Werewolf hunting rules

The General Public Security Bureau is a five-story building, and the paint on the outside is simply shining white.

No one could tell that this building was more than a hundred years old.

When this building was originally built, the city government invested a lot of manpower and material resources to excavate and polish the stone. The construction workers worked day and night. The construction lasted for six years before this sturdy building finally reached a level that was barely usable. .

Just three years after the city government moved in, more convenient and easy-to-use construction cement came out.

Buildings whose main structures were largely made of stone caused many inconveniences in life, so the building that was not fully completed was quickly abandoned until the wealthy people in the central area jointly acquired the property, allowing the project to continue to be completed, and then opened to the public The building was donated for use as a resting place for the Sheriff.

With the establishment of office space, the Sheriff's team has been expanded three times, greatly enhancing the city's security level.

Looking back at this period of history, Clayton once believed that this was a good deed done by the rich out of interests and moral needs, but now he has new ideas.

When expanding the team, adding dark descendants to the Sheriff would make it easier for the Elders to protect their own people.

Since patrol routes are fixed each day, they can even specify where "accidents" occur.

Clayton walked into the office lobby on the first floor. There were relatively few people here, and most of them were citizens who came here to seek help. After all, the Sheriff was a part-time person, and there were not many people who didn't have their own jobs during the day.

The floor was so polished that it could be used as a mirror.

He had been here not long ago because he accidentally killed a monitor, so this time the receptionist quickly recognized him.

"Mr. Bello, the family of the gentleman last time has been found. She is his wife. Do you want to see her?"

Clayton stopped. This question was already a shock to him.

Even if you kill a mentally disturbed person in self-defense, and the reasons are legitimate enough, you will still feel embarrassed when meeting the other person's family members.

However, his beard is too thick, and his clothes and posture still reflect the habits of his military days. Just a slight frown on his face can make people misunderstand that he is angry.

The male receptionist's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Actually, it's okay not to see her. She took the body and left without making any request."

Clayton requested: "Let me see her, I must make amends. Please tell her that the time and place will be decided by her, but only after next Wednesday."

"I'll contact her for you." The receptionist swallowed.

"Thank you."

Clayton thanked him sincerely, but when he thought about what he had to do today, he turned around and looked around, but didn't find the target, so he turned back:

"Is Mr. Galid here today? I came to see him for something."

The receptionist pointed upstairs, "Now he should be meeting with people from the fire station in the file management room on the fourth floor. It may take a while before he has time to see you."

Clayton nodded and headed for the stairs without hesitation.

Electricity is becoming popular in this country. People store whale oil to generate electricity. Many public buildings have installed whale oil generators and elevator devices. However, due to the difficulty of retrofitting such stone buildings, they can still only use old-fashioned lighting equipment, such as Candles and lanterns and the like.

I don’t know if someone foresaw this scene back then or for other reasons, the area behind the Sheriff’s Department was divided into fire stations, so even if the lighting equipment caused a fire, it could be quickly extinguished.

Moreover, it is close to the dock area, so it is more convenient to get water than other places.

When Clayton went upstairs, he saw several gentlemen in red vests walking down talking and laughing.

They are all workers at the fire station, and their presence here should mean that the work in Galeed has been completed.

He quickened his pace slightly, and sure enough he saw Galid stretching in the corridor.

Clayton thought that he would forget the other person's appearance, so he couldn't help but try again.

The result is similar to before.

Just by closing his eyes, he could no longer imagine the other person's appearance. It's just that when you see the other person with your own eyes, you can still recognize it as Galeed.

"Mr. Galeed, I'm here to see you."

In fact, after Clayton went back last night, he had read "Two Thousand Common Senses for Occult Lovers" sent by Tritis in order to understand the current situation, but he felt dizzy after just reading it for two days.

That book is said to be common sense, but many of the words are proper nouns that ordinary people cannot understand, mixed with languages ​​​​from various countries.

If he wants to use this book to clarify the current situation, he must first reach the level of an "occult enthusiast".

Tritis overestimated him.

"Let's talk in the archives." Galid walked listlessly into a room full of safes, with his hands behind his back.

During the day, the entire Sheriff's Department is empty, and those who stay here on duty can ignore the rules and regulations to a certain extent.

"I want to know about the dark descendants. How did we appear in this world?"

Hearing this question, Galid covered his forehead in disbelief:

"I don't even know how the duck appeared. How can I know the answer to your question? It should be challenged by a philosopher. Can you ask some questions that are more realistic and closer to life?"

Clayton: "."

Unknowingly, he also had too high expectations for the other party.

"Okay, I suddenly transformed into a dark descendant in the past six months. You seemed to have said last night that similar things were increasing. What's the reason?"

Galid breathed a sigh of relief: "Because the Judgment Era is coming, and the Dark Moon is returning."

"What is that? I have never heard of these two words."

"These two words actually mean the same thing. When the dark moon appears, the Era of Judgment has arrived." Galede narrowed his eyes: "It's a bit incredible to say. It is said that in the old era, there were two moons in the sky. One is called the new moon. , one round is called the dark moon.”

Clayton looked out the window, but couldn't see anything because it was daytime.

"I'm sure I've never seen another moon."

"Of course, because the Dark Moon hid itself. But now the Dark Moon is coming back, maybe we can see it in our lifetime. That is the source of strength and life for us dark descendants."

Galeed looked unhappy when he said this, and Clayton couldn't figure out the reason for this.

"Even natural creatures have shadow parts in their bodies. The dark moon can guide them to grow and transform ordinary creatures into new dark descendants." Galid opened his arms:

"Just like natural creatures have the star that is always on fire, the dark moon is our sun. Without the sun, people will be weak. If we lose the dark moon, our strength will be greatly reduced."

Clayton thought thoughtfully: "So that's how I was transformed into a Darkin."

"Not necessarily. In the days after the Dark Moon left, some dark descendants chose to seal their power and return to the weak and ordinary bodies of mortals. They wait for the return of the Dark Moon in hiding in human society, but long-term human life will also make them The family has forgotten the past. It may not take a hundred years for them to forget their original intention."

Galid looked at Clayton's appearance, and he was also looking for something special about him.

"Of course, this is only a possibility. If you are the type whose body changes greatly, you will be the descendant of this kind of lurker. After all, the Dark Moon has not returned yet and has little effect on the body."

Clayton crossed his arms and felt a knot in his heart.

If Galeed's statement is true, then his family should also be werewolves, and they are the kind who don't know it.

Will the new generation of the Bello family, Donna Bello, be a werewolf?

He asked seriously: "If dark descendants marry humans, will their children inherit the identity of dark descendants?"

"good question!"

Galid finally became energetic: "Look at the probability, some people can inherit the bloodline, and some people can't. How are you studying history? Do you know that the White Sect has a heretical tribunal?"

"I know." Clayton had just reviewed this history not long ago.

"The period when the Heretic Tribunal was disbanded was almost the end of the Old Era, and it was also the era when the theory of Species had just begun to become popular." Galid raised his right index finger:

"Vanis, the author of "Theory of Species", geniusly used the reproductive system and method to classify living things. Because there is no reproductive isolation, this makes the idea that humans and dark descendants are the same species become popular, and elves and dwarves are both classified as A human subspecies. Although he was eventually burned to death for spreading rumors and blasphemy, the seeds of his thoughts still remained."

"There are also many clergy within the White Religion who are proficient in academics. They finally realized that the dark descendants could not be completely eliminated, so they chose to dissolve the Heretic Tribunal and reached a peace agreement with us."

"The final result is that we and the Bai Sect have maintained the main body of peace even after the old era passed, until today."

It was written that there was a centipede crawling on the leg, so the update was late.