The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 368: Front Foot and Back Foot
Gambling is harmful to people, Ulen had warned Clayton long ago.

Clayton had to admit that he had some thoughts of staying in the casino. When he lost ten pounds, he just wanted to turn the tables. This kind of magic was certainly the power of gambling itself, but it was definitely inseparable from the curse of Chude Osmar at his deathbed. Ever since Clayton was cursed by this old monkey, his luck began to deteriorate again.

He repeatedly emphasized his idea to Julius, but did not get the slightest resonance. The wizard had never gambled so much money in his life, let alone lost so much. Chude Osmar's curse conjecture made him sneer.

To be honest, Clayton Bello deserves it. He lost so much money and still hasn't got his things back.

Why gamble?
They would just wait for the gambler to come home alone and then rob him.

Now that the gambler has taken Clayton's money, he has become even more carried away and doesn't even know what time he will leave the casino.

But this may be a good thing for Julius.

"Now that things have come to this, let's predict when he will leave the casino," he suggested.

Of course, there is a charge.

Clayton shook his head: "No, I know where his house is, we can just go there and wait for him."

Julius raised his eyebrows: "How do you know such private information?"

"He told me so that I could take him with me next time I gamble." Clayton said with a stern face. This bastard really treated him like a fat sheep, but he couldn't refute it. This gambling emptied him of one-third of the cash on him at one time, which made him angry enough when he recalled it.

He was also possessed by a ghost and sat there refusing to move.

Someone should slap him twice when he loses control of his hands.

Fortunately, he brought 150 pounds with him this time, so he didn't need to live frugally on the rest of his journey.

They walked into the gambler's hut and waited - as for why they were able to get into the house, it was because they did not pay much attention to the rule of going in through the front door.

There was someone inside, but he had been lying on the floor and sleeping soundly since they entered the room.

They knew at a glance that these were people who went to work at night. Sometimes, in order to share the rent, there would be several tenants in one room, who would divide the time they occupied the room according to the proportion of their payment. They were not familiar with each other, so there was no need to pay any attention to each other.

They waited until night fell, when the sleeping man got up and went out to work, but the gambler never came home.

"He's not living in the casino, is he?" Julius also began to get angry.

Without waiting for Clayton to speak, he performed a divination with the tobacco in his pocket. The smoke swirled in a ring in the windless room.

The anger on the wizard's face faded at the sight.

"He's dead," he said.

Clayton opened the door angrily and rushed out, followed by Julius. It took them little effort to find the gambler's body, which was lying in an alley on the side of the road between the casino and his home. It had been dead for some time.

A cut wound was wrapped around its neck. The cut was smooth but not narrow. It looked like a piece of thick iron had scratched the neck, or it could have been the sharp nails of a shapeshifter.

Blood freezes at low temperatures and has a very faint smell.

Clayton squatted beside the body and roughly searched for the remains on the body, but the syringe was gone. The gambler couldn't bet on the syringe because he knew that Clayton, a fat sheep, was willing to continue betting with him for this.

"Have you found it?" Julius stood at the entrance of the alley and stamped his feet, looking closely at every pedestrian passing by the alley. The street lights not far away flickered.

"No, I didn't smell anything, but it should have been done by the seller. Not only was there no money on the body, but even the syringe was missing."

"It seems that he is not convinced by the result at the gambling table, which is the same as us."

"Next time we meet, I will kill him!"

Clayton stood up. The clues here were cut off again. Even though he was furious, he could only notify the sheriff who was passing by and tell him that there was a body here. Then he returned to the hotel where he had booked a room before to rest.

No matter how much Clayton wanted to stay and track down the "seller" and tear him into pieces, he had to deal with the disappearance of Ginger and Edgar first, and pass on George Silver's confidential information as soon as possible.

One of these two things may concern the life of the helper, and the other may concern his own honor.

Compared to them, the plan to hunt down the sellers will have to be put on hold for the time being.

But wait till he finishes the work at hand.
At dawn the next day, he and Julius had breakfast and hired a carriage to cross the town. They arrived at the destination station at four o'clock in the afternoon. Then they had to book tickets and reserve seats for the next day.
When they finally arrived at Wei Aodi, it was already noon on the fourth day after leaving Sasha City.

Weiodi is an industrial city. When they were still some distance away from the city, they could already see countless factory chimneys. The black smoke formed by the burning whale oil engulfed the sky here. When they got off the train and entered the city, the scenery seemed even heavier and grander.

It's like a night sea hanging upside down in the sky - most people who see this scene will think so.

Clayton even felt that the power that suppressed his own transformation had weakened a lot.

With a little effort, he could transform during the day, and he estimated that it would last at least half an hour.

This feeling of ease and freedom was even stronger than in the fairyland. Although he could transform without limits in the vast and beautiful fairyland, he always had a strange feeling, as if he woke up and found himself in a small space full of debris. Even if he transformed into a werewolf, he was still restricted by other things.

There was no such urgent atmosphere in Wei Ao Di, but the air was a little choking.

Perhaps such a place is more suitable for a Darkborn like him to live in. Clayton thought that other industrial cities might be the same, and suddenly some strange emotions surged up. When the Dark Moon truly appears, these industrially developed areas will accumulate a large number of non-human races because of such advantages.

And there is no way these different kinds of guys can live in peace together.

When the fights among extraordinary people become widespread in these developed cities, the naturalistic paradise for the rich that the Elders' Council of City Sasha wants to create will have a very high probability of success.

Those elders also have spies in other cities, maybe they already knew this.

Clayton didn't think any more about it. He followed the information given by George Silver and went to the west side of the city. He found the door he wanted to enter in a community of high-end apartment buildings with classicism and revivalism as the main aesthetics.

He knocked on the door and a man dressed as a servant asked him why he was there and then went back to inform the resident.

After waiting for a while, he and Julius were allowed in. They went up to the fourth floor and saw a door with a gold-plated sign "401". That was their target.

Another maid came out and asked them to wait in the living room.

As they walked into the room, they also looked at the decoration here. Compared with the exterior of the building, it seemed a bit plain and there were basically no decorations. In the corner of the living room, besides some mechanical parts that could not be identified, there were two blackboards used for lectures with mathematical calculations that had not been wiped clean on them.

The owner here seems to be a mechanical engineer.

Clayton held a cup of tea and analyzed the calculations on the blackboard. He found that he couldn't understand it, so he turned to consult his consultant.

Julius looked at the blackboard with some embarrassment. He had some knowledge of chemistry, but mathematics?
Just when they were all at a loss as to what to do with the blackboard, the owner of this place finally arrived.

This was a haggard-looking middle-aged man with blond hair. Even though he had just dressed up carefully to meet a guest and wore a neatly ironed suit, they could still tell that he didn't pay much attention to his appearance, let alone his physical health.

He seemed to have not been out for a long time. His skin was pale and he walked a little unsteadily. It seemed that one of his legs was injured, so he had to rely on a cane to support himself.

"I am Alexander Eleven. Judy said you are here to bring me news?" His eyes moved back and forth between Clayton and Julius' faces.

Clayton nodded and admitted, "Yes."

"Which of you is George Silver?"

"Neither." Clayton added, "Originally, he was going to bring you news, but he couldn't come."

This answer made Alexander Eleven angry. He raised his head and took a deep breath. His face turned even paler. All the strength in his body seemed to be injected into his long cane. "Tell Ken that if you need to change people next time, remember to notify me in advance."

Clayton shook his head. "Please don't blame me. It's not that Mr. Ken wants to change people. George Silver was killed in a duel on the road. He remembered this job before he died, so he asked me to bring this confidential information to you."

Alexander's expression did not improve: "Who are you then? Can I trust you?"

"I am the one who duelled him," Clayton answered.

Alexander raised his face again, put his left hand on his face and rubbed it vigorously, as if he wanted to wipe away the irritation in his heart in this way.

"Please rest assured, I have sworn not to use this information to benefit myself, nor to tell anyone else. I will have my attendant wait outside the door while I tell you this confidential information."

Alexander lowered his hands and looked down, looking even more tired than before.

"Well, sir, please forgive my mistake. You are willing to fulfill the last wish of your opponent. I believe you are an honest and noble person. I will never doubt you again."

He glanced at Julius, turned and walked into the corridor: "Please follow me."

Clayton waved Julius off and followed.

Alexander brought the lieutenant into his study, which was filled with a large number of mechanical parts. In addition to two mechanical devices of unknown purpose on the table, there were also a large number of papers with calculation drafts piled up, even overflowing and scattered on the ground.

Next to the table, there is a small whale oil generator with wires connected to the instruments on the table, but it is turned off at the moment.

"Please tell me, George Silverto, what news do you bring?" Alexander sat down on the chair. Although his expression did not seem to change, he seemed more anxious than before.

Clayton answered truthfully: "It could be a miracle."

This short sentence made Alexander's complexion worsen and his back gradually lost strength.

Clayton saw disappointment, frustration, helplessness, and finally despair appear on his face in just a few seconds. His body completely lost its support and collapsed in the chair, as if his heart had died at this moment.

His arm accidentally swept across the tabletop, and many pieces of draft paper fell off and landed in front of Clayton's feet.

"Excuse me, but what does this mean?" In front of someone who knew the truth, Clayton could finally express his curiosity.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magic was contained in these words.

Alexander looked at him sadly. It took him more than ten seconds to regain the ability to speak. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"To me, it only means that my invention is temporarily useless. But to the public, it means that the eternal conflict is about to be laid out before the world. And the button of war is in my hand."

"But even if I don't make a choice, more and more smart people will gradually discover this button."

“So conflict is inevitable.”

Clayton really couldn't understand what he meant, but Alexander had no interest in telling him more. He just waved his hand weakly and asked him to leave.