Werewolf hunting rules

When the traces of Diesel were completely erased from the room, Athena Brugge gathered her many legs, disguised herself as a human and sat back on the chair.

Although she was temporarily weak from eating, she was content.

It won't be long before she regains her strength.

She will then personally handle all matters regarding the Holy Grail being here.

If not for the incompetence of Hook's detectives, another priest would have arrived in Sasha City to handle the aftermath.

Although devil's spells are also very useful, vampires are natural charm experts, which can save them a lot of negotiation methods.

Detective Hook's external affairs are monitored by the Kingdom's Intelligence Department. The Holy Grail Order is also subject to religious persecution for "endangering homeland security." The priests are also on the list because of their respective merits. Therefore, they cannot let Priest Anriel use normal channels. through the border. In order to be smuggled out, Priest Anriel gave up nearly all the blood in his body so that he could disguise himself as a mummy of Maxri.

This will cause the vampire to lose nearly 90% of its power, but it can deceive the extraordinary at the border level.

However, Padre Anrel seems to have encountered a setback at the transfer center.

Athena leaned on the back of the chair and concentrated on picking off the bloody scabs on her nails.

As Diesel said, there should be no more reinforcements from Detective Hook, and the fate of Priest Anriel who came with them will not be good either.

She didn't feel sad. Even though they shared the same faith, the priests were not close to each other. At least her relationship with Priest Anriel was not as close as the brothers and sisters in the title.

No matter how powerful a priest who cannot create healthy offspring is, he is just a defective product and cannot receive full courtesy from his compatriots.

Regarding the imperfections of the new descendant, she was more angry than she showed to Diesel, but fortunately there was still time to correct everything.

After all, the dark moon hasn't really arrived yet.

She still holds out hope for a truly new era.

Thinking of the possibility of a future full of happiness, the corners of Athena's mouth turned up unconsciously, and she was once again filled with appetite.

For the sake of the clan, she must let this body accumulate more energy.

knock.

The deadbolt of the door lock turned under the influence of the invisible being and returned to the open state.

Athena faced the door, raised her hand to her throat, and made the same sound as Diesel.

"Anson, come into the room. The lady has something to ask you."

"Clayton, what did you see?" Sheriff Martin asked his companion who was also riding a horse.

Although he asked this, he was not nervous at all.

Because it was impossible for anyone to be where the other person was looking. It was the famous landmark of St. Alvin Parish—a tall minaret.

The white marble and stepped tapered tower is the pride of the parish.

The Sheriff's Department of St. Alvin Parish has not been established for a long time, so locals like them have a place to rest and practice guns. Unfortunately, St. Alvin Parish is the most chaotic area in the city. Even if the number of local sheriffs has been expanded due to the increase in the Sheriff's Department, , still not enough to govern the entire diocese. Sheriffs from other parishes are needed to assist.

Clayton Bello is his partner tonight.

This man has a lot of experience. He has only started working as a peace officer in the past few months, but his work is flawless. He is also very good at using his eyes and posture to make people obey. It is said that he once managed indigenous people in the colony, so he has developed this skill. .

"No, it's nothing." Clayton turned his attention back from the minaret.

"When I was in St. Mored's Parish I always thought it was a chaotic place, but these nights it seems to be unreasonably quiet."

Martin shook his waist and adjusted his sitting position on the saddle: "Although St. Alvin Parish is full of gangs, it is not a deserted land. Regarding your worries, I can only say that everything is under control. Those days The biggest bosses all have a sense of proportion, and they will manage their own people well."

"Maybe." Clayton didn't say any more.

Of course he knew the reason for the quietness of St. Alvin Parish, but it was still necessary to test Martin's attitude.

It now appears that these parish natives still harbor feelings of rejection towards their colleagues in other parishes.

That violent gangs can gain such high respect and status here that the locals are proud to think that they are an indispensable part of their living environment is a phenomenon that Clayton cannot understand.

Of course, the attitude of the local residents is not important. What Clayton is more concerned about is that Major Doron carried out a massacre of gang members in the mine, but the local gangs did not respond. This matter was not even mentioned in the parish. The local newspaper - the newspaper in Sasha City never misses anything interesting, let alone a vicious incident in which hundreds of people were killed and injured. Profit-seeking newspapers should be competing with each other to be the first to publish an article.

"Calm" is a very unique phenomenon. Someone is suppressing this news and preventing ordinary people from knowing about it.

But this kind of suppression is not a good thing. He can feel something brewing in the calm.

After walking two blocks, Clayton remembered something more important and stopped to ask Martin again.

"By the way, have you ever seen those legendary monsters? I heard that many people resigned because they saw them, and some people were even eaten by them."

The fellow sheriff's reaction was particularly sneaky. He drove his horse closer to the lieutenant before speaking: "I don't want to discourage you from serving your parishioners, but it is true. If you are afraid, you can Get out of the Sheriff's Department, I mean any Sheriff's Department."

Even during the conversation, Clayton's yellow eyes still scanned the dark corners of the street over and over again, trying to find the culprit that caused his heart palpitations.

"Unless the Sheriff's Department closes down, I think that's unlikely."

Martin nodded appreciatively: "You are very confident. I like people like you. Only if we have more people like you can we restore our reputation."

"What happened?" Clayton wanted to know how far the people's understanding of dark descendants had progressed.

"There are some strange noises in the sewers, like huge animals walking in the pipes, which make the neighbors restless in the middle of the night; homeless people in Chicken Foot Alley feel licked by wild beasts in their sleep, and when they wake up, their clothes are missing. ; Children see strange lights in the sky at night, and just looking at them allows them to spend the night without sleep; several white priests from other places preach on the streets that the world is coming to an end, but they still ask everyone to donate money to buy them Bread; a female prisoner who had been imprisoned many times for theft suddenly claimed that she had become a witch and began to sell homemade elixirs to people around her. It tasted very bitter and was useless, so I arrested her again."

He rambled on for a long time, and finally looked at Clayton: "Can you believe this happened in the last three months?"

"It seems like a bit much."

Clayton had to admit that he seemed to have never paid attention to such nooks and crannies.

It sounds like his life in St. Mored's Parish was peaceful by comparison.

However, he knew that this did not mean that there were no such situations in St. Mored Parish, but that the people who spread these rumors were not familiar with him. In fact, he was not familiar with most of the locals.

If it weren't for work requirements, Clayton would rather stay alone in his room.

Although times have changed, he once had an ideal - to be a successful sculptor, which was a great profession that drew inspiration from loneliness.

If he hadn't put in a lot of hard work during his teenage years, his skills in making fakes wouldn't be as good as they are today.

"I would like to know if there are any more direct eyewitness reports."

Sheriff Martin was silent for a moment, then slightly raised his voice as if unwilling to do so: "There is a more direct one, of course. Old Perrault, the witch in the bricklayer's house, is a decent person, but his mother-in-law is different. She doesn't look the same. Like the people here. This woman was originally a washerwoman, but in the past six months she has shown extraordinary sharpness and madness. I went to see her once because of her reputation, and she said she heard a special sound, although I didn't hear it. Yes, but what she said must be true. I have never seen any other washerwoman with the same energy as her. She can even take burning coals out of the fire without using tongs, and her eyes will glow, like ."

He wanted to say "like a cat", but turned to see Clayton, whose yellow eyes were frighteningly bright under the lantern.

"Did I see it wrong? Your eyes seem to be glowing too?" He covered his holster and raised the lantern and asked. "And your nails, why are your nails black?"

"I eat fish more often, and common sense and medicine show that eating fish is good for people's eyes. They may be a little brighter, but this is the result of my careful maintenance. As for my nails, I accidentally moved the sofa I crushed my finger."

The lieutenant quoted scriptures and argued forcefully that he still belonged to the level of ordinary people.

"Oh my God, you have to be careful then."

Martin took back the lantern half-heartedly. After all, these reasons were reasonable. Secondly, even if Clayton lied, he might not be able to defeat the hostile monster.

"Well, I have to say that woman's eyes are probably about as bright as yours, maybe a little brighter, and she can't afford fish."

"What's her name?" Clayton asked with interest, he wanted to visit.

"Barbara, but don't even think about seeing her. She disappeared recently."

Upon hearing the name, Clayton immediately lost interest. This anomaly was something he had witnessed before, and very often.

But he didn't defend Barbara, saying she also worked for the Sheriff's Department.

If a washerwoman suddenly has the qualifications to become a peace officer, it can explain the problem more directly than a pair of glowing eyes.

Just as two police officers passed by on horseback patrol, a young man on the roadside suddenly shouted in pain and then fell down.