Chapter 371 Frequent Disappearances

When the expanded yellow sclera on the surface of Clayton's eyeball was exposed to the public, Sheriff Albert and the Dervishes had different reactions.

Albert's eyes narrowed slightly and he breathed a sigh of relief. It could be seen that he was glad that Clayton's eyes were not green.

Notigo and Nate dropped their hands and moved out of the way, but the hostility did not disappear.

"Not Conleone, but a bastard all the same," whispered the Notigo dervish.

Clayton glanced at him.

The fanaticism of the believers is understandable, but it is not something a werewolf can bear. He will not choose to fight the two ascetics immediately because of this, but it is still easy to find some small trouble for their cause that will not lead to a deadly feud.

Reciprocal revenge is a creed that Clayton has always abided by in life.

"Didn't religion teach you social etiquette? Or is it your nature to be rude?" He deliberately used the word "nature" that is not often applied to human beings, making the ascetics immediately feel offended by the implicit blasphemy.

"Who knows if you are a wolf bastard who has come to seek refuge with Conrione?!"

"Even if you're not a wolf bastard, you're not welcome here! Get out of here!"

The two ascetics were obviously not official employees of the police station, but they seemed to regard this place as their own territory.

Julius also began to speak up for his employer: "Seriously, has your practice really made you kind? Or maybe you are training your body just to get more pain after irritating others. beat?"

The wizard's sarcasm made the ascetic monks furious, but they did not move a step while roaring, like two vicious dogs that were tightly tied by iron chains under a big tree and could only bark at passers-by.

The strict rules and regulations of the Sincere Brotherhood are now also helping Clayton's group.

Once the Dervishes realized they couldn't handle them, they turned to Albert for help off the field.

Sheriff Albert had shown a sense of justice before, but now he saw that the "coroner" whom he had finally hired to help the morgue was trying to drive away guests from out of town, and he was embarrassed to side with the arrogant ascetic.

He pushed Clayton and Julius with both hands, pushing them all the way out the door.

"You shouldn't have made them angry," he complained.

Although he had previously warned Clayton to be careful about things involving gods and ghosts, he obviously did not have much practical experience, otherwise he would not have discovered the conflict between Clayton and the ascetics.

"That's it." Clayton didn't want to make the kind-hearted police chief unhappy, so he ended the topic in time.

After getting rid of the conflicting mentality, he also realized some problems.

The Conglione family has black hair and green eyes. The appearance of the "seller" fits this characteristic. He is also a shape-shifter. The two ascetics just now said that the Conglione family was accepting "wolf bastards". If the "wolf bastards" they meant happened to mean werewolves.

Clayton couldn't help but think that the Conlione family might be the Black Claw family that Des Jonrad called.

There are some details that can be figured out, but Clayton, based on his own experience as a werewolf, determined that the others may be very small.

There was only one doubt that allowed him to retain the seeds of doubt, and that was that in Albert's words, the Conionai family was the aristocratic ruler of Boda Labick, and the dark descendants were named nobles in Dorne, which he had never heard of.

He once observed the "Blue Blood Book" of the Kingdom's Heraldry Institute with a noble friend. There were less than 800 valid surnames in it. Although he could not remember all of them, he was sure that he had a good understanding of Conglione. The surname didn't make any impression at all, so even if the lord of Conrione had a title, he was probably just a knight.

Some powerful nobles were granted the power by the king to canonize knights privately without having to declare. Therefore, many knights are unknown. To know their deeds, you can only look for them in the places where they have lived for generations.

Julius now provided new information.

"Conrione is the ancient name of a poisonous plant. We call it white mandrake. Some people also call it devil's root, wolf hybrid." The wizard consultant explained to his employer in a low voice: "Although it is poisonous, But as long as it is concocted in a complex way, it can be used to treat people's illnesses or be used as amulets."

Hearing what he said, Clayton immediately knew that he was right.

The surnames of nobles sometimes come from their territory, sometimes from the merits they have established, and sometimes from the profession they have held.

"Conglione" is neither of the three. According to the meaning of the name, it should be the surname given to the werewolf family by a certain great lord in order to prove his strength after regaining the werewolf family.

"I didn't even know it had this meaning." Sheriff Albert said, Julius's low voice did not escape his ears: "The Conlione family and the clergy of the Sincere Brotherhood are having a lot of trouble. "Zhang, I heard that because of differences in religious beliefs, they do not allow these ascetics to beg in their own territory, and they openly call them heretics."

He looked at Clayton: "You are somewhat similar to the Conlione family. Perhaps it is because of this that the two priests hold a grudge against you."

"Then they are too small-minded." Clayton said, he didn't think Albert knew the truth.

The Brotherhood of Sincerity is not the kind of wandering ascetics. They will build a fixed base, and the Conleone family is the lord of Berdalabik. They should have been together for a while. If the ascetics were authorized by the diocesan bishop to attack the Conleone family, then Wei Aodi should not have been calm on the surface.

Most likely, the government recognized the status of the Conleone family, but also restricted them and prohibited them from entering and leaving certain occasions.

So when the two ascetics thought he was a member of the Conleone family, they showed obvious hostility.

"Are you still going to the prison?" Albert asked.

"Of course." Clayton replied.

The prison was just one street away, and they arrived soon. There was another group of violent criminals here.

Those men were originally sitting scattered, and when they saw the police passing by outside, they all climbed up and gathered by the black iron railings, glaring at Albert and his group passing through the outer corridor.

"Dogs in black skin!" A thin man grabbed the iron railings and shook them violently.

The accomplices next to him also shouted.

Judging from their accents, they seem to be from the north.

"Who are these people?" Clayton asked Albert.

Albert hit one of the men with a stick and then answered him leisurely: "A group of smugglers. They hid a batch of banned hallucinogens in the guise of beer distributors and had originally agreed to trade with local folk chemistry enthusiasts. But when the time came, the contact person they had originally agreed to trade with disappeared, so they met with someone else. The client refused to continue the transaction, and they disagreed, so they fought with the client."

"What hallucinogen?" Julius asked with interest amid the prisoner's wailing.

"I don't quite understand this. It's not my case."

"What about their clients? Are they here too?"

"No, they're not breaking the law. It's not illegal to publicly declare your needs, but smuggling is." The sheriff found a provocative hand and swung the stick hard. The police officer who was originally guarding here heard the sound and rushed to help with the stick. The echo in the closed space sounded like someone using wailing harmony when the music teacher was playing the triangle.

"So some of them are missing too." Clayton is more concerned about the disappearance than the crime of smuggling.

"Yes."

"Did the missing person leave anything behind? That might indicate the reason for his disappearance."

Faced with this question, Albert suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "Nothing is left behind, that is, there was something before, but now it's gone."

The police agency has not been established in Wei'aodi for long, and the people above are still very hostile to it and have made various restrictions.

The newly appointed police officers lacked people, money, equipment, and training. Apart from uniforms, they retained the bandit habits of soldiers and used second-hand garbage left by past sheriffs. If they seized anything valuable from criminals, they would not hesitate to turn it into funds or hide it in their own pockets.

Albert could control his own hands, but he could not control others.

Clayton was also a veteran. He knew what kind of dilemma he was facing at a glance, so he did not ask any more questions.

Albert was grateful for this neglect and reminded them: "If you can't find the two workers in Berdalabik, then you should go back quickly."

"Also, try not to go out at night. It's best to find a shared dormitory with more people around you, so you won't be easily targeted by bad guys."

Clayton Bello nodded and thanked Albert, and then they left the prison and headed towards the next goal.

Albert stayed where he was, and suddenly felt a little worried.

He did not explain all the circumstances of the disappearance to the two outsiders. He believed that he had reached some conclusions, but his identity prevented him from releasing those conclusions that were mostly based on speculation. As his superior said, without solid evidence, those speculations were just rumors, which only made the people uneasy.

He did not find any solid evidence, but he could not give up his suspicion.

The identities of those missing people were different, and their residences were scattered in different areas, but they all disappeared at night. In the places where they disappeared, people found bloodstains. No one thought they were still alive, but no relatives or friends of the deceased had ever found their bodies.

But how to deal with so many bodies without leaving any traces?

He shuddered, and the images of various monsters, gods and ghosts emerged in his mind one by one. He walked out of the prison quickly and came to the morgue again. Chatting with the clergy might dispel these terrible thoughts.