Chapter 115 The times are calling

When all 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.

At that time, she will personally handle all matters related to the Holy Grail.

If it weren't for the incompetence of Hook's detectives, another priest would have arrived in Sasha City to handle the follow-up affairs.

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.

Passing the border. In order to be smuggled across the border, Priest Anriel gave up nearly all the blood in his body to disguise himself as a mummy of Mesri.

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

However, Priest Anrel seems to have encountered setbacks at the transfer center.

"No, it's nothing." Clayton shifted his gaze back from the minaret.

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.

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

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

Sheriff Martin was silent for a moment, then slightly raised his voice as if unwilling to do so: "More directly. Of course there is. The witch of the bricklayer's house, old Perot is a decent person, but his mother-in-law is different, she looks different.

Like the people here. This woman was originally a washerwoman, but in the past six months she has behaved unusually.

Keenness and madness. I went to see her once because of her reputation. She said she heard a special sound. Although I didn't hear it, what she said must be true. I have never seen other washerwomen who have the same sound as her.

She can even pull burning coals out of a fire without using tongs, and her eyes glow, like..."

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

knock.

"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."

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.

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

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

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

It now appears that locals in these dioceses still harbor feelings of rejection towards their colleagues in other dioceses.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fellow sheriff's reaction was particularly sneaky. He drove his horse closer to the lieutenant before he spoke: "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."

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

"Calm" is a very unique phenomenon. Someone is suppressing this news and not letting ordinary people know about it.

She still holds out hope for a truly new era.

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

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

"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?"

"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; the 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 makes them sleepless.

Spent the night; several white priests from out of town preached on the streets that the world was coming to an end, but still asked everyone to donate money to buy bread for them; a female prisoner who had been imprisoned many times for theft suddenly claimed that she had become a wizard and began to tell people around her

Selling a homemade panacea that was very bitter and useless, so I arrested her again.”

"Oh my god, you have to be careful."

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

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

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

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

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Violent gangs can gain such high respect and status here that the locals are proud of them and consider them to be an indispensable part of their living environment. This 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 something 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.

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

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.

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

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

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."

"It seems like a bit much."

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

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.

"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."

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

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

Clayton Bello is his partner tonight.

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,

, is still not enough to manage the entire parish. Sheriffs from other parishes need to be dispatched to assist.

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

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

If it were not for work requirements, Clayton would rather stay alone in his room.

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

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

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

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

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

Upon hearing this name, Clayton immediately lost interest. He had witnessed this abnormality, and it was very frequent.

However, he did not defend Barbara, saying that she also worked for the Sheriff's Department.

If a washerwoman suddenly has the qualifications to become a peace officer, she 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.
Chapter completed!