The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 387 Clearing Blood Stasis
Clayton had thought about the possibility of meeting the seller at the Conrionay family, but he had never expected it to be under such circumstances.

The "seller" and several other werewolves who had just returned arrived at the room on the sixth floor of the tower. The werewolves were so tall that they almost filled the not-so-narrow space.

He didn't recognize Clayton because the smell had changed.

Clayton also forced himself to suppress his anger and pretended not to know him.

Among these werewolves who had returned from their business trips, all of them were wearing specially made size-adjustable clothing, except for him - Clayton now knew his name was Lavine - who was not wearing this suit.

Of course, Clayton took away Lavine's clothes.

He was wearing a new-looking suit and stood in front of Elder Maxim, replacing Clayton in a daze.

After the werewolf elder greeted the other werewolves, used his rich experience to summarize their hunting experience and bless them for the next hunt, it looked at the "seller" face to face.

"Laviin?"

"It's me, Elder." Lavin spoke as if he hadn't had water for days. His courage had completely disappeared, and when Maxim's huge wolf head approached him to sniff, everyone saw that his legs were shaking slightly.

The werewolves stared at his legs, and Lydia made no effort to hide her contempt.

They worship courage.

As an enemy of Lavein, Creighton did not consider his courage.

If Clayton judged Lavine by his own standards, he would only think that he was a man who would do anything to achieve his goals.

There are many people in this world who ask for things from others. It is remarkable if they are willing to admit defeat, but using any means necessary can only be considered vicious.

Clayton would not say that he is already a great man, but he feels that he is qualified to judge those who are not as great as himself, and when there is a gap between them, he will not hesitate to send these unprincipled and stubborn people to death to maintain basic social order.

It's a pity that there is no chance to kill Lavin now.

When he changed his position, Clayton could see that there was a faint green tint under the white film covering Elder Maxim's eyes, and there was a vague sense of familiarity between Lavin and it.

Damn it, he thought, now he was not sure if he could get out of this situation unscathed, let alone get his syringe back or kill Lavine.

"Maybe you know, maybe you don't, but in your veins runs the same blood as mine."

"Do the people in my family still remember me? Did they resent me because I exiled their ancestors and I didn't have a firstborn son who inherited the wolf blood?"

Elder Maxim spoke to Lavein in a more moderate tone than before, but even in a moderate tone, his tone was still full of casualness, as if talking about these things was just a means to achieve a certain goal, and he actually had no interest in the current topic at all.

Compared to its attitude, Lavin was much more cautious, and when he began to calm down, the trembling stopped.

"They...are fine." He paused for a long moment. "In fact, they don't know that you are still alive, and they don't even believe that you or other werewolves have ever existed. They just regard these as lies used by their ancestors to intimidate the enemy."

"Then it must not be easy for you to find this place." Elder Maxim said without question.

Lavin forced a smile. "Ah, I just happened to come across a note from an ancestor that recorded the origins of my family, so I came here with a little hope of exploring. And because of Lord Opiros' trust, I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to obtain wolf blood again."

He looked with fear and trepidation at Opilus, who turned to Maximus and nodded, confirming his words.

"It's really not easy." With a sigh, the giant werewolf retracted his upper body and stopped talking about the other family. "You just finished the trial, and the clan leader arranged a business trip for you. It's related to the Hutton family. Maybe this job makes you uncomfortable. After all, they are almost our enemies now."

"As long as the clan leader gives the order and they pay, I will do what's on the list."

"I hope they didn't give you a hard time."

“They didn’t do anything.”

"Perhaps it's because the person they are dealing with this time is our common enemy." Opiros spoke in place of Elder Maximus.

Enemy? Clayton regretted listening so attentively. He understood who this "common enemy" was in an instant, but it was too late to forget the word now. His heart beat faster and faster, but there were other people guarding him, and Maxim was not looking at him now.

A scrutiny even more intense than that directed at him was focused on Lavein, but the latter kept his head down, oblivious.

"There are four elders in the Elders' Council of Sasha City, and among them, Des Jonrad and Grogne are our biggest enemies."

Clayton's eyelids twitched. Gronie had never told him that he had conflicts with the Black Claw Clan.

"Jonrad killed six of us, but when he met Elder Maxim, he had to flee in a panic. It was a pity that we failed to kill him at that time. But he is a human being after all, and he might die in a few years. That forest spirit Grogne is our most terrifying opponent."

Opios was covered in gold, silver and jewels, which shone brightly in the moonlight, and he could outshine everyone even next to Maxim.

But all these jewels and precious stones could not suppress his sadness.

"Laviin, how is the gang you were with? Are they still loyal to you after you killed their leader? If you need extra help, there are many people in the clan who are willing to help their brothers."

“No need.” Lavin looked at the chief respectfully: “They all listen to me. As long as there is money to be made, these scumbags will not leave the gang.”

"That's great, but we have to be careful because there are other people who might bribe them, such as the Hutton family who just hired us, and the other two major families. They can't fight us openly, but they are definitely happy to cause us trouble to force us to obey them."

".certainly."

Lavin's hesitation made Opiros use a selfless tone: "After deducting the clan's agency fee, the rest of your reward will be credited to your account. Now tell us how the Hutton family is going to deal with the Elders' Council of Sasha City?"

Hearing that there was a reward, the corners of Lavine's mouth twitched upwards: "They just asked me to test the public security situation in Sasha City, and didn't tell me how to deal with them."

"Lavin, tell me what you know." The huge werewolf spoke again.

Unlike Opiros, Elder Maximus' voice carried a force that compelled obedience.

Lavine trembled again and lowered his head to avoid looking directly at this ancient being that frightened him.

"The situation is not good. I attacked one of their properties. Their defenses were very tight, but they didn't consider the possibility of a supernatural being taking action. Although there are some loopholes, they will be filled soon. Perhaps my probing has made them strengthen their defenses. If I go there again now, they won't let me succeed." "They have noticed the coming of the Dark Moon and have begun to intentionally control and reduce the impact of newborns on society. Although there are rumors about monsters everywhere, the main local newspapers will not talk about these things. Only some tabloids and occult enthusiasts are actively recording them."

"I pretended to be a newborn and joined them, but they were very vigilant. The system stipulated that newborns could only do odd jobs there and could not touch anything really important."

When Lavine made the same report in front of the clan, the feelings were completely different from when he was in front of Grammer.

Not only did he not dare to make up a lie on the spot, he also revealed more detailed information, because every inch of his skin and every drop of blood in his veins were telling him not to lie to the ferocious beast in front of him named Maxim.

Not because it was his ancestor, not because its status in the clan was far higher than his.

Just because it's strong.

"That's great news." Without being afraid of Maxim, Opiros finally smiled.

The same situation seemed unbreakable to Lavin, but this was only because of his lack of wisdom. Opiros was different from him.

"If they strengthen the protection of their assets, there won't be enough people scattered on the streets to monitor every place."

"Eliminating the presence of the Dark Elves means that they have an agreement with the government and are responsible for controlling the Dark Elves. If a major incident that they cannot control occurs, their credibility will be reduced. The government may suspect that they have changed their attitude towards coexistence, or think that they are incompetent. Either way is a good thing."

"Newborns cannot contact the core, and they can join the association without going through an examination, which means they are not trusted. Conversely, they also lack trust in the Elders Council, and we have the opportunity to bribe them and place our people among them."

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Clayton listened silently to Opiros's strategy to deal with the Council of Elders, but he did not feel nervous, but relieved.

It seemed as if he had found an opportunity to repay Des Jorrad.

That is if he can get away.

During one of Opiros' pauses, Lavein finally found a chance to speak. He said sincerely, "But they promised those newborns a drug to curb the influence of the curse on them."

Opiros smiled indifferently: "Good times are coming. They will soon know that they don't need to curb the changes in themselves. Whether it is called a curse or a talent, it is proof that we are superior to others."

"Did you say the same thing to the Hutton family?" Maxim suddenly spoke to the offspring in front of him. Since then, his mouth has never been closed. An expression that seemed to be a smile but also seemed to be helpless appeared on the wolf's face, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

These words made the werewolves look over in surprise, and Opiros closed his mouth with a grim expression.

They already know what happened.

Almost without any warning, Raviin curled up into a ball and knelt in front of his ancestor who had aged beyond recognition like a lamb to be slaughtered.

He originally wanted to conceal the truth and use the information advantage to gain benefits from both the Hutton family and the clan, but now he can no longer control the course of events, and all he can do is to truly devote everything he has to the clan.

"Please know that I will tell them less than I told Master Opilus!"

"Maybe."

Maxim looked down at his body pressed to the ground without any mercy. His mouth opened wider and wider, and the smile became more and more obvious.

Minced meat and saliva leaked out from between its thick and long fangs, piling up on the ground. But the disgusting state of the old man only earned it more fanatical respect from the werewolves.

"Hehehe, hahahahahahahaha" it finally laughed out loud.

The laughter was louder than before, like thunder. Perhaps the ordinary people of Berdalabik would also wake up from their dreams and follow the sound to see the castle tower of the Conleone family.

The old werewolf laughed so hard that he was out of breath, and even the stones were shaking, and a strong wind was stirred up in the room by his breathing.

"Just now I was laughing at Ventra Astier's offspring for being a liar, but I didn't expect that my own offspring would also become a liar! Not only is he a liar, he's also a traitor! Judging from this, he's not even as good as Ventra's child!"

The huge, cross-legged werewolf leaned forward and backward, slapping its knees with its claws. The force was so great that a casual blow to an ordinary person would be enough to break all the bones in his body:
"Fuck it, I really want to put aside the hatred and sit down and have a chat with Jonrad, and ask him if he felt the same as I do now when he found out a few years ago that his only son only knew how to mess around with men?!"

"All of my promising children have died, but the one that is not qualified to receive wolf blood is still alive."

"What's wrong with this era?! Is this the era of despicable people? The descendants of heroes have all become cowards! Only sodomites, liars, and traitors are left! My family has also declined to the point where it has to listen to those damn civilians with a little spare money. Is it because I have killed too many people and refused to die quickly, so the Heavenly Father wants me to see the appearance of hell while I am still alive?!"

Its words almost became a howl at the end, and the manic sound waves swept through the room, and some werewolves even covered their ears.

"Elder," Opiros said dissatisfiedly, unaffected by the roar.

The way things had developed to this point was simply bizarre to him, and the elder's self-serving attitude was unprecedented. Even if some hidden dangers could be resolved, he would not feel happy.

Everything seemed out of control.

Maxim gradually calmed down. He took a long breath and exhaled slowly. "Of course, Patriarch, I lost my composure. These two people are in your hands. One of them is a liar from the Elders' Council of Sasha City, and the other is a traitor who has defected to the Hutton Family. Please deal with them as you wish."

When it had finished what it wanted to say, it clasped its paws, closed its eyes, and prayed in the moonlight like the most devout White monk.

The remaining werewolves found new hunting targets, and their glowing eyes turned to the guys marked as enemies.

Lavin could no longer bear this indifferent attitude. He shouted in horror: "Lord Opiros, I will be absolutely loyal after I swear! I have news to report. On my way back, I saw..."

Opiros was in no mood to listen to the traitors, nor did he intend to reveal their secrets against the Council of Elders, so he waved his hand to his men beside him and said, "Kill them."

Some of the werewolves looked at Clayton, some looked at Lavin, and Maxim closed his eyes and ignored the outside world.

It's now!

Clayton rushed for the nearest window.

Although this is the sixth floor, there is a moat outside the tower!

"Roar--" Lind and another Red-Eyed Fang roared at the same time. Hearing their roars that were full of the power of law, Clayton's heart tightened suddenly, and his body, which was rushing towards the window, paused and his movements slowed down.