The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 592 Taking Advantage of Someone's Kindness

The Earth Mother religion believes in the rugged Mother, a deity who protects believers and grants them unimpeded access to the underground. Blasphemers are punished by being buried alive or swallowed by lava. Apart from this, she has no teachings and no other standards of judgment besides faith itself.

A god who acts in such a simple and brutal way is more like a sea god than a deity who appears inland.

The underground and the ocean do indeed have something in common.

However, shaking the earth is much more difficult than moving water.

Father Petty didn't believe the dwarves could swim freely in the mud and rocks; they must have constructed a massive underground project. Perhaps they didn't have many people, but by borrowing an existing underground structure and making minor modifications, they could obtain the private space they desired.

The complex and interconnected underground sewer system of Sasha.

At the end of last year, a faction among the Doomsday Seekers known as the House of Turmoil invaded Sasha City in an attempt to carry out a terrorist attack. Their plot was thwarted by the Church and the Druids working together.

Professor Christopher, a member of the House of Turmoil in Sasha, confessed during interrogation to preparing a snake for the operation.

This snake is no ordinary snake; it is a one-eyed lizard python that is over 100 feet long.

This beast lives only underground. It is not a native species of Sasha City, and its size means it could not have been transported from the surface undetected.

Only the Earth Mother Cult could accomplish this.

Unfortunately, Father Petty's brothers in the church did not investigate very thoroughly. They killed Christopher without questioning the origin of the snake, did not know which volume and page of the encyclopedia entry for the Cyclops, and did not consider sending another group of people into the sewers to investigate the situation.

In their view, with the mastermind dead, the lowly beasts posed no threat. Whether they were native species or cursed creatures was irrelevant; as long as they didn't come to the surface, the case could be considered closed.

However, while the snakes have indeed disappeared, the tunnel system that provided the snakes for their movement is still being used by pagans for wicked purposes.

Pete wanted to send someone to investigate the matter, but he was short of funds, and the district bishop refused to allocate any more funds, so he had to continue the investigation himself.

Returning here, recalling his childhood under the control of the Holy Grail Order, and using emotion to continue to advance the power of miracles, was his final preparation for the work to come.

In Pete's quest for a miracle, the extremely unlikely event of Clara returning to Notre Dame with a new family before he set off gave him confidence. This too was a miracle, and now he was completely convinced that his cause was right.

“I’ve learned a lot, thank you Clara, now I should go.”

The priest stood up from the steps and said goodbye to Clara, but Clara showed no intention of saying goodbye to him.

Her slender little hands gripped the black robe and climbed upwards, finally perching on the priest's head. Although he was used to seeing strange things, the half-corpse-like shape still made Pete a little uncomfortable.

“Clara can help before the race is over!” she said earnestly.

"Isn't Mr. Bello worried about you?"

"Hmm—" Clara thought for a moment, not directly answering whether Bello would worry about her: "Kerry, help your friends. Donna, help your friends. Clara, of course, helps your friends too!"

The priest was relieved and even more satisfied with Clara's fate.

He straightened his appearance, stepped towards the main entrance, and the little devil on his head gradually lost its color, blending into the environment.

"Have you heard of the Oracle Caves?" Mr. Yasser couldn't help but ask Mr. Truby and his wife.

“No.” Truby scratched his sweaty neck impatiently, his eyes not on the riders, the crowd, the flags, or Mr. Ashir, but on the wooden platform where the judges were seated, where the host, the judges, and a group of nobles and high-ranking priests sat in the special seats.

He didn't want to listen, but Mr. Yashel was eager to share and kept chattering in his ear.

Finally, the person he wanted to see finished a conversation, and he hurriedly led his wife straight through the crowd toward the platform, eager to create a "chance encounter," without even saying hello to Mr. Yashir.

Mr. Yasser was somewhat disappointed. He had hoped to deepen his friendship with Mr. Truby, but he could also fully understand Mr. Truby's impatience.

Lant recounted everything that had happened at school. Mr. Truby's youngest daughter had brought a pornographic book to school, a serious offense. The church officials must have visited Mr. Truby last night. It seems they didn't find anything, otherwise he wouldn't be seeing Mr. Truby today. But some things are hard to accept even when handled purely as official business.

It's certain that Miss Truby will be expelled from school because of this. If the reason for her expulsion is made public, the Truby family will have no face to show in public. Mr. Truby's second daughter is already engaged to a wealthy gentleman, and they can't let their youngest daughter's mistake affect her marriage.

Mr. Truby is now trying to salvage his reputation, at least by changing the reason for his youngest daughter's departure from Sinjani College to "voluntary withdrawal."

Compared to Miss Truby, Mr. Ashley was very proud of his daughter, Lant, who would never do anything immoral or make shady friends.

Miss Melcher and Miss Bello's guardians are both nice people, and he would love to share the information he received from the Oracle Cave with the two gentlemen, but they have both become part of the event organizers, and he is too embarrassed to talk to them about the prophetic outcome.

Although it was a prediction, in the judge's ears it was probably no different from cheating.

Mr. Yashir quickly put aside his distractions and focused intently on counting the number of times the riders passed by. The reality seemed to be not far from the results given by the Oracle Cave in the first round.

"Divine pronouncements are always correct, aren't they?"

The soft sound seemed to come from nearby, yet also from afar.

Mr. Yashel looked around but didn't see the person who had spoken to him, and then he remembered to lower his head.

Sure enough, standing at my feet was a dwarf wearing a robe tied with many colorful ribbons, with a thick beard, holding a small, glittering gold plate in his hand. This shaman-like attire was the clothing of the Earth Mother Cult, and it was this dwarf who had just spoken.

“It is indeed very accurate.” Mr. Ashir did not want to tell everyone about the prophecy of the Oracle Cave, so he deliberately lowered his voice and tried not to look at the dwarf, making sure to keep the communication private.

"What did you say?" the dwarf asked, puzzled.

“I said, very accurate.” Mr. Yashir repeated his words without looking to the side, raising his voice slightly.

The dwarf was still not satisfied.

Could you speak a little louder?

Yashir made up his mind and suddenly squatted down: "It really works, Master."

The solemnly dressed man roared in fury: "Are you fucking crazy?! Are you trying to draw everyone's attention?!"

Yashir had no choice but to try to stand up again, supporting himself on his knees, but Zandi grabbed his hand.

"Wait, now that you have witnessed true divine power, have you considered making some more offerings to the true god?"

Mr. Ashir took his wallet out of his pocket, which contained only a few one-shilling coins. The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he grabbed all the coins and put them into his glittering plate.

"This amount of money is too little. Prepare more next time, so that God will not feel your disrespect."

After giving his warning to Yashir, Zandi turned and disappeared into the crowd of legs.

Mr. Yasser breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced subconsciously at Clayton Bello, hoping that Mr. Bello wouldn't discover what was going on.

However, when he turned his head, he saw Clayton Bello staring at him with an almost frighteningly focused gaze. His heart skipped a beat, and then he realized that Mr. Bello was not looking at him, but at an ordinary open space on the track.

What's there?
Clayton Bello kept his discovery to himself. He glanced at the other guests on the stage; most of the nobles and clergy actually viewed the horse race as a public topic that facilitated communication, their attention focused primarily on the people around them rather than the horses. Only two high-ranking clergy members shared his observation, but they were unsure and exchanged their opinions in suspense.

Beneath that land, the werewolf sensed something nauseating.

In this grand event attended by tens of thousands of people, someone actually dared to pull such a trick in full view of everyone, even though he had just resolved the problem with Kules!

Clayton took a deep breath, trying to dilute the turbid anger in his chest with the fresh spring air, while the Wahetu in Donna's hands also helped him regain his calm.

When the rider who was temporarily in first place reappeared in his field of vision, he raised the command flag, announced the end of the first round, and the competition entered the mid-race break.