Werewolf hunting rules

Creighton had always thought that Notre Dame had taken over the work of the Workhouse, but he didn't expect that the truth was worse than this.

The people from the Holy Grail Society actually let children under the age of ten make their own food.

They were locked up when not needed, and the food had to be handled by themselves before meals. It seemed that under the influence of theology, the administrators of Notre Dame were not very merciful.

Out of some common sense considerations, he asked Clara: "Don't you always eat cold food?"

It is normal for children of this age not to know how to cook, and if he were their caretaker, he would never trust them to use fire - not for their safety, but for his own safety.

Clara blinked, not sure what he meant.

"We'll cut up the ham and eat it with chopped vegetables."

Meat was a good thing, but Clayton couldn't imagine raw ham.

"Are they hot?"

"Why does Clara eat hot food? Doesn't Clayton also eat cold food all the time?"

Clara asked as she looked at Clayton, who had been feeding her frozen raw beef.

Only then did the lieutenant realize that Clara's eating of raw meat, like his own, was not due to her racial nature. In response to the treatment he gave her, his identity suddenly changed into a type that he thought should be despised.

"This is different. I eat raw meat because I don't know how to cook it. The hot dishes my mother makes are better than these."

After her reminder, Clayton decided to learn to cook next week so that the landlady would not have to deliver dinner (the human meal) every day. There are many shady things hidden in this house and should be kept to a minimum.

And werewolves can accept the smell of raw meat, but that doesn't mean that their taste buds have completely changed. Hot, spiced food sure tastes better than blood food.

"Can Clara eat the food cooked by Clayton's mother? Clara also wants to eat delicious food."

Facing Clara's curious eyes, Clayton lowered his head, tore the raw meat into shreds and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to relieve his sudden emotions with monotonous chewing movements.

"She can no longer cook because when she dies, she goes to heaven."

He answered her in a way that Clara could understand, but his parents were unbelievers, and the doctrine did not allow people like them to go to heaven.

"Then she must be very happy." Clara suddenly smiled.

If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing under her neck, she would still be a cute guy.

Creighton did not clear up her misunderstanding: "I think so too."

He just wanted to end this topic quickly.

"Clara has another question," Clara said. Her expression returned to the initial sadness: "Clara just discovered something strange."

[What new discoveries can you make if you stay in the fish tank? 】

Clayton stared at Clara, waiting for her explanation.

"Clara was just thinking about a question, which one is better, a heaven with her mother or a heaven without her?"

The lieutenant thought there was something wrong with his ears, but there wasn't.

Clara's eyes were very serious, and she was using her psychological experience of no more than ten years old to verify the relationship between humans and gods.

"My mother said that entering the Kingdom of Heaven is the happiest thing. But if Clara enters the Kingdom of Heaven first, she must be separated from her mother. It is painful to be separated from her mother, and Clara will not feel happy. So now Clara feels that entering the Kingdom of Heaven may not be possible either. Happy. But Clara still wants to know what her mother thinks. She doesn’t seem to miss Clara that much.”

Her voice deepened.

The person here is no longer possessed by a demon, nor is it a controlled monster, just a homesick little girl.

Clayton was touched and comforted: "Clara, thirty years have passed. Maybe your mother is dead, so you don't need to think so much."

The "mother" of Notre Dame is not the biological mother of the children, but a mortal member of the Holy Grail Society responsible for managing children who have not been successfully transformed. After so many years, if she were still alive this year, she would be at least seventy years old. As a human being, this is a very long-lived number, and she may have been dead for some time.

As for Clara's biological mother, the Spider Priest Athena Burgo, Clayton has made up his mind to kill her before this year is over.

So no matter when Clara dies, he can guarantee that she can see her mother soon in heaven.

Am I a little too evil? He suddenly realized.

Clara was not aware of his complicated thoughts, nor was she comforted.

"Clara is worried that her mother will not love Clara. Otherwise, she should also say that she misses Clara."

At some point, a gap was created between Clara and the Holy Grail Society.

But she didn't know it.

Clayton was silent. He found that now was a good opportunity to persuade Clara. If Clara could return her thoughts to a normal person, she would no longer obey the orders of the Holy Grail Society. He can safely let her go in the future and let her go wherever she wants.

But the blow may be too much for her to accept.

"Clara, why do you think she is your mother?" he asked.

The girl looked at him puzzled.

"If it is because of education, her education will not be better than that of teachers in church schools. In terms of companionship and care, she has not fulfilled her mother's duties. If you cry, will she come to comfort you? Or will she? Did she just tell you to shut up? Has she told you about her past? Or does she only tell you what is said in the holy book? Is she good at listening? Or does she always do her own thing and not let you say anything unnecessary? "

"The sanctity of the word mom stems from the fact that before it came into being, the kind mother existed, it's just that we chose to use these two repeated syllables to represent her. Don't be bound by this word."

Clayton looked at Clara's gradually changing expression and sighed with pity: "Besides, she may not be your mother."

Hearing this shocking answer, Clara opened her mouth wide, and sadness was replaced by another emotion.

"Clara doesn't have a mother, so where does Clara come from?!"

Clayton: "."

Clara seemed to understand it as a biological question.

He had to explain clearly: "Of course Clara has her own mother, but the woman whom Clara regards as her mother is not Clara's mother."

"How did Clayton know?"

"Clay. I recently met your brother Moore. He is your biological brother."

Then he sent him to heaven to enjoy the blessings. Clayton didn’t plan to tell the truth behind it for the time being.

"Although he is your brother, he is different from you. He is already an adult and knows many things. He knows who your common mother is and what happened at Notre Dame. He also knows where the others have gone."

"Who is Clara's mother?"

"Athena Bai Luge, but she is different from you, and she is also different from a normal mother."

"Athena Bailuge? Athena Bailuge!" Clara read the name excitedly, not understanding Clayton's hidden warning.

She thought the name was so nice. Just saying these words made her feel like a balloon floating in the sky that was suddenly pulled to the ground. She suddenly became more solid, as if she had a home again.

she asked him eagerly. "Then where is she now? Clara wants to see her."

Clayton became vigilant. He must stop Clara's unrealistic fantasies in time, lest she return to the inhumane control of the Holy Grail: "I don't know about this. But what I know is that it is also not worth it." People you respect. Because in "

"What does respect mean?" Clara interrupted him blankly.

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Clayton took a deep breath, knowing that he had one more task tonight.

"Do you have to dress like this all the time?"

Fasslag leaned back on the couch, lit a cigarette and looked at Hook's detectives.

Their trench coats all had the name Hook Detective Agency written on them, and he didn't dare take them out now.

Too eye-catching.

"It's a way of advertising," said Detective Hook's captain, sitting on the couch across from him. "When passers-by see our clothes and want to hire private security in the future, they will think of our firm first."

"He really has business acumen."

Faslag kicked the table leg from below, which was obviously not a compliment to them.

He feels bored now.

Athena Berlugo slept with him once, had no further contact with him, and even persuaded his brother Caroline to lock him up.

Carolingian agreed.

He now wonders what happened between the two men.

The woman only approached her to get in touch with her brother, and once she achieved her goal, she kicked him away.

"What a sinister guy!"

He inhaled fiercely, and the flame of the cigarette burned to the end in one breath. The ashes fell to the carpet and scattered into several pieces.

Soon, the cigarette butts were also thrown down.

These detectives were hired by the Holy Grail Society. Athena asked them to listen to Carolin, and Carolin asked them to accompany Faslag to protect his safety.

While Faslag enjoyed this attention, he also had doubts about whether this was done for the purpose of surveillance.

He had to doubt his brother's intentions.

Although whatever he wants will be delivered quickly, it is still different from the past.

Faslag was tired of this kind of life where no one complimented him, and he couldn't bear it even for a day.

The Hook detectives currently protecting him are all veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and they sincerely look down on officers like him who have never been to the front line. Even if they hide it well, Faslag just knows that they look down on him.

That kind of sight is like substance, and you can feel their weight as soon as you turn around.

"What achievements has your master achieved recently?" he asked the detective sarcastically.

"She's just our employer."

The armed detectives looked at Faslag coldly and without any respect.

That's the look!

Faslag screamed in his mind.

There is another chapter in the early morning