Humiliation, terrible humiliation!

Julius's words were calm and everything seemed to be taken for granted.

Most of the people present were hesitant.

To them, that ugly new shape was too private to be revealed to the public.

Julius' request embarrassed them.

Clayton is one of them.

He believes that the reason "to enhance relations" is really unconvincing, and doing so is just a one-sided attempt to please.

He doesn't want to do this.

Transforming into a werewolf in public is as indecent as taking off your pants in public, and it's true that you're not wearing any.

Such freedom can usually only be done at home.

Even if they knew that a considerable number of people would just look at them and not take action against them, the people at the table could still feel considerable pressure from those eyes.

One is a pig-headed man dressed as a worker in overalls, and the other is Simon, a tramp with a sphinx.

After the two saw the situation in the banquet hall, the old man frowned, while the mustache opened his mouth in horror.

For them, everything they encountered tonight was too exciting and they had no time to react.

Everyone is looking here,

The old man shook his head and did not want to talk to him anymore. He turned to the mustache and said, "Philip, you go and take him to the solitary room. I will decide how long he needs to be kept in solitary confinement after the meeting."

The other invitees in the banquet hall watched helplessly as he dragged Julius away without stopping or following him.

Clayton saw that he was not very sincere. He even hoped that Clayton would not come down because he wanted to take this opportunity to show his value to the Presbyterian Church.

Both the Holy Grail Society and the Presbyterian Church have offended him, and he is not a believer. Unless he works for the queen again, he has no choice but to escape from the city.

There were chandeliers on the ceiling and candlelight flickering on the table, clearly illuminating their dazed faces and the monsters hanging next to them.

Julius on the main seat raised his eyebrows: "The bad news is ahead. If you don't join the Presbyterian Church and expose your identity rashly in Sasha City, we will not give you a second chance. If you are taught by Bai

If the deacon catches him, the consequences may be serious."

After deciding the punishment method for Julius, the old man looked at Clayton and said with a smile: "Mr. Bello, thank you for helping me educate my useless son. But now we have to talk about business. I wonder if you are still interested.

Willingness to work more closely with us?"

The lion's human face revealed the fawning smile of a homeless man, and then it jumped onto the table, and the huge increase in weight made the wooden table scream:

Julius's face was no longer serious and showed some surprise, but that was all.

"I think we shouldn't have conflicts over such trivial matters, what do you think?"

This is an ambitious guy, but nothing more.

Simon's face twisted for a while, and his fangs pierced his lips: "I've never seen it, but so what do you do?!"

Simon has never seen a lion, so he will not deliberately change his attack method to pursue surprise.

"Father, people here really don't know what respect is!" O'Leary stood behind Clayton and lamented. He was still a college student. The reality was too cruel for him. He only regretted not being in front now.

Exit at any point.

They stood up, their bodies expanded to spread the people on both sides, and they showed off their hair and weird heads freely, and they were proud of it. They seemed to think this was a good opportunity to show their strength and adaptability in front of the leaders of the Presbyterian Church.

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Now counting Clayton, there are three men and two women at the table.

The Presbyterian Church seems unreliable, but if you leave like this, you might encounter confrontation in the mansion.

The situation here for Clayton was not good either. He snorted coldly, raised his hand and pushed the long table, and the long table moved forward with a squeaking sound.

"Why don't you all do as you are told? Don't you want to accept the protection of the Presbyterian Church, but plan to hide in the city independently?"

The originally arranged seating distance became crowded as these people began to transform one by one. Clayton and other people who persisted had their seats overturned and had to stand up.

Julius, who claims to be one of the four elders of the Presbyterian Church, can be said to be vulnerable. After being suppressed by Clayton, he did not resist. Instead, he grinned because of the pain, looked embarrassed, and gasped.

Qi said:

"You ran really fast, and I haven't even pulled out my wand yet."

Clayton could withstand many types of humiliation, but Julius's unwarranted arrogance was not one of them.

Clayton weighed his cane and did a stick trick.

The old man stepped forward and looked down at Julius: "Then you make a mess here, just like you do everything else."

Clayton held his cane and pointed the head of the cane in the direction of the heads under the table. Now no one came to the table to challenge.

Although he won, Clayton felt sad in his heart.

Simon was too big. When he stood on the table, others could only watch but could not go on stage. The person who watched Simon the most seriously was Julius on the main seat. He held his chin with his fingers crossed and waited with interest.

They decide the winner.

"Do you think this is a cage fight?" Clayton asked coldly.

Is he pulling out a gun?!

Clayton didn't have time to think carefully. He instantly forgot his dignity and honor, released the werewolf's true form and rushed over.

"How quickly you lose depends on the answer to this question."

"I just wanted to come see the new guy."

"One, two, three, four, five, a total of five people. Everyone has already faced their true self. You are unwilling to do this. It is very unfair to them." He looked at the others: "Which one of you will persuade me?

These five people?”

Unfortunately for O'Reilly, there are guys on both sides of him who want to actively show off their power.

It's still too late for them to become monsters, and their impressions as humans make those who can defeat lions still have considerable deterrence in their eyes.

"Simon, you want to find a chance to fight with me, right?"

Clayton looked back and found that O'Leary and several other gentlemen and ladies were still sitting, with stiff faces.

He stood sideways with his feet forward and back, holding his cane in his right hand like a pointer, pointing forward, and then stared at Simon who was about to make a move.

The homeless man Simon said that his body at the moment was like a lion, with a mane around his human head, just like the Sphinx that Clayton saw in Mesri, a country in the Western Continent.

Mustache immediately started to help Julius and walked out, his movements gentle as if he was not confining him.

Although the sphinx has a face, its attack method is no different from that of a lion.

Clayton felt the power of the other party, and a strong warning came from the bottom of his heart.

"Julius, what did you do again?" the old man asked him.

"Simon, have you ever seen a lion?"

"Mr. Bello, I sincerely suggest that you come down and join us."

Before he finished speaking, he pounced forward. Clayton jumped back to avoid the attack, and he saw the right moment to strike with his cane, hitting Simon's nose right on the bridge. The sound of breaking bones immediately sounded.

After he finished speaking, a few people who were still hesitating made up their minds.

Julius didn't answer him, he just shook the goblet in his hand, green wine rippling inside.

"It's just that as guests, we should abide by the host's rules."

"They know right away what respect is."

The other four people at the table nodded to him and thanked him for maintaining their dignity.

Clayton did not relax. From the corner of his eye, he saw Julius standing up and touching his waist with his right hand.

You have to take him as a hostage.

His front paws were tightly covering his face, trying to relieve the pain.

There was an invisible resistance in front of Julius, but after Clayton increased his strength, it still passed through and hit him, breaking the main chair.

"No such thing, Signor Bello."

He didn't smell danger from Julius, and he also noticed that the three people he felt threatened were not moved by Julius's words, so he made assumptions in his mind and acted without any scruples.

As soon as these two guys revealed the Darkin's body, he was completely squeezed in the middle.

They don't care about anything anymore, but the concept of hygiene is still at the human level.

Julius tilted his head: "I want to know more about them, there's nothing wrong with that."

Except for the three people who shared the table because they were sitting too far away, no one paid attention to them from beginning to end. Apart from those ugly guys who couldn't take care of themselves, there were a total of nineteen people staring at the five people at the table.

Of course, there are some people with alternative forms who won't burst their clothes, or who don't care about it.

Just as Clayton was about to go out from the exit, an old man with the same dark green hair walked in. He was wearing a very ordinary gray suit, followed by the red tuxedo mustache who had come to the banquet hall to inform them of the meal.

The sphinx was rubbing its claws, and was stunned when he heard this question:

"What kind of problem is this?"
To be continued...