What some people don't know is that in addition to the sun and the dark moon, the most inconspicuous regular moon also gives blessings.

Although astronomers and astrologers have discovered that the regular moonlight originates from the refraction of sunlight, that daytime blessing does acquire new properties after being refracted by celestial bodies.

Those who receive the blessing of the moon are the least conspicuous,

Their bodies are weak and cannot be restrained by silver and other holy objects. Only a few of the extraordinary powers they obtain can be improved through practice.

But some innate abilities are even more bizarre than those of the cursed among the darkspawn.

The Beastwalker is a manifestation of the blessings of the moon.

They have similarities with the shapeshifters among the dark descendants, such as the ability to speak beastly, but there are more differences.

Werewolves have three forms: human, werewolf and wolf form.

Clayton has not yet mastered the last one, but in any case, these changes were carried out on his original human body.

The beastwalkers are different, they have two separate bodies.

Their contract with the Holy Grail Society does not allow this to happen.

Even if everyone knows it well, they can't say it out loud.

Haun seemed to be a rat walker, and Clayton had just killed his human body, which meant that when Creighton looked at the densely packed black rats in the mansion, he still had to kill Haun once.

The one who wins in the end is the "eating" side.

Opening the door to the basement, the structure of the basement here is quite similar to that of Clayton's house. It is still a slope that requires him to bend down and lower his head to enter, but the collection inside is even more amazing than his home.

"This is a piece of placenta."

The scent evaporated quickly and the mice fled back as fast as they came.

"It seems no one can explain to me what this is." Clayton said to himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the weird sarcoma.

He mockingly stuffed the Horn rat into the birdcage. It squatted on the head and chewed Clara's blond hair angrily, causing her to protest fiercely.

"Clara, do you know what this is?"

"Clara is going to be eaten!" Clara screamed in horror in the birdcage.

Of course, the speed of the mouse cannot keep up with the werewolf, and its ending is very clear.

No rats would dare attack Clayton for at least three hours.

Nails and teeth were inserted into the flesh, and blood flowed.

When the rats retreated, only one rat stood in place.

The metal wires of the birdcage are tightly arranged, but silver is not a strong metal, and rats will definitely not mind grinding their teeth on it. If a rat eats it, the body will not be able to recover anyway.

Clayton stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the table in dissatisfaction: "Elder, you know that's not what I want to know."

A terrifying blood-red sarcoma stretched out thick and long blood vessels like a plant, taking root deeply in the concrete floor.

Haun said before that this is a sacred object, an important thing that "mother" asked him to protect.

The reason is that he has richer life experience.

He licked his teeth and felt no nausea at all. He only felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth.

Maybe it can be burned with fire, or maybe he can do it a few more times

"I discovered something strange."

Clara plays normally: "Clara doesn't know."

Before the conversation, Elder Gronje had hinted to him not to reveal that the source of this thing belonged to the Holy Grail Society. If he knew the source and still accepted Clayton's trophies, it would be equivalent to the Elders Council supporting him in attacking the Holy Grail Society.

Natural mint has the ability to repel rats.

But it seems to have no pain nerves and maintains a uniform expansion and contraction movement during the process of being fed.

Its height is too high, and the place where it reaches the top of the basement is completely flat, and the meat slowly expands and contracts like breathing.

But this time, the special medicine could not overcome his natural desire. He took off his clothes on his own initiative, transformed into a werewolf form, and threw himself on the lump of meat to feast on it.

"Clara, don't underestimate Clayton."

Of course, it also felt a natural aversion to the smell of mint, but human rationality made it restrain its instinct immediately. It still wanted to command other mice not to retreat, but instead was knocked out of balance by other mice and failed to imitate their actions in time.

, to become a “gregarious” mouse.

Clayton asked him, "So what is this?"

Since Clayton developed the habit of eating raw meat, in addition to more frequent oral cleaning, he often carries oral deodorant with him, which happens to contain a large amount of peppermint essential oil.

Clayton didn't know what it was, and he didn't need to know what it was. As long as it was destroyed by something that the Holy Grail would care about, it would be revenge, and eating it would be a way to destroy it.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

When Clayton felt a strong sense of fullness and voluntarily stopped eating, the lump of meat was less than one-tenth smaller and still active.

Strangely, Clayton smelled an alluring aroma from it.

"This placenta is not something you can buy. It looks extraordinary. I couldn't control my appetite after seeing it," Clayton said.

Clayton didn't expect oral deodorant to be so effective. He held the Horn rat in his hand and observed it. The rat's pure black eyes were not sure if they were looking at him, but this body was much cleaner than its human body.

many.

"How did I lose control?"

Groene picked up a piece of flesh and blood that was still crawling that Clayton had brought back, observed it carefully under a magnifying glass, then tore off a bit with his own hands and put it into his mouth to chew, nodding with satisfaction.

He didn't know where Gronje himself was, but after he told the news about the loot at the Pulitzer family mansion, Gronje himself rushed over.

Groene pondered for a moment: "The placenta has the sacred image of being connected to life. Fresh placenta is used in many rituals. If it is the placenta of a powerful strange beast, the effectiveness of the magic will be terrifying, and it may even contain a certain content of it.

It's normal for blessings and curses to attract your appetite. By the way, how much did you eat?"

"But knowing more is not a bad thing. Being particularly nutritious means that it can enhance your abilities and help you master the power of werewolves faster." Gronje swallowed the flesh and blood, not intending to joke with Clayton: "I

I suggest you go to the market to buy more, they will be really useful to you."

But you can imagine how difficult it is to find the one with a human soul among these thousands of ordinary mice.

He couldn't believe that he could still have an appetite for something so ugly and profane, but after thinking about it, he had eaten Clara, and he felt less uncomfortable.

Clayton was calm and composed, and the rats surrounded them, but this did not mean that Haun could cause him much trouble.

This thing is so weird that ordinary cutting alone may not be able to destroy it.

Clayton had already lost control of his emotions once today and had taken special medicine from the Presbyterian Church.

Also, he is a little hungry now and doesn't mind eating something.

“Very incredible”

This courage and uniqueness had no good consequences.

Grone simply put the whole piece of flesh and blood into his mouth, chewing it with blood splashing everywhere:

"What is this?" he asked Haun Mouse, but the latter's body was now just an ordinary mouse, its intelligence was greatly degraded compared to that of a human body, and its vocal cord structure did not allow it to answer with a human voice.

"It's extremely nutritious."

"Less than one tenth."

This is what Clayton told Elder Gronje.

The werewolf didn't know whether he was conscious or not, but he began to unconsciously defend the behavior of eating this thing.

This thing doesn't seem to have any attack organs, so it can be eaten.

The lieutenant's face was now a giant compared to it: "Now we can see together what the Holy Grail will leave here."

In the southern part of the kingdom, some people were surprised to find that when mint flower arrangements were placed in their homes, pesky rodents no longer wanted to visit that room.

When one of the bodies loses consciousness, the beastwalker's soul will attach itself to the other body and continue to act.

Although the surface looks bumpy, on the other hand, no poison glands have been found, so it should be edible.

One is a human, and the other is their corresponding animal, but neither possesses extraordinary powers—except that the animal body can enjoy the same lifespan as the human body.

Rats swarmed towards them like a black tide.

He took out the glass bottle of deodorant from his coat pocket, held it up with his right hand and crushed it. The fragrant and irritating liquid inside spilled out and was smeared on his body and the birdcage indiscriminately.

"I wonder what's so special about it?"

After turning Clara around, Clayton put his clothes back on, regretting and thinking seriously.

"It seems you have pretty good self-control."

Creighton knew he had misunderstood something: "That placenta is taller than me."

Elder Gronje's expression lost control for the first time. He frowned and began to taste the taste in his mouth.

"That must be a very awesome evil beast!"
Chapter completed!