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Chapter 11: A New Era

   Werewolves, Grail Council, Living Dead, Hawkmoths, Darklings, Elders .........

These words were simply confusing to Creighton.

He had thought that taking out all the Watchers would make the Grail Council know what to do because they would be afraid of the Church and the government, but he hadn't realized that there was another force entrenched in Sasha City, and that the situation was more complicated than he had ever thought it would be.

"In Sasha City, the Council of Elders and the Magistrate work together to maintain order in the city. There are similar organizations like the Elder Council that exist in other cities as well, and they safeguard the interests of us deviants while maintaining order in the city."

Galliard smiled at Creighton, "That is something the government is aware of as well."

He absently named a few Dark Ones whose identities were semi-public, all of whom possessed considerable energy on a social level.

One of them was also a supplier of equipment for the military that Creighton was familiar with.

The myth of the White Church was that the main god Carola made all normal animals and plants in a white light, and those shadows that distorted the god-made beings in the corners of the world were classified as the dark races, also known as the Dark Ones, who were born with original sin.

Regarding these dark races, monkey-faced men, ghouls, bloods ..... and others were regulars in bedtime stories.

But in the decades since the night lighting ordinance was introduced, no one has seen them on the streets, and people have gradually begun to question their authenticity, and then are no longer interested in researching their exploits, but rather in embellishing these outlandish stories and stuffing them into children's fairy tale books.

But they were real and true, and Creighton discovered the truth the day he turned into a werewolf himself.

But it didn't occur to him at the time that beneath the surface of the mundane world, they had long ago established another paradise.

"Elder Grognet is conferring with the mayor about organizing a construction plan to try and solve the problem of the silted up canals. It would be nice if it succeeded, and then the docklands could come alive again."

Galeed led the dog and lamented the whole way, and until the end Creighton couldn't find any difference between him and the average person.

Galeed himself, on the other hand, had maintained a certain confidence.

As if he and the creatures he represented were the ones who owned the city.

"You're very polite, and that's not unusual. Perhaps you should quit your own job and come to the Sheriff's Department as a Justice of the Peace; while the average Justice of the Peace is part-time and unpaid, the Elders will offer one of their own eight pounds a week, and, well, I think we'd get along." Galeed suggested in a sincere tone.

A single commoner could live in relative dignity in the city for a year - in his own class - for as little as eighty pounds.

The job did not pay well.

But there might be other things attached to the job of a magistrate under the Elders' arrangement.

Confronted with Galeed's suggestion, Clayton, unsure of what he really meant, was silent for a moment, but chose to tell him, "My current job pays three times that figure."

Upon hearing this reply, Galeed coughed lightly, "Forget it then, sometimes being set in your ways isn't a bad thing."

For some reason, his stride was confused for a moment.