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Chapter 22 - Trading Secrets

"Special services......."

Clayton looked at the body of the ghost through which the scenery behind could be seen, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

However, the ghost assessor didn't wait any longer. Since Clayton didn't seem to have any intention of asking questions, He was going to start His work.

"Mr. Berrio, please listen to the question."

Clayton leaned against the wall, holding the human head in his arms and looking at Him listlessly.

This initiation test came at a really bad time. He couldn't take it seriously at all right now.One would feel sleepy after eating.

"What do you think the relationship between the Darkborn and humans should be like?"

"Just like that between ordinary people. I heard from Gelled that the Dark Moon can turn humans into Darkborn, so... just ordinary, I guess."

"Okay, then, do you think the Darkborn should actively proclaim their existence to society in this era when the mysteries are hidden?"

What kind of questions were these... Clayton never expected the assessor to ask such questions that were really... um... too far from real life.

It sounded like something that councilors should deal with.

"It's better not to proclaim. From my experience, ordinary people can hardly accept our existence. And it's not the right time now." At least when Clayton was still human, he wouldn't mind shooting a dead monster, and he still thought that idea wasn't wrong now.

Until yesterday, he still thought that the nature of the Darkborn could be easily restrained. It wasn't a big deal.

As long as he had enough money, he could buy enough food to soothe his hungry soul.

But after getting injured just now, he realized how difficult it was to resist the instinct.

After the pain and restlessness, his mind went blank directly. His memories related to the subsequent battle were all blurred. And he unconsciously ate something strange.

An existence that might lose control and hurt people was walking freely on the street. Even if it was a only an ordinary madman, ordinary people would be afraid of it. If they couldn't be locked up, once there was a conflict, it would easily develop into a situation where everyone would be willing to use the most extreme means.

Although the Darkborn were different from each other, there might be harmless ones, but he believed that no one would distinguish them that carefully.

"A prudent view, Mr. Berrio." The ghost agreed and said, "I think so too."