Chapter 41 The Rat Raider

Clayton continued to wander around the house, searching for anything left behind by the Holy Grail.

He returned to the third floor and explored the remaining rooms before getting some results.

In a room that seemed to be used by adults, he found a strange scripture. The cover was gilded and the language was in an unfamiliar language. But when he opened it, he found that it was just the most basic holy book of the White Sect, "Heralds".

”, which records the stories of the prophets who first sensed Heavenly Father’s will.

Part of the content is highlighted with red pen.

"The Heavenly Father commands leopards, lions and she-wolves to test people and make them obedient. Those who disobey will live forever in the place where the sun dies. Those who are willing to obey will be led by spiritual dogs into the fairyland."

"I don't know." This was Clayton's assessment.

But this was the only thing related to the Holy Grail Society that could be found on the third floor. He thought about it and put it away.

Return to the second floor again,

But this time Clayton felt something strange.

When he stepped down the stairs, he seemed to hear something running, but when he looked in the direction of the sound, he could only see white walls and floors.

Clayton turned his head and looked out the window at the garbage pile piled up to the second floor, and suddenly realized that it might be household garbage that he had discarded alone.

This unusual phenomenon made him wary and his steps slowed down.

This house has been vacant for who knows how many years, why are there still rats there?

In this house with closed doors and windows, it seems that the movement of people has brought the rotten air in the house, and some different smells are rising up from the next floor.

Until Clara made a voice: "Haun, is it Haun? This is Clara!"

Does anyone else live here?

Clayton's ears twitched and his head turned to the corner under the stairs.

Haun's body fell to the dust, but the rats kept pouring out and gathering.

"Then how do you get food?"

Clayton couldn't believe him. The entrance looked too narrow and it was not easy to get in.

"You are not your mother's boy, but a heathen, are you?" Haun sneered and read out the content of "Heralds": "'Follow the footsteps of the messengers with full reverence, but if they stagnate, you should know what they are doing.

That's not true.' Even if you are a member of the congregation, you must know that you cannot let me go down first to pay homage to the holy relics, otherwise I will be guilty of blaspheming the special envoy."

However, he was not curious about Clara's current appearance, nor did he ask why they came downstairs, which made Clayton feel very wary.

Haun pointed to an unusual piece of ground beside the door, where there was a movable wooden board with iron edges: "The entrance to the basement is below. My hands are dirty, so go down by yourself."

A black creature with long hair, smelly, no clothes, and that seemed to be human was carrying a mouse upstairs and talking to himself.

"That's great." Hao En sighed, but the malice in his eyes did not dissipate at all.

After the water in the house was cut off, Haun had no way to keep himself clean. He could only try not to go upstairs to avoid soiling other places.

"You can go down too. It's my first time here and I don't know much about this place."

But what's hidden here isn't in the yard.

They ended up at the back door at the other end of the hallway.

He took Clayton downstairs, through the first-floor corridor where old clothes and rags were piled up to make carpets, past the dining room where the table was full of rotten food, and the bathroom, which was already unbearable to look at from the door.

"mouse?"

"Is it Clara?" Haun's voice was full of shock.

He gave up his position and motioned for Haun to go down first, but Haun didn't move, and the look in his eyes changed.

Is this Haun?

Clayton watched him as he walked up slowly holding on to the handrail.

"So where is mom now? Can I go see her?" Haun asked him.

Clayton didn't want to talk to him anymore and went straight to the point: "Where is the thing that mom ordered you to take care of? I need to go over and see its status."

Haun also looked at her and answered affirmatively: "Clara will die too, and she will go to hell for bringing a heretic home!"

Clayton has been studying extraordinary people with talents in the past few days and knows that such people can communicate with beasts, but in the city they can only summon birds and mice.

"Of course Clara is not a hallucination!" Clara also shouted.

He could not have imagined that the child he was still feeling sorry for just now would become like this.

He has had many interactions with this furry creature in the countryside. They are always willing to be roommates with humans. If there are no humans near their nests, they will quickly move away because the food they need is provided by humans.

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Clara was finally able to speak, and she looked at Haun in horror.

Clayton wasn't sure.

His right hand turned into a sharp claw, and the cold light flashed across Haun's neck in an instant, and blood spurted out from the gap in the artery.

If Haun made a sneak attack while he was going down, or placed some trap inside, he would not be able to take out his hand to counterattack for a few seconds.

The smell of fresh shit.

"Of course, of course." Hao En nodded as if taking credit.

Just as Clara was about to speak, Clayton put his fingers through the birdcage into her mouth and spoke for her: "Yes, she misses you very much, but she also has to take care of other children, so she asked me to come.

, and took away some things she couldn’t take away at the time.”

Haun's condition is unknown, but his current situation seems to be similar to Clara's.

"Of course, I have always been obedient. In order to guard those things, I stayed here every day and never left. I missed you every day and wrote a diary. But my mother never brought you back. I kept waiting, but then I went to wash

There is no water in the room, and I can't get water for bathing, so I have to stay down there, otherwise I will get dirty." He got up and rambled on, his tone and eyes still like that of a child.

He has been staying on the first floor for the past few years, causing the first floor and the floors above to be completely different worlds.

As soon as he got closer, he discovered that the black color on the surface of the creature was completely formed by years of dirt and a large amount of hair, and the stench hit his nostrils.

"Clara is going to die too?"

Countless black rats squeaked out from the cracks in the walls, the garbage piles indoors, and the broken drainage pipes in the corners, and in the blink of an eye, a new layer of "wallpaper" was put on the room. It only took a few seconds.

As soon as the clock hit, Clayton saw hundreds of them appear, and they were still pouring out from behind.

Clayton twitched the corner of his mouth, and when Clara heard his lie, her teeth began to work harder, but not really too hard.

The black humanoid stopped and his gaze suddenly locked downwards on Clara's head.

It seems that he has matured a lot.

The vibration in the wall was heard again, and it moved with the movement of the black figure.

The old floor made a grunting sound under pressure, and the secret running sounds and vibrations suddenly disappeared.

Before he finished speaking, the whole house began to tremble, and dust began to fall from the ceiling.

Behind the door was a yard with knee-deep grass. Clayton had seen it from the roof, so he knew that he had been calculating the area and location of the indoor layout.

He quickly shifted his gaze and looked at Clayton, then reached out and grabbed the lieutenant's clothes and tore them hard a few times. In such a short time, Clayton had already seen that his true face was much older than himself.

Only then did Clayton remember that Clara seemed to be his same age.

He was still a little shy when he said this.

"So, I hate religious fanatics." Clayton muttered softly amidst the noise of the rats.

"You are all going to die." Haun gave them a life plan.

Clayton opened his eyes wide.

Hao En lay on the ground crying and laughing, and it took him a while to recover.

Clayton picked his ears.

"Her mission has been completed. She killed Joe Mani, but your mission will continue."

If just now it was a transfer of trust and attachment to his mother, now it is an unforgettable hatred.

"Did mom ask you to come to me? She still remembers me, right?"

There were strange voices there, the voices were aged and full of nervousness.

Taming animals to help you find food sounds like a bestiality whisperer.

"My friends will bring me food." Hao En came closer, and when he opened his mouth, there was a stupefying smell.

He pointed to the birdcage and asked Clayton: "Then why is Clara here?"

Clara is a contracted demon after all. The Spider Priest came to Sasha City and did not look for her for two consecutive months. This was probably because he saw Joe Mani alive and abandoned her because he thought her mission had failed, or he simply thought she was dead.

Probably all the rats in the parish are here.

That's a very fresh taste.

"It's not an illusion!" Hao En cheered up and screamed: "This time it's not an illusion!"
To be continued...