Werewolf hunting rules

When the dark green-haired old man decided to sit down, a large number of servants began to move.

They brought the chair, cleaned the floor, helped Simon back on the chair, and restored everything to the way it was before nothing happened.

Clayton also put on new pants, but the other shapeshifters didn't get such good treatment. They could only keep the monster's body and move the chairs farther apart.

The old man sat down on the new chair,

He has a fair face and no beard, but he has a manly spirit that speaks for itself.

"I am Elder Gronje of the Presbyterian Church. The boy who was sitting here talking nonsense just now is my son. I apologize to you on his behalf."

He revealed this section sincerely and lightly, and the atmosphere of suspicion and fear in the banquet hall disappeared.

It seems that they were originally going to have a meeting here, and the farce just now was just a vase accidentally broken during the meeting.

"Now let me introduce to you the situation here."

Groene surveyed the newborns. Even for his age, the sudden appearance of so many new people was a first for him.

In the era when the Dark Moon disappeared, natural reproduction was the only way to increase the number.

He has almost never done such a thing as raising a newborn, and the same goes for everyone else. At most, they can only raise their own little ones.

The stakes were high and he had to come in person.

In the past few months, members of the Presbyterian Church reported picking up unidentified newborns.

They didn't pay much attention to it at the time. It wasn't until more and more mutated newborns were born, and some of them made a big noise in the lower city, that he officially began to pay attention to the concept of Judgment Day, and strengthened the supervision of hospitals, sewers and other areas. monitoring.

The group of dark descendants in the banquet hall now have been screened.

He didn't have time to meet one by one, so he could only come together at the end of the month to "re-educate" them.

"The Sasha City Presbyterian Church is not a fraternity-style gang organization. Our main mode of operation is formal business operations, and we only temporarily borrow Mr. Pulitzer's family reputation to operate."

"The government and the Baijiao have always known about our existence, and currently have no intention of hostility. As long as we restrain our hands, we are still citizens of the empire. But correspondingly, if your identity is exposed at the social level, the government will have to arrest you. You guys. So although we have powers that transcend mortals, our most important job is to hide them. This does not mean that our powers are just for show. We also enjoy the right to use our talents as long as we do not break the rules."

"Now let me give you some basic information. Your evaluator may have told you something, but it's not specific."

Grone raised his hand, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Although dark descendants are the same kind in the eyes of ordinary people, the differences between us are actually greater than the relationship between monkeys and horses. Wizards are even counted as dark descendants in the classification of some sects. The only thing we have in common is It’s at night that its full power comes into play.”

"Some say this power is a blessing, some say it is a curse. We still don't have a definite conclusion, but these changes do bring some disadvantages."

He looked at the tables in turn, starting with the one occupied by only three people:

"The cursed person has magical powers, but only he knows the price. There is always more pain than happiness."

And then there are the ugly, paralyzed guests.

"Insects, after turning into pupae, have absolute rationality, but they are also forgetful, stupid, and do not know what feelings are."

Groene looked at Clayton's table.

"Most shapeshifters, or orcs, can usually hide very well, but they may lose control at any time because their nature is stimulated. A small number of people have completely lost their normal bodies and must always be prepared to lie to family and friends."

He finally looked at the completely empty table but said nothing.

The group corresponding to that table was not present.

"The Elders will find ways to help you continue to hide, but this is not free help."

Grone narrowed his eyes, and the people he spoke to began to whisper.

A man, the one who had been unwilling to transform just now, said in a deep voice: "I wonder how much the Presbyterian Church's helping hand is worth?"

Clayton took a look and felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in some issue of the newspaper.

He also seems to be a famous entrepreneur.

"We don't want money, we want intelligence, intelligence in any industry."

Groene's answer was beyond the man's expectation: "No matter what kind of information it is, we are very interested in collecting it, even information specific to a certain person. Of course, if you are an outstanding entrepreneur like Mr. Jeffrey, , there are other ways we can cooperate.”

"I won't hand over my shares casually."

"We don't need shares in your company, we want channels and opportunities."

Clayton and several other business people were thoughtful.

Grone smiled and did not wait for their reply: "It seems too early to say this now, but we have plenty of time to think about it."

He waved, and the servant next to him brought a suitcase. After it was spread out on the table and opened, there was a honeycomb-like structure inside, with dark brown medicine bottles embedded in the hexagonal grids.

"As pioneers, our long-term efforts to fight against nature have paid off."

He picked up the suitcase upright to show it, then quickly put it down, taking out only one bottle in his hand.

Clayton smelled a strong medicinal smell.

"This is a special medicine for shape-shifters. Just one pill can last for a day. The effect is to free you from the control of your nature, but your body will also be temporarily weak. The cursed person can also temporarily get rid of pain. In this way, a bottle has three Fifteen pills. As long as you report the situation of your industry once a month, you can receive one bottle at a time."

"What if the market remains unchanged?" someone asked Groene.

He quickly received a reply: "As long as the situation is true, we also want the same data."

"What about people who don't have jobs?" Simon has recovered, but his nose is a little red.

"In that case, we will have jobs, but the salary is not high." Gronje looked at him and encouraged: "I think a great young man like you should have his own career. If you are willing to learn a trade, the Presbyterian Church will also Help you."

His conditions were so good that Clayton felt a little creepy when he was watching.

However, considering what the other party needs, such treatment is nothing more than a normal investment.

Clayton doesn't care about this - because Gronje seems to be a man of rules at the moment.

"We really don't have many reservations for high-paying jobs in Sasha City, but companies overseas are in need of some help. If you are willing to work on ships or deal with the red natives in the colonies, in addition to money, we will also open more permissions as compensation.”

The environment overseas is mostly very harsh, and many climates are not suitable for ordinary people to live there, but if you are a dark descendant, there will be no problem.

"What about the insect hybrids? Will these medicines also work on them?" Clayton asked a question.

He noticed that Grone did not mention that ethnic group when explaining the efficacy of the medicine. The interests of the hybrids had nothing to do with him, but he wanted to know the attitude of the Presbyterian Church.

The wrinkles on Grone's forehead doubled when he looked at him, but his tone was still kind: "They are pupating. There is no cure. I can't think of anything else but work, but we will send money to their families."

What a nice way to go about it, Clayton thought.

Groene put away his suitcase and stood up from the main seat: "Then everyone can leave now. I decided to do as we said and take away the handkerchief I got when I entered the mansion. I don't want to join the Presbyterian Church. Just leave the handkerchief. If you want to think slowly, we also have guest rooms here for the night.”

"If you want to become a member, in addition to reporting information here, you can also choose to go to No. 15 Xiangyou Street and No. 266 Coconut Street. These are the strongholds of the Presbyterian Church. You are welcome to visit at any time."

"I suggest you collect the information first and apply for the special medicine the day after tomorrow."

Except for Julius, the entire recruitment process of the Presbyterian Church is very much in line with business rules.

Even without so many otherworldly elements, Clayton felt reassured by the familiarity, which made him feel like he was in control of the situation.

He chose to take the handkerchief and left the banquet hall while others were still thinking.

As for intelligence - the antique trading industry does not make a lot of money relying on intelligence, Clayton is indifferent to this.

Just as he was about to walk out of the mansion, a call came from behind,

"Clayton Bello."

Clayton stopped and found that Philip with a mustache in a red dress had caught up. This time his attitude was much more correct.

"Mr. Bello, Elder Groni would like to invite you to come over."