Werewolves, the Holy Grail Society, the living dead, harpies, descendants, elders.
These words were simply confusing Clayton.
He had thought that by eliminating all the watchers, the Holy Grail Society would back off because they would fear the church and the government, but he didn't expect that there was another force entrenched in Sasha City, and the situation was more complex than he had imagined.
"In Sasha City, the elders and the constables jointly maintain the order of the city. There are also elders in other cities. While maintaining the order of the city, they also protect the interests of us freaks."
Galid laughed at Clayton: "The government is also aware of this."
He casually mentioned several semi-public descendants' names, all of whom had considerable influence at the social level.
One of them was even a familiar equipment supplier for the army.
The mythology of the White Teaching is that the main god Carola created all normal animals and plants in a white light, and those twisted shadows of divine creatures in the corners of the world were classified as the dark race, also known as descendants, who are born with original sin.
Regarding these dark races, monkey-faced people, ghouls, bloodlines, etc., are all regular guests in bedtime stories.
But in the past few decades since the promotion of the night lighting decree, no one has seen them on the streets, and people gradually began to question their authenticity. Subsequently, they lost interest in studying their deeds and instead beautified these absurd stories and stuffed them into children's fairy tale books.
But they are real, and Clayton discovered the truth on the day he became a werewolf.
But at that time, he didn't think that under the appearance of the ordinary world, they had already established another paradise.
"Elder Grone is discussing with the mayor whether to organize a construction plan to try to solve the canal siltation problem. If it succeeds, the dock area can be lively again."
Galid sighed all the way, and until the end, Clayton couldn't find any difference between him and ordinary people.
And Galid himself always maintained a certain confidence.
As if he and the creatures he represents are the masters of the city.
"You are polite, which is not a common thing. Maybe you should quit your job and become a constable at the constabulary. Although most constables are part-time and unpaid, the elders will provide a weekly salary of 8 pounds to their own people, and I think we will get along well." Galid sincerely suggested.
A single civilian can live a relatively decent life in this city for a year with only 80 pounds - in his own class.
The salary of this job is not to be sniffed at.
But under the arrangement of the elders, the work of a constable may also involve other content.
Faced with Galid's suggestion, Clayton was unsure of his true meaning and was silent for a moment, but he still chose to tell him: "My current job pays three times this amount."
Hearing this reply, Galid coughed lightly: "Then forget it, sometimes staying the same is not a bad thing."
For some reason, his pace was a bit disordered.
After Galid left, Clayton finished the second half of the journey.
He went to the avenue to pick up his clothes and eliminate traces.
When he got home, he put on gloves and cleaned the house with cleaning tools as usual. Some unnecessary emotions dissipated with the boring labor.
After the work was over, he sat on the sofa in the study, wanting to comb through his secret actions today according to the good habits in the army, but he found that he had no memory of the appearance of Constable Galid.
Galid is a man, holding a dog. Apart from that, there is no impression.
Is he taller or shorter than himself?
What color is his hair?
How about age?
Is the bridge of the nose straight or sunken?
What about the smell? Does he smoke? What brand?
Clayton carefully recalled twice before he was sure that he didn't ignore the observation of Galid because of his mood at the time, but he really forgot this information.
This is probably a special ability of the other party.
He thought of the watchers sent by the Holy Grail Society so far.
Those people have some characteristics of dark descendants in appearance, but in reality, they are still mortals and do not have special abilities.
He saw the "harpy" with a wound like a failed post-surgery healing, she is not the real thing. And the previous "living dead" would also lose control due to the actual non-existent instinct.
The Holy Grail Society seems to have the technology to create fake dark descendants.
Clayton looked around, his eyes sweeping over the desk, the weapons on the wall, and the lacquered wooden bookshelf full of books.
In this house where he has lived for four years, he felt uneasy for the first time. But what has changed is not him, but the truth hidden in the living environment.
He was indifferent before.
But when he noticed the human face of the "harpy," he was still scared.
The owner of that face is not old, probably fifteen or sixteen years old, a beautiful young girl in her prime.
This reminded him of his niece, Donna Bello.
Because Tritis didn't want to see the Bello family anymore, Clayton had never met his niece, but he always imagined the appearance of his only blood relative in the world.
If she inherited the good looks of his brother, Donna should also be a beautiful girl.
Among the many faces Clayton imagined, there were some similar to the harpy girl. Therefore, he felt extra pity and didn't even want to ask for more information before ending her painful life with a gun, releasing her soul from the deformed, foul-smelling bird body.
He dared not imagine his relatives in such a situation.
Fortunately, the harpy only understood Tautong, so Clayton could be sure she was not Donna.
However, this also stimulated his sense of crisis.
Galid was very friendly to him, and probably to other descendants as well.
If an ordinary person died at the hands of a descendant, as long as it didn't attract the attention of others, Galid would probably help suppress it.
Just like tonight, Galid easily brushed past Clayton's shooting incident.
No one knows how many similar things have happened.
Sasha City has a population of 1.1 million, one-fifth of whom are highly mobile foreign populations, and disappearances here are the most common things, so this number can be guessed to be a bit larger.
In Clayton's view, the city is not peaceful,
If Donna wants to come here to study, who knows what she will encounter, it's better to let her continue studying in the original city, even if she can't study, Clayton's financial resources are enough to support her to live a rich life.
He doesn't need to ask Charlotte about the girls' school anymore,
Even if Clayton wants to see his relatives again, he must write to Tritis and tell them not to come.
With such tangled feelings, he pulled out a sheet of letter paper and began to write to Tritis.
"I want to confess, Father Petri."
Joe Mani knelt before the statue with his fingers interlocked, praying to the person in charge of the church.
He had taken off his disguise and revealed his true face.
Last night's events were enough for Joe, who was targeted by the Holy Grail Society, and it was always Clayton who helped him, and the troubles he encountered became more and more bizarre.
From the initial blockade of the town by the Holy Grail Society to the current dispatch of legendary monsters.
Everything is like a nightmare.
Joe Mani doesn't want to rely on the Holy Grail Society to expand his horizons and knowledge in this regard.
Even for the sake of not involving the people around him, he must try his best to stop the other party.
"I'm not named Martin, but Joe Mani. I came here a week ago to volunteer, not because of my faith in the Lord, but to take refuge."
The young priest, dressed in black with a silver chain with a sword cross symbol on his chest, had bright blond hair and a slightly younger appearance than Joe.
Sunlight passed through the stained glass behind them, leaving a mottled pattern on their bodies and the ground.
"Relax, my child. Even unbelievers are protected by God." He kindly comforted Joe: "Vegetables, cows, tobacco... they don't believe in religion, but the warm sunshine will always shine on them."
This analogy is really strange, but Joe Mani just needs such a statement from the priest.
"No matter what kind of difficulties, you can tell me."
Petri promised, seeing Joe's contributions to the church during this period, so he didn't have much ill feeling after the other party confessed.
Persuading unbelievers to turn back is also his job.
"The Lord is merciful."
Joe lowered his head and brewed his emotions: "I previously encountered a strange cult during my travels in Tautong, they are not a cult that believes in other gods, and they also preach the name of God Carola. When I encountered them, I found that this cult was preaching to the residents in a small town on the edge of Tautong."
Although nervous, Joe is the kind of person who performs best when nervous.
Facing Father Petri, every syllable and phoneme of his is driven by the power from the heart, flowing smoothly as if he is delivering his own speech.
He wants to tell all the atrocities he saw in Tautong and how he managed to escape in one breath.
". They call themselves the Holy Grail Society, and the initial founder of the sect is named Sililu"
The priest's amiable expression gradually disappeared, but Joe Mani became more and more pleased in his heart.
He knew this was a sign that the other party cared.
The White Teaching is the most tolerant religion, but also the least tolerant.
These devout clergy can tolerate unbelievers and heretics, but they will never allow heretics of the same sect to appear in front of them.
The crusades of the White Teaching's religious knights in history were all to expel and kill former religious friends.