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As the werewolf curse deepened, Clayton's height, weight, and wingspan all increased significantly.

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

Although they were large in number and armed with weapons, they were not good at cooperating. When they took action, they would shrink back because they were worried about their own people, and they could hardly take advantage of their numerical advantage in front of the lieutenant.

Until he defeated them all, Clayton didn't feel any pressure.

He couldn't help but wonder where the courage of these gang members to face the Sheriff came from.

After the villains helped each other away in despair, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the bloody fists clean, and pulled down his sleeves again.

However, the rough abrasive touch on his fingertips made him startled. He slowed down his movements and raised his arms to face the moonlight. The once shiny cufflinks were now covered with a layer of dark red rust.

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

rust

He shook his head slightly in amusement. No wonder those idiots were not afraid of him using a gun, but they must not have thought that someone could beat them to a pulp without a weapon.

"Thank you so much for your help, now we can finally move forward with enforcing the ordinance."

The priest who had just spoken to him came over. He took off his hood, revealing the face of a spirited young man.

Clayton also turned to face him and nodded slightly: "This is nothing. It is the duty of the Sheriff to deal with these gangsters."

The two hands were clasped together.

The holy power swept through Clayton, and the dark curse contained in his body was clearly visible in the eyes of this priest.

Behind him, other priests in white picked up the sticks abandoned by gang members on the ground, slammed them on the door lock of the silver shop, and then worked together to open the door and swarm in.

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

"How is this going?!"

Clayton pointed at the door of the bank and asked angrily. Until just now, he had thought that these clerics were here to stop gangsters from looting the bank. Unexpectedly, there was actually a competitive relationship between them.

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

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

The lieutenant had to remind them: "Although my status is somewhat special, I am representing the sheriff now."

"I'm afraid the process of recommending you to join the Public Security Bureau is not open and transparent, and the identity of your recommender may also be quite controversial."

"But I am dedicated to my job, aren't I? I helped you just now."

This retort left the priest speechless. He put his hands into his inner pockets and tilted his head, not wanting to see Clayton's face.

His conscience was clearly pricked, but he remained silent.

Clayton had no choice but to bring up the past: "I remember doing your diocesan bishop a favor before, and he 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 nice and don't make me think that list is useless. It might damage that gentleman's reputation."

Now it was not only the conscience of the priesthood that was pricked, he turned back helplessly.

"If you must know - we are enforcing the Silver Control Act, which is allowed by the joint authorization of the Parish Council and the Bylaws Administration. It started two months ago. In theory, no organization has the right to interfere The law is enforced. If the measures we take are inappropriate in your eyes, it is because we have no choice. We sent a notice of requisition of goods to this silver shop a month ago, but we did not expect that the owner here I went to the south for the winter very early, and I didn’t see the notice. Instead, the information was noticed by those gangsters.”

He sighed and said nothing more.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Clayton asked.

This recklessness made the priest couldn't help but take a deep breath again and asked him: "Why do you think we collected the silverware?"

Silver is a sacred metal, and all darkspawn are bound by it.

It is precisely because the number of dark descendants continues to grow, and the number has reached a level that makes everyone wary, that it is possible for the upper-level departments to unite and issue such a decree that is simply similar to 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 that is in line with the market value.

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

He could safely inform Creighton not only because of the list, but because the edict had been issued for two months and the church's silver stocks were no longer scarce, at least sufficient for the present, to ration all the high priests for The making of various potions and miraculous mediums.

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

If the Darkin who can make iron rust dares to conflict with the priesthood, it is obviously impossible for him to be a member of the Presbyterian Church, which values ​​secrecy and harmony. Nor can the Presbyterian Council manage all wild Darkin.

It can be seen that if the security system of Sasha City cannot use the army, the security of the city alone may not be able to maintain the security of the city in the future. This severe crisis will appear in most cities, and he can't think of a way to solve it.

Clayton stopped asking questions, took the reins from the man who helped lead the horse, and led the newborn werewolf away worriedly.

"Is he really Clayton Bello?" The priest who led the horse looked at the direction in which he left and wondered.

The young priest took out his hand from his pocket, holding in his palm a black hair-knotted amulet, which was a medium for releasing miracles.

He had been on guard against the lieutenant ever since he sensed the possible conflict.

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

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

"You know him, but just...?"

"No." The young priest turned his head and said, "I only heard about his deeds when I was a military chaplain."

Titles such as Reliable One, Wandering Whip, and Blue-Blooded Guardian are not something you can get casually.

"Okay, hurry up and get our car over. Since the doors are broken, we have to load more goods into the car and try to take them all away, otherwise others will take away the money."

You have to be quick when picking up things. This is a skill he learned on the battlefield.

"welcome."

Seeing Clayton, Mr. Owl came over from the other end of the hall.

The servants who served the dark descendants had developed the habit of turning day and night upside down, but they still seemed not as energetic as the people they were serving. This simply aroused Clayton's sense of guilt.

He coughed lightly, asked two servants to prepare some food, and then grabbed the newborn werewolf and sat down.

To be honest, he never thought that he would meet Akqi in this stronghold, and he didn't really want to see him, so his response was lacking in etiquette. He just nodded to Akqi and sat down.

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

"Who is this gentleman?"

Akzi came over. He bent down and looked down, his beak almost touching the face of the newborn werewolf that was mad with hunger. The emotion in his round eyes was the same as his.

"I picked up a newborn werewolf from the street. I remembered that Elder Gronje was committed to taking in these guys, so he sent him here." Clayton took the food from the servant and took the lead in eating and drinking. I didn't feel very happy, so I also felt extra hungry. Now you have to satisfy your own desires first, and then you can take care of the new baby.

Akzi walked around the young man for two weeks without seeming to expect much.

"He looks like a defective product." He poked the werewolf's face with his hollow quilled fingers, causing the latter to roar in 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 sealed one, and he is the real newborn."

The eyes of the owl are empty. Although the appearance of the bird is quite pleasant, when you look at it, you can feel invisible pressure. People can't help but wonder whether an angel or a devil lives in that unnatural body. soul.

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