Chapter 5 Live and die

Life is like a pool of stagnant water.

If the stagnant water is left for a long time, there will be some unexpected garbage in it.

Clayton held a candle to light the cellar, and his tawny eyes sparkled in the gloom with only a little light.

There were many iron chain hooks hanging on the top of the cellar. He used them to hang raw meat to prevent rats from eating it.

But this cannot prevent people.

A man was facing away from him, munching on the hanging frozen meat. His shoulders were hunched, the sound of chewing was continuous, and the iron chain connecting the pieces of meat was shaking.

Clayton had previously speculated that the Holy Grail would have the ability to control the living dead, and now this has been confirmed.

Those who were half alive and half dead were tortured in life, and their death was more painful than others. Therefore, the souls of the dead were bound to the rotting corpses and were full of rage. The wizard knew how to awaken them to work for him.

It is said that they are full of rancid odor, have a similar diet to werewolves, and their hunger is never satisfied.

The third place is near the General Security Office of St. Mellon Parish.

But Clayton didn't know if he, a werewolf, would be rejected by the church, so his feet stopped at the door.

But Clayton never thought that the other party would lose control in front of raw meat.

The first is near the infantry camp of Santaros Parish,

The second is near the White Curtain Cathedral in the city center.

This is all the fault of the Holy Grail Society.

Clayton had no intention of letting it succeed. He turned his waist and transferred the weight to his right leg. He raised his left leg slightly and aimed at the knee of the living dead with a quick and powerful side kick.

Joe didn't tell him much about the Holy Grail Society, possibly to prevent him from getting involved deeper, but now that option was no longer available.

Clayton remembered his smell because he had seen it in the theater.

Clayton's clothes are carefully matched for business and socializing, and his appearance is not bad either. His elegant appearance makes it difficult for people to doubt him easily.

The living dead didn't say anything. It pulled out a short knife from its waist, bent its knees a little, and then pounced forward.

Because the dead man was trespassing illegally and had violent behavior, he would not be convicted of murder even if he died.

The strength of the living dead is much greater than that of ordinary men. If it were him in the past, it might be more difficult to cope with it.

The monster that had lost its humanity did not give up just because its right hand was restrained. It grabbed Clayton's wrist with its left hand, and then opened its mouth and bit it - its teeth were unexpectedly neat.

Clayton got out of the car, paid, and frowned at the cross spire staring at the building.

The carriage stopped in front of a small church with white walls and red roof.

Fortunately for Clayton, the carriage didn't travel long before he smelled Joe's scent.

Can't hold back.

He was going to find Joe Mani to find out.

The priest motioned for him to wait here for a while, and then walked into the church. After a while, a middle-aged man came out.

This middle-aged man had no hair on his head and a beard. Only the upper half of his face was exposed. Deep wrinkles appeared on both sides of his nose. However, his steps were as brisk as a young man. When he saw Clayton, there was a flash in his eyes.

Different colors.

The church is the domain of God. If there is a divine protection in the church that can forcibly transform him like the Bishop's Seal of the Inquisition, then his social status will be over.

The driver tightened the reins, causing the horse to slow down and turn slightly to the right.

Being a peace officer is not a job, but a part-time job that ordinary people do out of a sense of justice.

Coming out of the St. Mellon Parish Sheriff's Department, Clayton was in an unprecedentedly bad mood.

Although Clayton has night vision, this is just because his eyes are easier to focus on light. He still cannot see clearly in places where there is no light, such as in a cellar, so he still needs to bring lighting equipment.

"As commanded."

Clayton raised his free right hand and grabbed his wrist to prevent the blade from hurting himself.

In the darkness, he untied the hand that was still holding him tightly. When he touched it, he felt the soft skin with residual warmth, and his mind suddenly went blank.

Logically speaking, the living dead cannot speak, but when Clayton saw the other person in the theater, he was quite active and could make complex expressions and movements, so he tried to communicate for the time being.

"Let's take a look around this parish. I want to get familiar with it."

Clayton followed him and sat in: "Coachman, do as I just said and walk more in this parish."

The driver, who had been squinting at the front, opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the reins:

"Sir, where do you want to go?"

No matter how you change the appearance, the smell will not change.

Clayton took off his round felt hat: "I think it's him."

After making the decision, he held the candle with his left hand high, but his right hand that was caught suddenly pulled back, causing the living dead who had lost the mobility of one leg to fall towards him. Then he switched his center of gravity, stood still with his left leg, and

Remember to hit the opponent's temple with a knee strike from right to left.

After the body fell, the cellar fell into darkness.

He was Joe Money, and Clayton recognized him.

The coachman raised the reins, the horse pulling the cart raised its hooves, and the wheels rumbled and turned, running through the mud and water, causing a panic among the crowded pedestrians.

Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, the other party may increase its interference.

He stood at the door for a while, and a priest wearing a black cassock came out and said:

Joe sighed, walked over and got into the carriage.

Before the expected battle, he must ensure that he has an intelligence advantage.

But for him who has become a werewolf, the power of the living dead is definitely not enough to break free from his shackles.

After close contact, Clayton discovered that although the rotten smell on the corpse was strong, it was on the surface and was not the smell of the monitor himself.

"Damn it, how do you know where I am? The decision to hide here was something I only thought of later. There is no reason for the Holy Grail Society to know, because I made sure to keep them away this time. Lieutenant, why do you look like this?

Ugly? Could it be?"

He remembered that in legends, the bodies of the living dead are cold

The next morning,

Each of these three places has its own special features, but what they have in common is that no one has ever dared to fight privately near them.

The rotten smell misled him. He originally thought it was just a living dead, but he didn't expect it to be a completely alive person.

Sheriffs in each city are elected and funded by citizens themselves, so they have little power and law enforcement methods vary.

He started stealing before the surveillance mission was completed, showing no professionalism at all.

The crowd outside the carriage is the best proof.

"Child, do you need any help?"

The priest nodded gently, "I think you are looking for the new volunteer Martin."

But that's not how things work out.

"What are you doing here? If you don't get out, I'm going to call the sheriff!"

Clayton nodded to him pretending not to recognize him: "I'm Clayton Bello. I have something to ask you about Joe Mani. Do you mind taking a moment?"

The carriage set off again, and Joe sat in it with an expressionless face, looking more serious than the debt collector of Saint-Asterdam,

"I have my own way." Clayton interrupted,

It was obvious that the solemn working atmosphere of the church made Qiao very uncomfortable.

Clayton's movements were too large, and the candle was still extinguished.

"Park here." he ordered.

That smell should come from the mastermind behind the Holy Grail Society.

Clayton found the black public carriage he had arrived in on the street, opened the door and got in. As he stepped on the pedal, the carriage shook.

The smell of Joe Mani comes from this chapel.

After the end of the Roron War, the city of Sasha underwent planning and reconstruction, and the city streets were widened a lot. However, when the outsiders seeking jobs poured in, the width of the streets fell behind again.

In Clayton's left hand, the tiny flame on the candle flickered rapidly with the disturbance of the air flow.

This is why you are attracted to raw meat.

"Okay, sir."

Feeling the change in light, the chewing sound stopped, and the man turned his head, revealing a pair of glass bead-like eyes and a mouth stained with blood,

If the opponent is still free to move after the candle is accidentally extinguished, he will be in a disadvantageous situation.

When Joe Money and Clayton parted, he didn't say where he was going to hide, but Clayton could probably guess where he would hide.

This person may have been a decent person in life, but now he dies with a crime on his back.
To be continued...