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chapter xiv. the associates

Clayton had heard the other side of history, but he wasn't surprised anymore. Whatever happened to that sort of thing, he just wanted to know how to live in peace now. Galeed was talking about that, "Nature, yes, nature. Only a small portion of Darklings have the same nature as humans. And even though I just said that Dark Ones can marry humans, it's a case by case basis." He enjoyed lecturing, and Clayton happened to be a good student. "There's also a big difference between Dark Ones. In contrasting relationships with humans, some are like the Sioux County Dwarf Horse versus the Alpine Horse, while others are the difference between a donkey and a horse. Although these kinds of heavily alienated Dark Descendants and humans can have offspring of the same Dark Descendant between them, their offspring's offspring will lose their fertility, just like mules." "Although there is no actual proof, a significant portion of the Dark Descendants believe that the world shrouded by the Dark Moon is actually different from the present world. The abnormal outward signs on their bodies belong to their selves in another world, and the physical mutations are a process of projection of their other selves into this world." "Of course, this is just a guess. Many people don't like the identity of their alien selves, so they will try to find ways to explain the reasons for their transformation." Galliard said as he turned to turn a combination disk on a safe. Clayton looked straight at the combination disk from behind him, trying to memorize the code: "So how do Darklings usually get along with each other?" "How else do they get along?" Galliard looked back at him in surprise, "It's just like people, ah, the strong have a say." "And which ones are considered strong?" Galeed's hand movements stopped and his expression became serious. Clayton's heart suddenly stirred when he saw the dark magistrate thinking, his werewolf's bloodline made him unable to stop his blood from rushing when he thought of something related to fighting. Clearly he was a pacifist. "It's a controversial issue." Galeed sighed, "But the answer is not really in doubt ......" Creighton's forehead wrinkled from concentration. The strongest of the Dark Ones, he figured that was probably something like the God's Blessed Warriors of the Puddle Tribesmen, those colonial warriors had always been a headache for the defenders, and the average person couldn't hit them with a musket. "...... The strongest of the Dark Ones are mammals." Galliard solemnly proclaimed the fact, but then saw Clayton's expression with some confusion. "What's the matter, you find that unbelievable?" Creighton felt a vein throbbing on his forehead, and he covered that side, "No, I just ...... want to know something a little more specific." "I see. Saying that is too general, I should have specified more details." Galeed drifted off. "Among the existing Darklings, invertebrates uncharacteristically possess greater fighting and survival capabilities than vertebrates, but such mutated Darklings are very rare, and in terms of social adaptation, it is clearly the vertebrates that are superior. And to break it down further, mammals have an even greater advantage over their other vertebrate cousins." "I saw the tracks you left in that area of Mercy Street, you should be of mammalian dark descent as well, it's a status to be proud of." "Because of being a thermostat, theTranslated with DeepL.com (free version)to be more physically powerful and have a fairly adequate blood supply to the brain, not becoming weakened by natural seasonal changes. In contrast, amphibian, reptile, and fish mutated dark descendants will be more dependent on their environment and more easily recognized by ordinary people ........" That's not the kind of detail I want to hear ...... Clayton was a little numb, and all he could do was wait for Galeed to stop on his own. It was another five minutes before Galeed stopped teaching, but his eyes were still glowing. "I'm sorry, but I used to be a biology teacher, and even though I ended up getting kicked out of school, there are some habits that I've never been able to break." Clayton quirked his lips and ultimately said nothing. The students and his colleagues couldn't remember what he looked like, and it was only natural that he would be fired. Galliard opened the safe that had been the target in the first place, and inside was a thick stack of forms. He took one out from the top and handed it to Creighton, along with the pen clipped in his jacket pocket, "This is the household registration form for our local dark descendants in Sasha City, so fill out your personal information, and you'll be considered a member of the Elder Council." Clayton took the form and pen, but had no immediate intention of moving his pen, he looked at the requirements on it and it was similar to the registration forms the government sent out to its citizens as well, and there were no requirements to fill in the vacancies for ability or race. He looked up and asked Galeed, "What are the consequences if I don't fill it out." "No consequences at all." Galeed pulled out another household registration form that was already filled out and pointed it out to him, "This is only circulated within the Elder Council. If you intend to keep living an ordinary life, then there's really no need to fill it out either." The words he uttered without thinking made Clayton care instead: "If I fill out this form, through what form will it affect my life?" Galeed thought for a moment and replied, "If the kingdom is preparing for war, then the people from the conscription office won't be looking for you, and demobilization has nothing to do with you. If you're already an employee of a government department, as long as the entire department isn't being laid off, then the matter of being fired has nothing to do with you. Of course, the Presbyterian Church is not responsible for helping you find a job, and you still need to figure it out on your own for entry." "Isn't this all good?" The consequences of filling out this form were all good, but instead, Clayton was less than pleasant. He'd lived as a purebred human until this year, and his mind hadn't been able to shift completely to the other camp, yet. There was one thing in particular he couldn't accept - these bastard monsters were so comfortable! You don't have to go to war to fight, you can still do business and open factories and make investments in the backcountry, a few of the richest ones even get interviewed in the newspaper every now and then, and the army's equipment suppliers have their people making war fortunes. There is also preferential treatment in the government sector. Whose fucking country is this anyway? His brother had died for this country! "Then don't we have corresponding obligations to take on?" Asking this, Clayton even looked forward a little, he expected Galeed to tell him that these dark descendants were capable and contributed enough to deserve preferential treatment from the government. Galeed waved his hand, "There is a bit of work, but it doesn't need to be done by everyone. Usually disguising yourselves as ordinary people and not revealing your identities to the general populace is what you guys thisTranslated with DeepL.com (free version)Some newborns are obligated." The church had been publicizing their presence, but fewer and fewer people were believing, thanks to the efforts of the Dark Ones. Clayton pulled off the cap of his pen with little further hesitation, the tip of the pen leaving a rustle on the paper, and handed back the registry form as soon as he was finished. He hated the world! Galliard stacked and organized this form with the others, just bumping the bottom end against the table, the whole stack flush. He shoved the forms back into the safe and closed the door, turning back to the table with another expectant smile: "I'll send these forms up when I get back to HQ at the end of the week, and you'll probably get a visit from a commissioner from the Council of Elders to verify the information afterward. Do you have any more questions you'd like to ask? I still have time now." Clayton thought about it and decided to settle everything here in one breath. "Of course, Mr. Galeed, have you heard of the Grail Council?" Galeed's face froze as if petrifying magic had been cast on it. ................... Originally affiliated with the White Church's Holy Grail sect, the Grail Society was now classified as a heresy. It is an ancient and traditional organization. In the teachings of the White Church, the Heavenly Father, Carola, causes all things to be born and open to spiritual wisdom through the giving of her blood. Thus the Holy Grail is regarded as the source of wisdom, and gold chalices are often used in the baptism of newborns. The claims of the Grail Council, on the other hand, favor the other side of the Grail, the "...... They believe that although people gained wisdom, the thirst for desire was also brought in the divine blood. So even sin is a necessary part of the Father's blessing and need not be avoided." "Of course that's a completely wrong understanding." In the classroom, Joe Mani's godfather, Gilly, a tall, thin, chestnut-haired man took his teaching stick and struck the blackboard with a dangling sound that woke up all his students. Joe was the only one of these men who had been awake from start to finish. Seeing the man next to him swell up like a tumbleweed that had absorbed enough water, he began to curl up in the opposite direction. When Father Pettigrew told him that the godfather had been chosen, he had not expected to have so many "classmates". These classmates were all little kids who had grown up in soup kitchens, were skinny and stupid, ran around in dirty clothes and snot, and were better thieves than Joe. If Godfather Gilly hadn't caught them in the act, Joe might not have realized his belt buckle was missing. Joe didn't want to touch them at all. "All evil springs from those monsters born of darkness, born without permission against the will of the Father and spreading evil thoughts among all men." Gilly turned his back and scribbled the statements of the Holy Scriptures on the board, the sound of chalk rubbing against the surface of the board drowsy. "Therefore, we need to .... Always remember the ..... Heavenly Father and the saints .... The benevolence of the Father and the saints .... Go near to the sublime, and purify our faith ..... Abstain from the unattractive vices .... Abstain from that ......" Goo-- Over the sound of the Gilead Fathers muttering to themselves, Joe Mani heard the sound of hunger.