Matters

When the dark green-haired old man decided to sit down, a large number of servants began to move.

They brought the chair, cleaned the floor, helped Simon back on the chair, and restored everything to the way it was before nothing happened.

Clayton also put on new pants, but the other shapeshifters did not receive such good treatment. They could only keep the monster's body and move the chairs farther apart.

The old man sat down on the new chair,

He has a fair face and no beard, but he has a manly spirit that speaks for itself.

"I am Elder Gronje of the Presbyterian Church. The boy who was sitting here talking nonsense just now is my son. I apologize to you on his behalf."

He revealed this section sincerely and lightly, and the atmosphere of suspicion and fear in the banquet hall disappeared.

It seems that they were originally going to have a meeting here, and the farce just now was just a vase accidentally broken during the meeting.

"Now let me introduce to you the situation here."

"If you want to become a member, in addition to reporting information here, you can also choose to go to No. 15 Xiangyou Street and No. 266 Coconut Street. These are the strongholds of the Presbyterian Church. You are welcome to visit at any time."

"Most of the shapeshifters, or orcs, can usually hide very well, but they may lose control at any time because their nature is stimulated. A small number of people have completely lost their normal bodies, and must always be prepared to lie to family and friends."

Grone narrowed his eyes, and the people he spoke to began to whisper.

Groene looked at these newborns. Even for his age, it was the first time that so many new people suddenly appeared.

"We really don't have many reservations for high-paying jobs in Sasha City, but companies overseas are in need of some help. If you are willing to work on ships, or deal with the red natives in the colonies, in addition to money, we will also open more

permission as compensation.”

"The government and the Baijiao have always known about our existence, and currently have no intention of hostility. As long as we restrain our hands, we are still citizens of the empire. But correspondingly, if your identity is exposed at the social level, the government will have to arrest you.

You guys. So although we have powers beyond mortals, our most important job is to hide them. This does not mean that our powers are just for show. We also enjoy the right to use our talents as long as we do not break the rules."

"What about people who don't have jobs?" Simon has recovered, but his nose is a little red.

He waved, and the servant next to him brought a suitcase. After it was spread out on the table and opened, there was a honeycomb-like structure inside, with dark brown medicine bottles embedded in the hexagonal grids.

"As pioneers, our long-term efforts to fight against nature have paid off."

He didn't have time to meet one by one, so he could only come together at the end of the month to "re-educate" them.

They didn't pay much attention to it at that time. It wasn't until more and more mutated newborns were born, and some of them made a big noise in the lower city, that he officially began to pay attention to the concept of Judgment Day, and strengthened the supervision of hospitals, sewers and other areas.

monitoring.

Even though there were not so many extraordinary elements, Clayton felt reassured by the familiarity, which made him feel that he could control the situation.

"We don't want money, what we want is intelligence, intelligence from any industry."

Gronier had twice as many wrinkles on his forehead when he looked at him, but his tone was still kind: "They are pupating. There is no cure. Next, I can't think of anything but work, but we will send money to their families."

In the past few months, members of the Presbyterian Church reported picking up unidentified newborns.

The group corresponding to that table was not present.

He finally looked at the completely empty table, but said nothing.

What a good way to handle this, Clayton thought.

Grone smiled and did not wait for their reply: "It seems too early to say this now, but we have plenty of time to think about it."

The matter was so important that he had to come in person.

Most overseas environments are very harsh, and many climates are not suitable for ordinary people to live there, but if you are a dark descendant, there will be no problem.

He looked at the tables in turn, starting with the one occupied by only three people:

"The cursed have magical powers, but only they know the price. Pain will always be greater than happiness."

"What if the market stays the same?" someone asked Groene.

He picked up the suitcase upright to show it, then quickly put it down, taking out only one bottle in his hand.

He quickly received a reply: "As long as the situation is true, we also want the same data."

In the era when the Dark Moon disappears, natural reproduction is the only way to increase the number.

"This is a special medicine for shape-shifters. Just one pill can last for a day. The effect is to free you from the control of your nature, but the body will also be temporarily weak. The cursed person can also temporarily get rid of pain. This bottle has three

Fifteen pills. As long as you report the situation of your industry once a month, you can receive one bottle at a time."

"I will not hand over my shares casually."

"The Elders will find ways to help you continue to hide, but this is not free help."

"We don't need shares in your company, we want channels and opportunities."

Groene put away his suitcase and stood up from the main seat: "Then everyone can leave now. I decided to do as we said and take away the handkerchief I got when I entered the mansion. I don't want to join the Presbyterian Church.

Just leave the handkerchief. If you want to think slowly, we also have guest rooms here for the night.”

He has almost never done such a thing as raising a newborn, and the same goes for everyone else. At most, they can only raise their own little ones.

However, considering what the other party needs, such treatment is just a normal investment.

His conditions were so good that Clayton felt a little creepy when he was watching.

A man, the one who had been unwilling to transform just now, said in a deep voice: "I wonder how much the Presbyterian Church's helping hand is worth?"

"The Sasha City Presbyterian Church is not a fraternal gang organization. Our main mode of operation is formal business operations, and we are only temporarily borrowing Mr. Pulitzer's family reputation to operate."

He noticed that Gronje did not mention that ethnic group when explaining the efficacy of the medicine. The interests of the hybrids had nothing to do with him, but he wanted to know the attitude of the Presbyterian Church.

Clayton took a look and felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in some issue of the newspaper.

Except for Julius, the entire recruitment process of the Presbyterian Church is very consistent with business rules.

Then there are the ugly and paralyzed guests.

Groene looked at Clayton's table.

"Although dark descendants are the same kind in the eyes of ordinary people, the differences between us are actually greater than the relationship between monkeys and horses. Wizards are even counted as dark descendants in the classification of some sects. And the only thing we have in common is that

It’s at night that its full power comes into play.”

Antique trading is an already very rigid industry, and the market prices remain unchanged for a long time, so it doesn't matter if you tell the Presbyterian Church.

"What about the hybrids? Will these drugs also work on them?" Clayton asked a question.

Clayton and several other business people were thoughtful.

"Now let me give you some basic information. Your evaluator may have told you something, but it is not specific."

He chose to take the handkerchief and left the banquet hall while others were still thinking.

"In that case, we will have jobs, but the salary is not high." Gronje looked at him and encouraged: "I think a great young man like you should have his own business. If you are willing to learn a trade, the Presbyterian Church will also

Help you."

Clayton smelled a strong medicinal smell.

"I suggest you collect the information first and apply for the special medicine the day after tomorrow."

Groene's answer was beyond the man's expectation: "No matter what kind of information it is, we are very interested in collecting it, even information specific to a certain person. Of course, if you are an outstanding entrepreneur like Mr. Jeffrey,

, there are other ways we can cooperate.”

Grone raised his hand, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Clayton didn't care about this - because Groene seemed to be a man of rules at the moment.

The group of dark descendants in the banquet hall now have been screened.

He also seems to be a famous entrepreneur.

"Some say this power is a blessing, some say it is a curse. We still don't have a definite conclusion, but these changes do bring some disadvantages."

"Insects, after becoming pupae, have absolute rationality, but they are also forgetful, stupid, and do not know what feelings are."

This industry is not one where you can make a lot of money just by relying on intelligence.

Just as he was about to walk out of the mansion, a call came from behind,

"Clayton Bello."

Clayton stopped and found that Philip with a mustache in a red dress had caught up. This time his attitude was much more correct.

"Mr. Bello, Elder Groni would like to invite you to come over."
Chapter completed!