Chapter 79 Being popular is not necessarily a good thing

Clayton underestimated the significance of the Dark Moon.

The changes in this mysterious star are like natural disasters to mortals, completely uncontrollable.

Even for people who have mastered certain extraordinary powers, their relatives still cannot avoid the fate of being alienated.

No matter how noble the bloodline is, it is possible to be transformed into the "despicable beast" in the propaganda of the past.

In the face of fear, people regain their faith.

Even the most extreme infidels have been shaken in their thinking and have to admit that there is something beyond ordinary imagination in the world.

If there is no existence of the Supreme Being, no opposition between light and darkness, and no mysterious spiritual power from the ancient stars, how can ordinary people transform into these twisted creatures that may only appear in the nightmares of drunkards?

In order to resist inner uneasiness, people regain their faith.

The manifestation of this phenomenon on the material level is that the church's voice has increased, and clergy have therefore received more courtesy and respect.

At present, this form is clear at a glance.

Of course, the officials in charge of civil affairs only have to deal with statistics and management work with paper documents, and naturally they don't care about the bishop's thoughts. However, because the major's work requires a lot of cooperation from the church, he is more concerned about the bishop's opinion when it comes to religious-related matters.

manner.

After finishing a glass in one go, Clayton asked Marietta why she was looking for him, but even if she didn't say it, he knew the answer had nothing to do with his charm.

Is this the price of power?

"It doesn't matter, this is not a problem." The bishop smiled and did not say the specific content of the cooperation: "We will contact you later, if your address has not changed."

Since there is only one person in the room being questioned, there is no need to worry about identifying the wrong person.

Clayton calculated it and found that it was easier when he was still a human.

Clayton picked up the revolver and inspected it for signs of use.

They inadvertently exposed the fact that the information about the members of the Presbyterian Church had already been found, and their previous claims were just to test the attitude of the people they were questioning.

"Is this weird?"

Marietta drank half the glass in one go, but saw that Clayton made no movement.

In his opinion, it was strange for those people to stay in the Pulitzer Mansion all the time. Even if they became dark descendants, they should have their own home.

"I didn't see them."

"Do you guys have any more questions?"

"Because this is beer, it doesn't count as alcoholism." Marietta defended with a logic that no one had heard: "I bought it for two people, and the other half is for you."

He said it very tactfully.

A few drinks now and then wouldn't be a bad thing, he convinced himself.

The Presbyterian Church did not care about the interests of its members, and the Holy Grail Society was too cruel. Compared with them, the image of the traditional church seemed amiable in his mind.

When the last official-related question is over, the official's pen is pressed down on the paper to record the end time, and then the pen cap is capped.

The elders of the Presbyterian Church usually don't seem to need any combatants. Rather than being hired, those dark descendants are more likely to run away from home after being afraid of society and family, and then happen to stay in a place where they will not be excluded, and bring the elders to their homes.

The base of the association is used as a sanatorium.

He prefers home-brewed country-style liqueur to beer.

Why would the government send an official from the Health Bureau to deal with the black people's affairs?

"Does Mr. Bello know where they are?"

But he is not completely unable to drink now, and he also personally told Mary to choose the location.

There's only one problem.

"Barbara and Volentin are also members of your Presbyterian Church, right? Are they here?"

But it seems that no one here is willing to answer his questions in depth.

Mary didn't know his random thoughts, so she drank half the glass without hesitation, put down the glass, pulled out the gun from her waist and pressed it on the table.

So after the soldiers went out, he turned to the major and asked: "Major Doron, do your soldiers really know where they live?"

The bishop was helpless at Clayton's vigilance and had no choice but to say frankly: "I noticed that you seem to have some special talents. If you are willing to accept employment, we can also establish a long-term agreement and provide some corresponding help."

However, Clayton didn't care about this method. He was even more curious about the official's status in the Health Bureau.

They asked some more questions about the remarks of the coroner Achil and what they saw and heard in the military hospital. The questions they asked were very detailed, but the most important role-the Holy Grail Society was selectively forgotten.

Already.

Although she doesn't know the answer, this girl has been practicing it herself.

Clayton also understood that his werewolf identity was exposed, but he did not refuse to cooperate.

While she spoke, Clayton counted the drinks on the table.

"I do, but it has nothing to do with the subject of this interrogation." The bishop said, "If Mr. Bello is willing, we can talk about it later."

"I want to know how the owner of this gun died?" She said in a dull voice, wondering if the wine in her mouth had not been swallowed.

"Their spirits are too fragile and not suitable for the current work." The bishop answered Clayton on behalf of Major Doron.

In a world without beauty and ugliness, would people become noble because they lose their desires?

This idea suddenly occurred to Clayton, he thought about it briefly, and concluded that he took a high look at Mary.

There was silence in the room for a while, except for the sound of officials turning papers.

Before going to Weiordi to join the werewolf clan, it is a very cost-effective plan to make friends with the local church.

"I thought ladies wouldn't have the habit of drinking." Clayton looked complicated. Even before he turned into a werewolf and his sense of smell was not so sensitive, he didn't like beer because his sharp tongue could always taste the brewing ingredients.

The sour and bitter taste.

They are soldiers and should be put into positions where they are needed.

The official, who didn't know which department he worked in, flipped through the previous transcripts and seemed to be checking whether Clayton's statement was consistent. Then he put down the stack of paper and looked at the others.

"I would say I do, but I have a job and am the Sheriff in St. Alvin Parish at night."

Clayton didn't believe him.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is considered a handsome man in the eyes of the public, but this advantage may not exist in Mary's eyes.

The official called the soldiers outside again, but received the same answer.

The main thing that surprised him was that she walked towards him with purpose, as if she was waiting for him.

"Of course, Miss Mary, you choose the place." He responded in a gentlemanly manner while thinking.

Twenty minutes later, they sat in a beer hall.

Of course she was not challenging the lieutenant to a duel, she was just showing off the gun.

They had no more questions, so Clayton walked out of the room.

"Can we find a place to talk?"

"Just now, I have something to do later."

"I'm not sure where they usually are." Clayton answered half-seriously.

This is a revolver. It has a black barrel and a white grip. The magazine has six empty chambers. Based on the thickness of the barrel and the shape of the sight, it can be judged that its style is the same as Creighton’s gun.

It is a Ranger revolver that can only be customized in the military. Its accuracy and rate of fire are better than most pistols on the market.

The two of them drank a gallon of beer together, which saved them from eating, but it was not very elegant to go back with a swollen stomach.

Others may only know Clayton's Darkin identity, but cannot tell the specific race, but the church is different. They have been dealing with Darkin for a long time.

The officer answered him angrily: "The information was obtained from your Health Bureau."

The presence of the latter surprised Clayton.

But precisely because of this, they can leave at any time, so Clayton's statement is not entirely wrong.

Clayton tightened his collar and thought about the reason for his recent sudden popularity.

Clayton looked at Marietta in silence, as well as the full wine glasses on the table, each glass was bigger than his hand, and the foam on the beer had flowed to the table, making it sticky.

The people of the Salvation Army are a bit paranoid, but their core members are all experienced and have served and fought in some of the harshest environments in the world (although this is also the reason for their restlessness and sensitivity).

The people in the corridor have not changed, there are still two soldiers, and Marietta sitting on the bench.

Unlike him, the owner of this gun used it so often that there were even finger marks on the grip.

This should be the weapon of a battle-hardened warrior.

"Who owns it?"

"my father."
Chapter completed!