The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 376 Werewolf Spy
Without time to wait for a car or rent horses, Clayton and Julius set out on foot towards Bodarubic.

On the way, Julius kept trying to remove the birdcage mark, but all attempts ended in failure. Until they arrived in Berdalabik, they still didn't understand what the mark was for.

It just emits a faint light, which immediately attracts wizards or students of Shadow Mystery when they see it.

What the Nightingale left behind would not be that simple. It might be a mark used for attraction, perhaps to summon companions, or perhaps a mark of revenge left for the enemy.

The dying man might not have had time to recognize Julius clearly, and it is possible that he mistook Julius for an enemy.

Fortunately, ordinary clothing is enough to cover up this signal, so Julius doesn't have to be nervous all the time and suspect that every passerby is going to do something bad to him.

They walked all day until they saw the buildings of Berdalabik. Julius carried his suitcase and hurried as fast as he could, rushing along the main road directly into the hotel with a big sign, obviously eager to go to bed.

Clayton stood in a deserted place for a while, sprayed himself with some perfume to cover up the smell, and then went into the hotel and booked another room, pretending that he was traveling alone.

They were so cautious that even someone well versed in espionage could not tell at first glance that they were companions.

This is not because he is afraid of being implicated by Julius, but because he can observe better when he hides himself.

At the same time, a man with similar blood to him and whom he hated did not need to be so cautious. The black-haired, green-eyed "seller" was walking openly in the chaotic city of Weiodi until he delivered the message in front of a "garden" guarded by many armed men. He was then led behind the door by the guard and waited for an audience with an important man on the vast lawn outside the building.

In an area of ​​the city where land is most expensive, it would be very expensive to build such lawns and gardens.

The evergreen lawns and street trees that bloom even in winter make it feel like spring here, which is very rare in January.

The seller looked like he was seeing such a natural garden for the first time.

He looked around, sometimes attracted by the shrub balls of various shapes, and sometimes marveled at the winter flowers introduced from other countries. Naturally, this behavior attracted the contemptuous look of the guard who led the way.

Extraordinary people are not rare in Weiodi. With the introduction of a large number of cheap foreign workers, customs and religious beliefs from all over the world have also poured in, affecting everyone indiscriminately.

In addition to those unions and gangs, the trend of forming secret societies is also very popular in Weiodi.

Here, most people have already recognized the existence of extraordinary people, but they have no ability to distinguish between them. Therefore, the extraordinary people can still retain some mystery and gain the admiration of ignorant people by showing off their skills.

But for the Hutton family, there is no such admiration due to cognitive barriers.

Even if he was just a servant, he had enough reasons to look down on the extraordinary person in front of him, because they, like him, worked for the master here for money, and what was worse than servants was that they could not even see the real master here.

Those divine revelations and gifted powers did not make them noble, they were still trapped by money.

A few minutes later, a serious man appeared from the door of the imposing building and walked towards the seller. He was alone and had no fear of the werewolf.

"Mr. Grammer, I have done what you asked me to do." The seller said with a smile, not at all impatient for the wait.

The man stopped in front of him and shook his head: "It's not my business, it's Mr. Hutton's business."

"But it makes no difference to someone like me. Everyone knows that you are Mr. Hutton's most trusted person, and you can certainly represent his authority."

The seller's compliment made Grammer's seriousness fade a little, and a barely perceptible smug smile appeared on his face, but he did not continue to enjoy it. Instead, he turned to business: "Mr. Lavine, we don't need to waste time on small talk. You are an expert in this field. Please tell me what you have gained this time."

"What is the current situation in Sasha City?" A huge question arises.

The werewolf whose original name was Lavin thought about it and smiled even more. "They are completely defenseless against some of their secular assets. To people like me, they are like unlocked warehouses. Dongsen Bank is one of their important industries, and the people guarding it are ordinary people. Perhaps they don't want the church to intervene, and they think no one else dares to touch their things. The result is that I and my people dug a big hole in the vault."

"They reacted pretty quickly. They started investigating the matter within a few days, and some great people worked for them."

"Although I was careless, that guy is stronger than me. Even if I face him head-on, I might die." Lavin scratched his head, smiling. After all, he could stand here safely, which meant that he didn't lose much.

"However, they are only careless towards those parts that they think they have under control. When faced with real threats, they fight back fiercely and cruelly. There are many people who hold the same attitude as us. As far as I know, at least two different powerful forces have intervened in Sasha City and tried to challenge the leadership of the Elders. But within three months, the heads of those visitors were all hung on the track not far from the train station."

"Just before I left, the Elders' Council in Sasha City was still recruiting people. I pretended to be a newborn among the Dark Elves and went to investigate. I found that they have in-depth cooperation with the church and the local government. Except that they cannot directly mobilize the army, they can even intervene in every matter and ask the clergy of the church to do things for them."

It's not surprising that the Dark Elves cooperate with the government, but even the church is friendly to them, which shows that the economic strength of the Presbyterian Church in Sasha City is extraordinary.

Although they worship God, clergy also worship money. There are still thousands of unfinished churches and monasteries scattered across the Kingdom of Dorne. Regional churches are in urgent need of large donations to support their completion. There will only be more and more churches, and this demand will never end.

As long as there is enough money, it is not uncommon for the Darkin to use the clergy in turn.

However, this is not a good thing for the Hutton family, nor for the other two major families in Weiodi.

As the werewolf Lavein spoke, he observed Grammer's expression. Mr. Hutton's right-hand man was not disappointed, but just looked thoughtful. When Lavein finished speaking, he was still silent.

A cold wind blew through the area where they were, shaking down beautiful yellow flowers from the flowering exotic trees, the fragrance of which was even a little pungent.

But Grammer was unmoved.

Lavinen believed deep down that it was a waste for anyone to worry in such a comfortable place.

"Mr. Grammer." He had to remind the other party out loud.

Grammer's eyes returned to his face, and he returned to a completely serious look: "Of course, Mr. Lavine, you did a good job, this is the reward for you and your companions."

A stack of banknotes was placed in Lavin's hand. Each one was of the largest denomination of 100 pounds. There was no need to count them. Their thickness was enough for him to accept the money with satisfaction.

"Well, Mr. Lavin, you can go back to your people now. Remember to say hello to them on behalf of my master. Also, persuade them to remember their duties and leave Berdarubic. They should abide by our rules, otherwise they will lose even the last of their territory."

Lavinen did not leave. He put his hand on the bag and shook his head in embarrassment: "Mr. Grammer, I can't say these words."

Grammer narrowed his eyes. "We have already agreed, Mr. Lavine, that we should not be too greedy. My master paid so much money just to ask you to convey a few words."

"Yes, there is a lot of money, but this is not part of our agreement. Don't make it hard on me, Mr. Grammer. You are human, so you don't understand the risks I take when I say this."

"What are the risks? Or do you have feelings for them so you're unwilling to speak for us?"

"Neither. You paid me to do this, and this is business. No one can say it's not business. But if you want me to speak for you, that would mean I'd switch sides and betray my family. Opilus would kill me, and I wouldn't even be able to resist."

The seller, Lavin, raised a finger and said, "No matter what my reason for joining the clan was, Silver Moon witnessed that I shared the wolf blood of Black Claw and joined the clan. And the power of the clan law began to take effect in my body. What members of different levels should do has been stipulated in the law. Members of higher levels can command members of lower levels, and they are also obliged to punish those who make mistakes."

"Speaking for outsiders is strictly forbidden in the Black Claw clan. If I dare to do so, our leader Opiros will use the power of the law to prevent me from escaping, and then my brothers and sisters will rush over and tear me to pieces."

Grammer frowned at the werewolf's customs, and there was nothing he could do about it but leave a comment.

"It's so barbaric."

Lavine smiled, his green eyes flashing with greed. "It is indeed barbaric, but barbarism also has its advantages. If Mr. Hutton is willing to help me a little more and give me enough strength to defeat Opiros head-on, then I can immediately control the entire Black Claw Clan through a duel. Replacing the clan leader in this way is the most basic rule allowed by the Moon Law."

Grammer looked at him gravely.

"Mr. Lavine, you are too greedy, and this is not something I can decide. If you want more help, just do your current job well. Mr. Hutton will always watch your performance."

Lavine nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course."