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chapter xxvi. the newborns

The party on Monday made Clayton feel anxious.

Tonight at the Pulitzer mansion, there will be many existences beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In a rather convoluted way of putting it, it is "monsters think monsters are monsters because they have just become monsters."

Clayton has only been a werewolf for less than half a year, and few of the extraordinary beings he has seen are normal, which makes him feel that the future is bleak. And the cruel Holy Grail Society can live in peace with the Elder Council, which makes him lose the basic trust in the Elder Council that protects the dark races.

But even the city's public security is managed by the other party.

Therefore, even though Gyrid claimed that this was just an ordinary welcome party, Clayton still decided to bring a light and short weapon with him to attend the party.

Since he lent his revolver to Joe, he had no choice but to pick a cane sword with a black snakewood shaft from the merchandise.

This can not only show the identity of a gentleman but also be pulled out at any time to deal with the enemy.

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, Clayton went out on time.

He changed into a black coat and matching pants, put on a felt hat, took the cane sword and went out to rent a carriage.

There weren't too many people on the road. Although it was almost dark, the street lights along the way were still off.

The night lighting act stipulates that street lights are turned on at seven o'clock.

Most people don't get off work so early, so this is an acceptable time.

There will be more passers-by only in relatively wealthy areas.

This is also thanks to the siltation of the river channels in Sasha City.

A large number of factory clusters cannot be formed here. Because the transportation capacity brought by trains has reached its limit, transporting products is likely to be delayed due to scheduling. And delay means paying compensation. In the eyes of shrewd entrepreneurs, this is an unprofitable place.

The laying of factories is already saturated.

In places where transportation is not so developed, working twelve hours a day is almost enough. Everyone is relatively at ease.

When Clayton was still some distance away from the central urban area, he already felt a different atmosphere from the east and west urban areas.

Here, tall buildings are lined up row upon row, and every floor is brightly lit.

The lights from the windows of different buildings shoot out and combine with each other, creating a wonder that almost no street lights are needed to illuminate the road.