him, but just now?"

"No." The youth priest turned his head: "I only heard about his deeds when I was a military chaplain."

The titles of Reliable, Wandering Whip, and Guardian of Blue Blood cannot be obtained casually.

"Okay, hurry up and drive our car over here. Since the doors are broken, we have to put a little more goods in the car and try to take all of them away, otherwise others will take the money away."

The hand to hold things must be fast, which is also a skill he learned from the battlefield.

"welcome."

Seeing Clayton, Mr. Owl greeted him from the other end of the hall.

The servants who serve the Darkin have developed the habit of turning day and night, but they still don't seem to be as spiritual as the people they serve, which simply arouses Clayton's sense of guilt.

He coughed lightly, asked the two servants to prepare some food, and then grabbed the werewolf newborn and took his seat.

To be honest, he didn't expect to meet Akeqi in this stronghold, and he didn't really want to see him, so he didn't respond politely. He just nodded to Akeqi and sat down.

He always thought that at this point in time, the other party should be at No. 15 Xiangyou Street in St. Morede Parish, because they met there many times, and the other party always seemed to be free.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Akezi came over, he bent down and looked down, his beak was almost touching the newborn werewolf's face, which was frenzied by hunger, and the emotion in his round eyes was the same as his.

"I picked up the newborn werewolf from the street. I remembered that Elder Grogne was committed to taking care of these guys, so I sent him here." Clayton took the servant's food and started to eat and drink first. My heart is not very happy, so I feel extra hungry.Now you must satisfy your own desires first, and then you can take care of this newborn.

Akeqi walked around the young man for two weeks, but he didn't seem to have much expectation.

"He looks like a bum." His hollow quilled fingers poked the werewolf's face, eliciting a growl of warning.

Clayton wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't think so. It was like this when the werewolf curse was first accepted. I have experienced it longer than you."

"No, no, that's different, you are the sealer, and he is the real newborn."

The eyes of the owl are empty. Although the appearance of the bird looks pleasing, when you look at it, you can feel the invisible pressure. People can't help but speculate whether there is an angel or a devil living in the unnatural body. soul.

"Real newborns will be accepted, but defective ones must be discarded."

(End of this chapter)