Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 39 The Salvation Army

Clayton returned to the store for a rare occasion.

Miss Charlotte behind the counter saw him and her eyes widened immediately.

"Mr. Bello, you are finally back. I have been thinking about when you will come back."

Clayton never thought that anyone would miss him. Even though it was an employee who said this, he was still very touched.

"Yeah, me."

"Let's take a look at the store!"

Charlotte said sternly: "Last week's Black Ribbon Weekly Report came out, and I discovered that our store's advertising has expired. It's a new quarter. Due to market changes, if you want to continue occupying the same size page as before, you have to pay more." Money, according to our previous business strategy, I have bought back the advertising space, but because you left no funds when you left, I will pay this part personally. Now that you are back, please settle the matter. By the way Ti, if you don’t come back, I can’t even ask for leave because no one can take my job.”

Clayton's movements froze and he started to take out his wallet.

"I understand. I'll give you a month's leave. You can pack your things and go back to enjoy your vacation now."

He thought about it and decided that it was really necessary to give Miss Charlotte a long vacation.

In this case, even if the store is actively attacked by the Holy Grail during this period, there is no need to worry about her being accidentally injured.

As for business, he still has some helpers in other dioceses, and they can communicate remotely by sending letters, which is a little troublesome.

However, Charlotte rejected him without thinking:

"No, this is too long. It only takes three days."

"Salaries will still be paid during the holidays."

"Please don't do this, I will misunderstand that you are pursuing me."

Although Clayton is considered a handsome man by popular standards, he is not the type that Charlotte likes.

Moreover, the two of them were ten years apart, and she couldn't accept such a big gap.

Clayton was dumbfounded by her frankness.

"I didn't think so. I just encountered some troubles recently and needed to close the store for a while."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"not at all."

"It won't take a month."

"You like work?" Clayton couldn't understand her reaction.

Charlotte put her fingers in her hair and said distressedly: "I just don't want to stay at home. If I stay too long, my parents will think I've been expelled."

"Then go spend time with your lover and think about when you want to get married."

As times change, people are getting married later and later, but Clayton's mind is still stuck in the rural life of Butnu.

There, there are quite a few people who get engaged at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

He went up the stairs to the second floor, but Charlotte did not follow him.

She sat there, thinking about the necessity of getting married, and then left the antique store with her bag.

Meanwhile, Clayton found what he was looking for in his second-floor studio.

A silver birdcage.

This thing is not very common, because not many people are willing to raise birds, and even fewer people are willing to raise birds and buy silver bird cages at the same time.

Clayton had forgotten how he got this thing. Anyway, it had been in the store for about as long as he had, and no one wanted it. He had to put it on the second floor for storage. Now it is really useful. The place of martial arts.

Without this thing, it would be difficult for him to take Clara out.

Although Clara remembered where her home was, it was completely impossible to describe the location clearly using her language function alone.

In order for her to show the way, she must be able to see the outside world.

Clayton thought about putting Clara in a silver birdcage with a piece of gauze wrapped around it so she could see outside but not see her outside.

Taking some tools that he didn't have at home but needed, he went out and locked the shop, feeling happy.

He already felt his target was in sight.

Clayton quickly experimented with his idea.

His idea was a success.

It was impossible to see what was inside the birdcage wrapped in gauze, and when it was brought to the street, no one doubted that the bird inside was not a bird.

The only person who asked about the purpose of the birdcage was the landlady.

Clayton just shook the birdcage, and Clara chirped as planned in advance, dispelling the suspicious old lady's desire to find out.

To Clayton's surprise, he was probably no more familiar with the city than Clara was.

Although the city has reorganized its streets in the past few years, some old landmarks have remained.

Clara just saw those buildings, and she could immediately tell whether to go left or right next. The increasing excitement and decisiveness in her tone made Clayton gradually let go of his doubts about her intelligence and memory.

They walked all morning, and Clara's mouth felt dry.

But after Clayton fed her some cake, her energy suddenly became strong again.

In the afternoon, after passing some twists and turns, they arrived at the Dove Square in the parish of Santaros.

It's said to be a square, but there aren't many people here looking for entertainment.

Clayton saw poor people queuing up in front of a certain alley, waiting for relief. The queue actually circled half of the square.

"Just go over there. Clara's house is behind that house. It's a beautiful white house." Clara said, looking at the alley.

She was looking forward to it, but there was obviously no room for Clayton to squeeze into.

People with thin faces rubbed shoulders and were listening to the officer wearing a dark green coat on the high platform in front of them, but their eyes were clearly looking at the steaming food next to them.

Several soldiers with guns surrounded the stands, forcing them to listen to the boring speech and repeat part of it - a necessary condition for getting food.

".The road to the Holy City is full of thorns. We walk on faith and seek the true road——"

The officer had a handsome face, blond hair, and a loud and beautiful voice. He was a good debater and speaker, but Clayton felt that he had chosen the most inappropriate audience.

Threatening others to listen to you with food alms is the most despicable thing to do, but it is the most common practice of the Salvation Army.

Clayton recognized these men, they were quite famous in the army.

Some colonies are rich in mineral resources but have very harsh environments. The troops stationed in these areas did not have chaplains to accompany them, so the soldiers studied singing and worship by themselves, and then gradually formed their own unique and paranoid beliefs in the dangerous environment.

These people returned home after their service period was up, and when they gathered in a certain number, they established a group called the Salvation Army.

They declare everywhere that the end of the world is coming and that only by becoming religious can they obtain eternal salvation.

Clayton had heard of them when he was in middle school, but this group of people hadn't done anything decent so far. All they would do was keep publicizing, and the methods and effects were not good.

He had seen the Salvation Army in the Veterans Club, but these people in Dove Square were undoubtedly active military personnel.

He probably ran out because he had nothing to do in the infantry camp.

However, according to their temperament, it is common for them to rent a private area for charity.

Occupying public places can lead to conflicts with others, and they may also be scolded by white believers who know the doctrine better than they do, causing them to lose face on the spot.

Clayton looked at the space at the entrance of the alley, found a gap in the crowd, and squeezed in.

Then a bayoneted rifle stopped him.

A soldier from the Salvation Army stood in front of Clayton and glanced at the birdcage in his hand: "You look like a man with something to do and shouldn't be here."

“Having something to do” means “having a job.” The Salvation Army only helps people who have no jobs.

"I'm not here to get food," Clayton raised a hand and pointed at the alley behind the soldier: "I borrowed it."

The soldier did not step aside: "It's not possible to go there either."

"Why?"

"No reason, just find another way." He said impatiently.

Clayton looked at him and left without arguing.

Arriving at a place where there was no one around, Clara's voice came from the birdcage, which was slightly distorted because of the gauze covering it.

"Why doesn't Clayton go in? He looks weak. Clayton can defeat him."

"You can't fight. The people in green coats are in the same group. They all have guns in their hands."

Clayton said that most of the Salvation Army's minds were not normal. In order to defend their faith, they really dared to shoot at the infidels.

It is not wise to start a conflict with them without a very important reason.

And he also thought about a possibility, that is, this group of Salvation Army may have been contacted by the priest of St. Mellon Parish and was the result of Joe Mani's request for help. This also explained why they occupied Baige Square to distribute food. Because this is just an activity along the way.

It’s just that the information he currently has cannot explain why the Salvation Army knew to come here to investigate.

Could it be said that the church is also aware of what happened between the Holy Grail Society and the Mani family?

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