Thinking highly of yourself

Clayton maintained a cautious attitude, covering his head with one hand and his heart with the other, and walked towards the basement.

The young man left in the basement was standing next to the huge sarcoma. Clayton's peripheral vision glanced over and saw that at his feet was the head of a Salvation Army officer and the body of a soldier.

Seeing Clayton come in, he suddenly drew a flintlock musket and fired.

He aimed accurately, and he also caught the right moment when Clayton lowered his head and couldn't see clearly when he fired. The silver bullet that restrained the dark descendant passed through Clayton's palm and hit the thick muscles of his chest, splattering with blood.

But that's all, it didn't penetrate the lungs or heart further.

The projectile didn't have enough kinetic energy, which was the only mistake.

Such pain can no longer make Clayton lose control. Although Clara is not very powerful, she is still good at torturing people with mental magic.

In short, his tolerance increased.

He didn't wait for the opponent to pounce or take out a second gun to shoot, so he put down his hand and looked at the opponent.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slightly childish face.

This person from the Holy Grail Society may not be called a young man, but a teenager would be more appropriate, but he is just about the same height as an adult.

"Have you encountered any supernatural monsters?"

"Then it's time for you to recognize your position now."

Only then did Clayton remember that he had never told him his identity, and easily squeezed his fist: "I forgot to mention, I am Clayton, and I am also a werewolf."

The boy's breathing became heavy: "Moore."

"generally."

The huge wolf head was in front of him.

Even if the shooter is an ordinary person, if he can fire five or six guns in a narrow space, there is still a risk of death on the spot, even if he is a knight.

"Okay, you should know what situation you are in. I suggest you tell the truth and say as much as you want."

Joe answered one by one. At the same time, because he was hanging facing the window, he couldn't see Clayton. If the tone hadn't changed, he might not have recognized that the deep voice belonged to Clayton.

"It's a few people I don't know."

"We have come to seek the guidance of the sacred object, hoping to use it to transform into mortal beings."

"Let's do it all over again. I just happened to have a question I forgot to ask. What's your name?"

"It's nothing." He said it, his tone seemed to be hypnotizing himself.

Realizing that he failed to kill with one blow, the young man looked shocked, but made no further moves.

"Uh, does a werewolf count?"

The young man said sincerely: "Of course, I really surrender this time."

"I'm going to put you down."

Joe, who had a sore back, massaged his cold abdomen and turned to face Clayton.

"Maybe, but your achievements are obviously not as high as theirs."

Still being held in Clayton's hand, the young man raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the blood under his nose, insisting on trying to show his dignity: "I probably ran away after I found you. It's such a useless thing. He obviously still has a gun in his hand.

And he swore allegiance."

"That's okay, you can say it earlier next time." Qiao said with an expressionless expression, taking back his hand that was in severe pain.

"We can talk later, but shut up now."

"How dare the Presbyterians openly defy the contract? Aren't you afraid of the mediator?!"

If he hadn't been dealing with the little freaks collected by Father Petty recently and improved his psychological adaptability, Joe felt that he would probably scream and deny reality.

"What are you doing here tonight?"

This look on his face made Clayton feel familiar.

Why not do it myself? Joe thought, but he didn't refuse the job.

The window was wide open, and the cold moonlight shone on his bare belly.

With manic blood flowing, Clayton in werewolf form didn't like others to contradict him.

His lantern was turned over beside him, the fire was out, and the gun was thrown away somewhere.

"We are looking for the holy object."

The boy's expression was approaching horror, but it was not because of the violence, but because he discovered Clayton's identity.

After speaking, Clayton told Joe: "Come here and give him two slaps."

"You think you're smart?"

Then there is only one answer.

Clayton didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but he gave him a high look.

"Where are your people?" He turned around and asked his captives sarcastically.

"I just called you, why didn't you respond?"

Clayton had to stop, lest there be no one left to ask questions for a while.

It's just that this sentence is really unconvincing to someone with a criminal record.

When he saw the harpy, he felt that Clayton's reaction was too calm, and he did not consider going to the church with him to seek asylum. It was obviously easier that way. But he had not thought that the truth would be like this.

"They are different. Sacred objects are materials that assist rituals."

Joe subconsciously answered Clayton's voice, then stepped back toward the window and punched the werewolf on the head.

"Very well, Moore, what are you doing here tonight?"

Although he couldn't see it on the surface, there seemed to be waves in his heart.

Two red slap marks soon appeared on the boy's face.

this is nothing.

The worst part is that he was hung upside down in the attic.

Clayton's words hit the nail on the head, and the young man's expression suddenly changed: "No one can control everything, and there are many well-known scholars who have died under the sword of reckless men. Saints may also be expelled from the Holy See."

Clayton didn't know who the mediator was, but he knew that it was unreasonable for the people of the Holy Grail Society to recognize him as a member of the Presbyterian Church as soon as they met. He had only joined not long ago, and he was usually sure that no one would monitor his whereabouts.

"I didn't hear it."

The boy's eyes and tone made Clayton feel uncomfortable. After thinking for a long time, he realized that it was the attitude of those who thought they had the truth when facing unbelievers, but it was not entirely like this.

Clayton cut the rope with his nails, and Joe tried his best to protect his head and neck before falling to the ground, slapping it to the ground like a piece of bacon.

"The Blood Ritual of Desire?"

"Indeed, smart people will not end up like you."

He glared at the werewolf and Joe, especially Joe.

The lieutenant found it difficult to adapt to being a werewolf immediately, so Joe Mani was indeed not a mortal.

The werewolf strode forward and reached down with his claws to clasp his head.

He roughly dragged the prisoner out of the basement and worked his way up to find Joe.

Clayton poked his face with his nails, making him turn his head to look at him.

This kind of thing is not good.

He held the boy's head and banged it against the wall. The boy didn't resist at all, as if he was just an ordinary person. Although he didn't faint immediately, his face turned red and his nose even started to bleed.

Dark, strong, and a standard monster image that seems to appear in a storybook is right at your fingertips.

"I hope women can be kinder to me," Joe said.

He asked Joe: "Who attacked you?"

He looked very embarrassed, but there were almost no injuries, and the person who captured him was nowhere to be found. Seeing this situation, the boy who was captured by Clayton felt regretful.

Even if he falls from the fourth floor, he won't be eaten by a werewolf!

There was too much dust here, but Clayton was sure he smelled perfume.

But it's okay now, it's just that I know someone with another identity.

"The three envoys of the Holy Grail Society, the Harpy, the Spider Priest, and you. Is this list correct?"

Sure enough, I still can't accept it.

Since he is not a human being, of course he is more accepting of the existence of harpies, and he will also reject the church.

"We can't talk about the special envoy. I'm just following the special envoy."

No matter what method you use to deal with these people from the Holy Grail Society, it can't be said to be cruel.

Clayton planned to interrogate him in the attic, so he threw him into a corner and asked Joe to tie him up.

Someone from the Grail Society had seen him at the Pulitzer Mansion.

“What does the specific operation look like?”

"I don't know either, but Haun knows that he is the guardian here." Moore showed an ugly smile: "But we didn't find him. According to your methods, he should be speechless now."

What he said is realistic.

Clayton thought for a while: "Qiao, come here again."
Chapter completed!