Chapter 62 New clues

Elder Dyce has training experience as a knight, and he may have been a famous figure when he was young, but Clayton is no longer interested in getting to know him.

When talking about politics with the elders of the Presbyterian Church, he always felt that he was one step behind.

He is still used to doing things that he can do now, rather than looking at the future that is equally unpredictable in terms of opportunities and accidents.

Clayton is afraid of change.

"Okay, I understand you, and I know you won't help anymore. I will kill Athena alone. But I can still consider voting. It's too risky."

Elder Dais placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the double-style sofa as if he were sitting on a throne, and at the same time made a sneer at the conservatives.

Clayton didn't care about his attitude, he just picked up his hat and put it on, then picked up his gun and went out.

"Since you are a dark descendant, stop thinking of yourself as a human being."

He heard Elder Dais speaking behind him: "Not everyone is qualified to be conservative."

The people who served Moore that night at the ruins of Notre Dame were the dancing girls.

So running away from here is a wise choice.

It's not a human smell, it's the smell of live animal fur, several different animals at that.

He reached out and fished a handful inside, and found some shiny scales.

When Clayton himself first became a werewolf, he almost tore the skin on more than half of his body. He was afraid to go out during the day and did not recover until after eating. This caused his colonial bronze skin to fade.

Serious, no different from young people who are inexperienced in the world.

Clayton ignored the potty and stayed close to the water.

Some turbid liquid has been mixed inside, and the smell of blood and pus comes from inside.

After walking through the stairs and short corridor, I opened the curtains, and behind were the theater seats and stage in darkness, without any light at all.

Clayton is unwilling to admit that they are dark descendants. As far as the people he has come into contact with who have received the blood of desire are concerned, it is more appropriate to call them "patients".

There are two girls standing in the alley not far from the door, facing each other in the darkness of the evening, leaning against the wall and lighting cigarettes, looking sideways at the street outside the alley.

The process of human transformation into darkin is not always peaceful.

Even with the blessing of the dark moon, the rate of people here mutating into dark descendants is still too high. The Elders Council searched the whole city but could only summon 60 newborns who could communicate, and only one sixth of them were here.

The wooden board under my feet made a groovy sound due to the pressure, as if it would crack at any time.

Marietta found his gun, and the employees of the Broken Wing Angel Club were both subordinates of the Spider Priest and acquaintances of Marie, so it was clear where she got it from.

In addition to the smell of animals, there was also the smell of blood, pus and excrement, which made him be very careful.

Clayton lit another match and walked toward the back of the stage. The temperature became stronger the further inside.

Clayton felt that he roughly understood the situation of the dancers here. Some of them must be transforming into dark descendants.

He reached in, pulled out the latch, opened the door and went in.

But so far, she has only seen Clayton alone, which may be because it is too early.

Next, he plans to go to the Angel Club with Broken Wings.

It's not that he has discovered anything now, but he has been afraid of standing in such a highly visible place and being watched by people since he was a child. The stage is like the anatomy table in the medical school classroom to him.

This may have something to do with the dark descendants.

Clayton returned to the club door and pulled open the sign. The iron door behind was still locked. With both hands, he grabbed the iron bars as thick as a baby's little finger and pushed in the opposite direction. The iron bars opened with a squeaking sound.

Let him put his hand into the gap.

If it is that kind of blasphemous spell, it can indeed increase the number of "dark descendants" in one breath.

"It seems they are not that happy."

"Suspend business"

Clayton responded politely and closed the door to the waiting room.

However, there are still a little more non-human smells here, almost ten of them, and there are no signs of fighting.

Clayton took out a box of matches from his pocket and lit them. He had picked them up in the waiting room of Pulitzer House.

His second attempt yielded some soaked minced meat and fragments of human skin, but the amount was very small.

The white candles here seem to be used very frequently, and the new wax mud that has not fallen into dust is covered on the ground. It is probably that this venue will be used after the performance.

"I remember it."

They abandoned Moore,

Athena may not like Maul, but she definitely dislikes humans.

Clayton made a guess, but this guess was quickly overturned.

The reason why I say it is familiar is because there is also one in front of the rusty silver coin shop, and even the fonts on the wooden sign are exactly the same.

He approached one from behind. She was a little surprised when she saw Clayton and promoted herself to him. But when she knew that he was here to find the dancers in the club, she cursed in a low voice and answered a few of his questions.

I smiled again after seeing the tip.

Clayton was not surprised. Since Mary had contacted the dancers in the club, and their willingness to serve the Holy Grail Society was not that strong, it was a natural result to temporarily abandon the place to prevent Athena from finding her.

"They kill fish here to eat?"

This perspective obviously cannot grasp the situation of the club, so Clayton concluded that it was just a coincidence that they were standing here.

He found nothing, and he also felt that the place smelled a bit.

And at the same time, facing the empty auditorium also brought pressure to Clayton.

A familiar sign hangs at the entrance of the strip club.

But Clayton didn't want to contact them through Mary right away.

Clayton looked up at the dark set lights and spotlights above his head, and then closed the dark curtains on both sides, trying to find some spiritual connection in the darkness inside.

Clayton walked onto the stage, his footsteps echoing in the huge space.

He immediately remembered the "Blood of Desire" ritual.

They were not trustworthy yet, so he wanted to investigate the situation here before asking, so as not to hide anything from the other party.

A weak flame lit up, and he found the position of the candle holder on the wall, passed through the gaps between the seats, and went over to point them one by one.

Of course, there was nothing in the audience yet, so he could rest assured now.

In the room opposite were several emptied chamber pots and two large basins of water, or perhaps water.

There were only four simple rooms backstage. The first room was used as a warehouse to store masks and costumes for performances. Clayton found a handheld candlestick in it and lit it to illuminate himself.

From the street girl, he knew that this club had recently closed (although this could be inferred), and some regular customers had been here last night. They also knew about this and came here to try their luck. See

Let's see if we can make some money from men in need.

Clayton is not very eloquent, so he always tends to spend money to solve problems.

Because he was convinced that no one liked to listen to him, and anything abnormal seemed to be brewing a conspiracy against him.

As long as one accepts the blood of desire, either his lifespan will be reduced or his intellectual development will be incomplete, which is equivalent to an acquired terminal disease.

But if everyone here has accepted the transformation, how can they hide themselves from the audience?

Clayton still remembered the information provided by Bruno's dwarf assistant Sanders. Although most of the repeat customers were suspected of being hypnotized, there were still unsuspecting people who would suddenly buy tickets.

Facing these people, what should the dancers do?

He cast his gaze towards the unexplored dressing room at the back.
Chapter completed!