Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 15 The Moldy-Brained Guy

three days ago.

In front of Gayled, Clayton did not reveal that the Holy Grail was attracted to the country by Joe Marney.

He couldn't fully trust the Council of Elders, and subconsciously still regarded himself as a human being.

Subconsciously, he felt that things that were important to the Holy Grail Society were better kept in the church.

Joe volunteered at the church in St. Mellon Parish and must have been looking for ways to help himself.

Clayton made an excuse, claiming to know about the Holy Grail from acquaintances in the military, because they caused a cult tragedy on the frontier, and what they did sounded like the legendary darkin and necromancers. thing.

It has been almost three months since Joe Mani disclosed the matter to the border guards, and it is reasonable for this matter to be conveyed to Sasha City.

Fortunately, the Council of Elders did not take kindly to the Holy Grail.

"That's a bunch of stubborn old stuff,"

This is the evaluation given by Gaylord.He also explained to Clayton,
The Holy Grail Society used to belong to a branch of the White Sect. The founder of the sect, Cyrillicus, was labeled a heretic by the Hall of the King of France because his understanding of the doctrine was different from that of the Pope, and he was expelled from the Papal State Phaliermas.

The idea is that light and darkness are one, and darkborn are also creations of the heavenly father, and they share glory with natural creatures.

After being expelled from the country, the Holy Grail Society with such teachings began to actively preach to the dark descendants, and also gathered many believers. In those few short years, it seemed that they were going to fight against the Hall of the King of Law.

Then the Papal State Faliyemas took the initiative to disband the Inquisition Tribunal, and the relationship between humans and dark descendants began to heat up.

The existence of the Holy Grail Society was supported by the leaders of the dark descendants as the opposite of the orthodoxy of the white religion, for the purpose of confrontation.Since the orthodox Papal State has requested to sign a peace agreement, the meaning of the existence of the Holy Grail Society is gone.

No one cares about the differences in doctrine anymore. After all, most darkin have different natures, and they often fight with each other. In the most serious cases, some races will devour each other.

Once the external pressure is lost, those superficial beliefs cannot unite them at all.

The Holy Grail that is neglected can quickly be reduced to a second-rate sect.

There used to be Holy Grail forces in Sasha City, but they were cleared after the fifth mayoral election.

Local Presbyterian churches were established after that.

It has been 50 years since the past, because the young Gailed happened to live next door to a Holy Grail priest, so he knew better.

When he said this, Clayton couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Although he would still forget his appearance after the separation, but at this moment, he did not find the characteristics of an elderly person from Gaylid's face.

"50 years? How old are you now?" His tone became more polite.

"Can't remember exactly, but at the time, like you, I was living in St. Morede's Parish. I moved around here after the town planning project," recalls Old Gayled. The nostalgia passes quickly, he warns. Clayton: "Do not approach the Holy Grail, they are by no means reliable allies."

"Just listening to those teachings, I thought they were quite popular."

Galid laughed at Creighton's thoughts: "But what they do is shelter all the darkspawn and force them to live in peace, which is completely impossible. You don't think I can bump into polite people every night." Newborn? My job is to maintain order in the city."

Clayton understood what he meant and paid him a little more respect.

Clayton had also worked as a night watchman, and he knew how dangerous it was.

Even excluding those supernatural beings, humans themselves are quite ferocious animals.

"However, won't the officials of the city hall and the clergy of the church mind if someone goes missing?"

"No, they support our work."

Galid closed the safe and randomly messed up the combination disk.

"But you have to be careful, don't step into the holy place yourself, it will be regarded as a provocation." He turned around and warned Clayton seriously: "In addition to the blessed sword cross and holy water, the current priests and church deacons also have The gun license issued by the government, don't think that the power of the Darkin is omnipotent."

Clayton nodded thoughtfully.

After solving some doubts in his mind, he left the General Security Department and took a public carriage on the side of the street to return to St. Morede Parish. He wanted to go back to his shop to see the situation.

He has been out of work for several days because of this shit about the Holy Grail.

Although Charlotte can handle ordinary customers except for regular customers, he is the owner of the store after all, so he has to care about his own business.

The sign of the rusted silver coin antique store jingled in the wind, and Clayton walked in wrapped in a jacket.

Charlotte, who was behind the counter, saw someone push the door open, her eyes lit up, and when she noticed that it was the boss who came back, she immediately relaxed.

"Mr. Bello, you are not here for a few days, and I will tidy up the store well"

She suddenly covered her mouth.

Because it sounds like Clayton's existence has no effect on store management.

Clayton didn't care about this. He looked at the missing empty table in the display cabinet, calculated his income for the past few days, and then showed a satisfied smile.

"You are doing well, have you encountered any troubles these days?"

"No. But someone sent a letter saying it was for you."

Charlotte thought of something, and took out the letter from under the counter and put it on the table. There was no sender's information on the envelope, only "To Joe Marney".

"The name seems to belong to that friend of yours. I also told the sender that he was looking for the wrong person, but he refused to take it back. He dropped the letter and ran away."

When Charlotte had last seen Joe Marney, it had seemed strange to Clayton to have such a young friend.

Clayton picked up the letter and smelled it. There was a pungent smell of potion on it, and there was no other smell, not even the smell of Charlotte, the last contact person.

He glanced at Charlotte, and went to the back room to open the letter.

There is wax on the back of the envelope.

Clayton could see clearly before opening the letter that it was a holy grail pattern.

He went up the stairs with his head down, wolf hair grew on one finger in a place where the sunlight could not be directed, and the nails became curved and sharp.

Clayton didn't know what happened to the other dark descendants, but it was difficult for werewolves to transform during the day, so he sometimes used partial transformation to exercise his ability to appear.

Sharp nails cut through the red wax seal and twisted out the letter paper inside.

"You shouldn't resist, this is what your family owes us. Give you a month to return the inheritance and stolen goods, otherwise we will destroy this place."

There were only a few sentences on the paper, and it was said that it was a letter, and a note would be more appropriate to describe it.He read it at a glance while he was still on the stairs, and he understood everything, his face tightened suddenly.

As soon as he entered the studio, Clayton crumpled up all the paper in his hand and threw it out viciously.

The snow-white ball of paper hit the ground and rebounded twice.

Clayton looked gloomy, opened his mouth to the empty studio and showed his white teeth: "Fuck! This group of unsightly moles, fruit-eating pests, stupid donkeys that can't walk in a straight line, things with moldy heads , deserved to be shot!"

Coherent swear words spewed out of his mouth, venting his anger.

Clayton was born in a traditional Manzis family, so the language he is used to is more classical.

The violent mood swings all come from his discovery of a truth.

The reason why the people of the Holy Grail Society are eyeing him probably has nothing to do with the only contact he had with Joe this month. They are really just looking for Joe Mani, and they also know Joe in the past, which is why They'll send the words to the Rusty Silver Coin.

The Rusty Silver Antique Store was formerly the shop of Joe's father, Joseph Marney.

They thought Clayton was working for the Mani family.

The damn Holy Grail Society didn't investigate clearly at all. This shop was bought by him long ago, and it no longer belonged to the Mani family four years ago!
This is his Creighton's property, but the Holy Grail uses it to threaten Joe Mani!

A fair real estate transfer contract is useless before the Holy Grail meeting.

It's not threatening Joe, it's threatening him!
The blood was surging in his body, and Clayton's anger rushed to his brain uncontrollably. He supported the edge of the table with one hand, tightened his fingers, and buckled the hard wooden tabletop with a piece the size of half a palm. The light yellow fibers are broken down.

He straightened himself up, went behind the desk, and instinctively tried to get the revolver out of the drawer and fasten it, only to realize that it was still in Joe Marney's, and he was even more annoyed.

He was going to find Joe Marney to clarify the matter now, and give Joe two punches by the way.

In any case, Joe was a little more responsible.

If Joe doesn't return to Sasha City, Clayton can stay out of it.

(End of this chapter)