Werewolf hunting rules

Such a declaration really has no power. It is obvious that the Holy Grail will be chasing Qiao during this period, and becoming a mortal enemy will only change the situation.

"But you were going to kill him, right? It has something to do with his father."

Clayton was curious about the relationship between the Holy Grail and the Mani family, and Joe's ears pricked up. He didn't know what was happening yet.

"I don't know much about the specifics, but the Mani family was once an agent of our church. It seems that they have some things they shouldn't have, and they threatened us to break away from the church as a price. We signed the contract, If Joe Mani lives his whole life as an ordinary person, we will no longer disturb him. If he actively seeks extraordinary power, someone will kill him. But since he is not dead, it means that Clara has betrayed us long ago. .”

Moore said lightly: "This incident has been widely circulated in our church, but until half a year ago, no one believed that Joe Mani survived, and they all regarded it as a joke."

"Why?" Clayton asked him.

"Because the arbiter at that time asked Clara to stay in his parents' house. As long as he saw her, he was exploring the extraordinary."

This is taking advantage of a loophole in the contract, and it's quite clever.

Clayton also began to wonder how Joe survived. He glanced at Joe and knew that Joe must not have listened to what he said next. This "destined victim" was meditating on the past, with tears streaming down his face.

Clara had seen Joe when he was a baby, which meant that they had been in the same room together, so that stupid spider had no reason not to do something.

Maybe Clara really betrayed the Holy Grail Society, or maybe she just couldn't bear to do anything to the baby.

Clayton planned to go back and ask her again.

"So, can Joe now play the role of a sacred object?" He was more concerned about what he could get now than Joe's family affairs.

Now that they have gathered the original whale placenta and another key to open the door to fairyland, it seems that they are not lacking anything.

"Theoretically, it's possible." Moore said. He glanced at Joe: "But we haven't tried it with a living person. His spiritual intervention may interfere with the connection with the fairyland. But if he is alone, it will be easy to connect to the fairyland. .”

"Lieutenant?"

Joe shook off the remnants of his parents' love and glared at Clayton with wide eyes, refusing to get involved in this bizarre ritual.

"Whatever you think, but if I were you, I'd try to check it out."

Seeing that Clayton had no intention of forcing himself, Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I don't want to do it yet."

"The purpose of our visit this time is just to see the sacred object. Even without the key, it can allow us to admire the glory of fairyland. Unfortunately, the sacred object has been destroyed." Moore cursed in his heart and left teeth on the placenta of the original whale. Although it can be repaired, it will definitely not be used now.”

"Do you know how to fix it?" Clayton asked him.

"I know."

Moore answered without hesitation.

The pain in his face and neck reminded him that even if he didn't know, he should now say he did.

"Then there's still use for you."

Clayton didn't think so, because he was originally a dark descendant, and this holy object was not of high value to him, but he needed to guide Moore to misjudge this.

Only those with hope will do things seriously.

He felt that the next question was not easy to answer.

"Your mother," he thought for a moment before saying the real name of the spider priest who replaced "Rosa": "Where is Athena now?"

"It's unfortunate that you're here. She's been gone for a while."

After being ashamed for the first time, Moore revealed the information about his mother without any hesitation.

Clayton patted his side with a paw: "You lie! I didn't smell her scent."

"What I said is true! She used someone else's body!"

The boy tried his best to lean his upper body back. The wolf's head, which was almost half the size of his upper body, was very oppressive and continued to spray out hot air.

"Can she use someone else's body?"

"You have met Clara. She is very similar to Athena because they are both parasitic demons."

Clayton had not learned anything about parasitic demons from books. He tried hard to restore the image of the spider priest from Clara, thinking that those spider-leg-like things might be inserted into the neck of the corpse to control the movement of the bones, but at the same time he came to the conclusion:

"Then she probably doesn't have a good head either."

"Clara is the alien, don't think that the parasitic demon is like her." Moore's disdain for his sister was revealed in every line, and Clayton noticed that he also called his mother by her first name, showing no respect. .

"Even among dark descendants, there are those who have not been able to fully evolve due to the drag of their mortal bodies. As a descendant of a priest, her body and abilities have not been fully blessed after communicating with the fairyland, so she was used as a I contracted the devil's body material to guard the Mani family's only son. The result is now."

He glanced quietly at Joe, then looked away again.

The werewolf was surprised by his unfounded confidence: "But you are still a human, how can you be sure that you can do better than her in the future?"

"Because it's normal to do better than her."

Qiao came back from the memories, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and suddenly heard something about himself again:

"Wait, who is Clara? You have mentioned her several times, and judging from the situation, it seems that I should know her?"

Can he still not know who the only son of the Mani family is?

"She's the one who's going to kill you," said Moore, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"She watched you grow up," said Creighton, who was scratching the hair on his neck.

Joe looked confused. He couldn't find any clues in his memory: "But I have never seen such a woman! Clara is a female name, right? I also heard you use 'she'."

He couldn't remember any woman staying with him for so long.

"You'll see her," Creighton told him.

Clara only had one head left, and there was nothing she could do to her when she saw Joe, and it was more likely that she wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Moore suddenly turned his head: "She is still alive, you didn't kill her?"

"I can't kill her."

"Eat her, or throw her into a steel furnace and kill her completely."

Everything he said seemed to come from the best of intentions, but Clayton felt uncomfortable.

"She's your sister, right?"

"So what, she betrayed her oath to the Holy Grail. Even if my mother committed such a crime, she should be hung on a cross and burned alive."

"Then what are you doing now?"

Clayton felt Moore had no right to accuse his family.

In response to this question, Moore had his own set of logic to avoid it: "Nothing I know is confidential, so I can tell you everything."

Clayton almost laughed because of this funny man, but Moore's thinking made it convenient for him:

He tried to remain serious: "So tell me, where could Athena go?"

"I don't know, but she borrowed an identity."

Clayton licked his nose. He thought of the little officer's head in the basement.

It was dark, but a long shiny snake was passing by on the street.

Each of its scales is made up of soldiers carrying lamps, slinging guns, and wearing cross armbands on their arms.

They are the Salvation Army.

These soldiers marched arrogantly past the tavern and all the way to the workhouse in the parish of Saint-Solotte.

The porter came out to greet them respectfully.

Even though I don’t know these people, they look hard to offend.

The news soon reached the dean. He got up from the bed, put on clothes on his rich body, and eagerly went downstairs to talk to them.

God knows if these people were sent by the Council.

Normal soldiers and workhouses have never interacted with each other, but because they are members of the Salvation Army who are also religious, he still recognizes the leading officer.

"Good evening, Mr. Charles." The dean looked at the expressionless Charles, and then at the twenty or so soldiers behind him, thinking in his mind: "What are you guys doing here? What does the council have? News?"

"There is no news from the council." Charles showed a stiff smile: "This is our private matter."

"Private matter?"

Encountering this unexpected situation, the old man in his early sixties already felt low on energy.

After all, the dean is not an officer of the parish council, but just a lower-level manager who can work without leaving the house. Therefore, I know very little about the actions of the Salvation Army, but I have heard about the relatively extreme missionary methods.

Since he had such a bad impression, he had to ask cautiously, fearing that his tone would offend the other party:

"What do you want?"

"It's not what I want, it's our people who are missing here."

Charles pointed to the workhouse building behind the dean: "This afternoon, a woman contacted us. She claimed to be a worker here and took Rudolph to chat, but in the end they didn't come back. This won't work, soldier Return to the team at night."

"Of course, of course." The dean nodded, feeling from the bottom of his heart that this was a normal thing.

I just don’t know why Charles brought so many soldiers here.

The young officer was very satisfied with his attitude and nodded: "Then, we are going to go in and search."

With a wave of his hand, the officer led the soldiers around the dean and filed in through the open door behind him.

The dean was stunned and then chased after him:

"Wait a minute, what you are doing is against the rules!"