Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 44 Everyone goes their own way

In order to find someone to transport the placenta out, Clayton once again came to the workshop of Solot Parish.

Joe will volunteer here to hide from the Holy Grail.

Although he is not a particularly close friend, he has a responsibility that cannot be shied away from, and he has other uses after finishing his work.

Because he had paid money last time, the people here were willing to let him in for a visit. Clayton quickly found Joe who was washing dishes, called him out, and mentioned that he needed his help.

But Qiao refused: "No matter what kind of help you want me to do, it's impossible. It's related to the protection agreement I signed with Father Petty. I won't go out, and the guard at the door won't let me out."

Clayton couldn't figure out what agreement he signed with the church, but it had nothing to do with him.

"I'm going out with you on some errands. I'm getting paid this time, 50 pounds."

He expected that Joe was short of money, so he would agree.

really,

Qiao Yi gritted his teeth: "I'll go with you, but don't be too late. I'll go back to take care of the child later."

Hearing this reason, Clayton looked at him in surprise. This man had been changed too much by his work.

"That's okay. You go back and prepare first. Remember to bring the gun I gave you."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Joe stamped his foot.

Joe's motivation was high, but he almost broke his leg climbing over the wall and forgot to take off his apron.

Clayton invited him into the carriage on the roadside, but he took the driver's seat.

This is his rental car.

In order to earn the six thousand pounds, Clayton must have a helper.

He did not consider the three people mentioned by Elder Gronje at all because they were expensive and some things would not be kept secret from him.

It’s still easy to use Joe.

"Lieutenant, why are there two saws in the carriage?" Joe shouted from the carriage, and he almost sat on it.

Without looking back, Clayton flicked the reins up and down: "It's used to process food."

The carriage sped towards Santaros Parish. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, neither early nor late. There were few people on the road, so he could speed up.

It is expected that within two hours, they will arrive at the house where the Holy Grail will stay, finish processing the placenta, and then load it into the car and take away part of it.

What he said to Groene was still too conservative. Even if a quarter of the sarcoma in the basement was cut off, the size of the remaining part would definitely meet Groene's expectations.

As for the Crusaders, he didn't pay attention to them at all.

At night, the opponent's combat effectiveness will weaken, while he gradually becomes stronger.

It is now about to enter winter. It is only half past four, and the sky in Sasha City is already dark. The soldiers standing guard in the darkness must be impatient to wait.

Suddenly, a strange light spot lit up in the sky at the corner of Clayton's eyes.

This seemed to be an ominous sign, and he immediately felt trembling. He couldn't help but slow down the carriage and looked solemnly at the sky.

Something is burning.

The location is probably in St. Alvin Parish.

Clayton's mood was inevitably a little depressed. Because of the existence of the train station, the city's zoning label was a freight and transfer center, and the storage warehouse corresponding to the "rusted silver coins" was also there.

I hope it wasn't his warehouse that caught fire,

Absolutely not.

Phillip walked quickly in the clear, pure white corridor.

He is the owner of the Pulitzer family. He is a successful entrepreneur and heir to the ancient surname and the honorary title of Viscount.

If he wants something, he doesn't have to pay, and many admirers or people who ask for him will take the initiative to give it as a gift.

But he knew that he was no one's master, and his actual wealth was not much.

Rather, he was born to serve someone.

When he was young, his father would cry and howl when he was drunk: "Our family is in decline." Then as usual, he would use a bunch of nonsense to express his dissatisfaction with the otherworldly world, claiming that if he could find a way to sneak into the Queen's court when he was young, , they must enjoy much more happiness than they do now.

But in fact, because a certain business operation of Groene Gaminien required a long-term guarantee from a person with a title, Philip's father got this job, so that he could afford to marry a wife, and the only son was born in World.

After his father's death, Philip recognized his position and loyally offered his services to Groene.

As for the Presbyterian Church, the other leaders of this organization are as powerful and mysterious as Groene.

The indoor floor height of Pulitzer House is much higher than that of ordinary buildings and is consistent with that of City Hall. People can easily feel their own insignificance when walking among them, as if they have traveled to the land of giants.

He stopped in front of the drawing room, hesitating whether to go in or not.

The elders are meeting.

Usually when they gathered, Philip would feel great pressure just standing aside.

What's more, what he brings now is bad news about Groene.

Phillip still knocked gently on the door of the living room.

Before he knocked on the door, there was no sound of conversation in the living room, and the elders knew that he was coming.

Two huge door leaves were pushed open, and he walked in respectfully.

Four people with different appearances, old and young, were sitting and waiting for him to speak.

"Elder Gronje, there has been a riot at the Weisongt Weaving Factory!" He sent bad news.

There are only two companies in the Pulitzer family, but Gronier himself has other industries under his name. The Weissonte Machinery Factory is a relatively important one in the city. Philip assists in the management and can provide five products a quarter. Thousand pounds of net profit.

The first one to react was Dais, the oldest-looking elder and the only human elder. He laughed:

"What, say it again? Who doesn't know that Groene almost loses money to do this business, just to prevent that good land from being snatched away by others. For this reason, electrical machinery is not used to replace labor, and the salary is higher than that of his peers. More than half, what kind of heartless worker would be dissatisfied?"

The elder Cheryl, who looked like a young woman, and Fisher, another old elder, both laughed softly.

Sasha City has developed under their hands for thirty years, and they are sure that no one will dare to cause trouble to them.

Even people in town halls and churches don't come into conflict without reason.

Phillip lowered his head and said nothing, knowing that he would disappoint these elders.

"How is the situation?" Gronje asked him.

Seeing Grone so serious, the other elders realized that this was true.

Philip told the truth: "The workers fought indiscriminately and set fires. Fortunately, Mr. Akci rushed quickly, and only four people died in the factory. However, the weaving produced in the past week had not had time to be sent to the station warehouse. They were all burned down, and eleven of the handlooms were broken down.”

Grone's face softened slightly, and the loss was not beyond his expectation.

"I understand. Just let the security department handle the rest. You don't have to worry about it."

Philip immediately left the drawing room as if he had been granted amnesty.

The unusual behavior of the workers is clearly the work of supernatural forces, but there are also regular members of the Presbyterian Church in the Security Service.

"Probably it was done by the newborn. When the unintelligent guy suddenly gained strength, he thought he was the chosen one." Cheryl, the white-skinned and red-haired female elder, picked up the goblet of red wine and sipped it carefully. She has a shirt on her upper body and a short skirt on her lower body. She looks young and beautiful, and her temperament is very harmonious among the old people in formal wear.

"It can't be the special envoy of the Holy Grail Society." Dais said jokingly, but when Groene did not deny it, he immediately frowned: "What did you do, Groene? You won't violate us. Have you made an agreement with them?"

During the time when the Holy Grail Society left Sasha City, they had just come here.

Although the frontal combat effectiveness at that time was almost the same, the Holy Grail Society's local accumulation was much deeper than theirs. Otherwise, they would not have been able to escape almost completely after intervening in the mayoral election and offending the church.

"I encourage a newborn to start a war with the special envoy. They already have a grudge." Groene said.

Newborns don't mean they are weak, they just don't control them so well. The elders are not surprised by this.

"Although this is not a violation, we can't blame them. If you want to accept new people, you have to teach them how to act according to our rules." Fisher, who had no hair or eyebrows, shook his head: "We want stability, and this is why we quit The only reason why Yasin came to Sasha City.”

Groene disagreed with him: "What if the Holy Grail Society sent an envoy this time not just to hunt down one person? We are already old. If they want to come back again, can we stop them?"

Cheryl tapped the edge of the table with her wine glass seriously: "I'm not old yet."

"But you only have one."

"Why do you think they are coming back?" Fisher asked Gronje: "The city's financial revenue is getting worse year by year. Now I go to the nearby cathedral to donate 100 pounds, and the priests hold my hand. Help me out. Who would want to work here except poor guys with empty pockets? Besides, the contract also prevents them from directly attacking our people, except for mind control."

The main foundation of the Presbyterian Church in Sasha City is not local. To be precise, the Presbyterian Church is just a convenient tool fabricated by a few of them.

Its main function is to help them live comfortably.

Grone looked around and sighed: "The newcomer found a placenta from an old stronghold of the Holy Grail Society. It was protected by a spell. It was a stronghold that I failed to find at the beginning. I used divination to know that he The placenta found belongs to the original whale, which is why I have summoned you today."

Original Whale, this ancient name made the other elders fall into silence for a while.

It was Elder Dais who spoke first again: "The placenta of the original whale is not very common, and it is not easy to transport. It seems that they have no intention of abandoning this place from the beginning."

What he meant by "uncommon" is "very rare and precious", but no matter how precious something is, its value is to those in need.

But none of the four people here really need it.

"Destroy it," Fisher said.

A smile appeared on Grone's face, which seemed to be covered with wood grains: "I think the newcomer is already doing this."

"What else do we have to do?" Des asked him,

Groene's divination abilities were trusted by all of them.

"Keep an eye on the city hall, the mayor is about to be elected again." The old man with dark green hair made a prophecy: "I have a hunch that this time the Holy Grail will use legal means to expel us from the city."

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