The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 393 Having both sides
"I'm telling you, you guys are drug addicts, and my family sells drugs, so we should be in the same group!"

In order to win back his freedom and life, Julius used all kinds of sweet words and ignored all moral principles.

His efforts had some effect, but the wizard of the Key Group then gave him a high-concentration plant hallucinogen, so he had to find another excuse to refuse and never dared to mention the matter again.

The irritation of these things is enough to burn ten ordinary people's heads.

Even if it were replaced by a wizard, the path to the truth would be completely cut off.

Julius did cherish his life, but he was different from the mad wizard of the Key Group after all. If the price of saving his life was to become a drooling idiot in the future, he might as well jump into the water or shoot himself in the head now, which would at least be a little more decent.

When the sun rose, the Key Group's boat stopped on the river next to the east district of the city, where people were already waiting for them.

There were three carriages and six agile riders with guns, without any patterns on the surface to indicate their identities.

As arranged by them, Julius got into the carriage alone. A very beautiful silver-haired woman he had never seen before was already inside. She was wearing a woolen brown robe and sat dignifiedly opposite him, examining a document on her lap with a magnifying glass. It was only half a minute after he sat down that she finally took the time to look up at him.

"Mr. Julius," she said in a firm tone, "perhaps we should meet earlier. It's really not appropriate now."

Julius began to feel that the woman had a familiar temperament. Even if he was going to die, he should pursue something. He changed into a comfortable sitting position before talking to the woman.

"Sounds like you know me."

"You registered your name at the hotel. We tried to contact you before, but the result was not ideal." said the silver-haired woman with clear purple eyes.

After being stared at by these eyes, Julius now remembered, but was still a little uncertain: "Lonely men come to you? But with all due respect, ma'am, you don't look as friendly as the card says."

The carriage suddenly started moving, and both of their bodies swayed back and forth. The woman's beautiful face and Julius' face almost touched each other for a moment.

This should have been an ambiguous moment, but the wizard's face lost control the moment he got close to the other person.

He instinctively showed a look of disgust.

This expression only appeared for a moment and was quickly hidden well, but the woman had already seen it.

"That was just an excuse to invite you out, and it wasn't my idea." She seemed surprised: "Oh, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet-Morgan."

"Is that your husband's last name or your father's?"

Julius pretended to be interested.

"I am not married yet."

"Okay, Miss Morgan, we haven't met before, have we?" Julius asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to meet you and offer you a better job opportunity." The woman said, "You are a wizard, but you still have to do odd jobs for others. This is really a waste of talent. But we will not waste it like this. A person with strength and wisdom will get the respect and status he deserves in Wei Aodi."

Julius ignored the rest of the content. He frowned and said, "Does it look so obvious to me?"

Morgan was silent.

Julius grabbed a lock of his long green hair, looked at it, and put it back.

In the past, those with good fortune would grow long hair to show their nobility, but fewer people do so now, and wizards who need to use their hair to preserve magic and do alchemical work have become more conspicuous.

"Just these hairs?"

"Mr. Julius, we also have wizards, normal wizards who can open their third eye. They can sense your extraordinary qualities."

"How many wizards are working for you?" Julius asked.

Morgan just smiled and didn't answer his question.

"This is how you recruit wizards? Ask a few lunatics to kidnap me?"

"We originally wanted to be more polite, but after you and your companions killed one of the candidates for the leader of the [Guards], our initial thoughts changed and we had to take some tough measures."

The killer was indeed of some importance. Julius' heart sank, but he soon realized something.

Maybe he still has a chance.

The fact that the crazy wizard from the Key Group came directly to pick him up by boat did not necessarily mean that the forces behind them were aware of the importance of Nightingale's identity, or that it was that important. After all, the mark of the Kingdom Intelligence Department was a secret existence that ordinary people would never see in their lifetime, and even a wizard like him who was born in Strass did not understand its shape.

Well, maybe they were just targeting themselves.

Wizards are also a rare resource. Perhaps only one out of 30,000 people is truly talented, and only half of every ten talented people can be trained in time so that their talents do not degenerate into mortals as they age. Each wizard's talent is unique, and the effects they can exert are not comparable to the inferior products of the Key Group who only know how to kill. A wizard not only represents himself, but also, to a certain extent, represents the school he came from.

In Dorne, wizards themselves represent a ticket to the power struggle, and this rule was decided many years ago.

This is Dorne, after all, where wizardry flourishes.

If Julius' father was not the high priest of the Druid sect, Grogne, he would be working in a university or a local court now, selling himself to the local dignitaries for ten to twenty years in return for Strauss' earnest guidance.

But no matter what, he can't get away now.

He regretted not going with Clayton Bello, for now he was really stepping into the mud.

"I do remember that guy. He seemed to have some misunderstanding with us, so we had to kill him."

Morgan shook his head. "He is dead, not even his body is left, and your companion is missing. We have no way of knowing the truth of this matter. If you want to reconcile, you need to show enough sincerity."

"And this sufficient sincerity means that I will do things for you."

Julius sighed and finished her words: "Let's be frank. I am a wizard from Strass. To be frank, I am an expert in clinging to the powerful. Just tell me what you want from me. I will decide whether to cooperate with you based on the situation."

"It's just a killer who lost his life. I didn't even kill him. It's not worth it for me to work for you for the rest of my life. The most I can do for you is one thing. Or you can kill me or send me back to the academy for a ransom. I don't have much fame now, but I'm still worth some money."

Outside the carriage, the sound of wheels rolling over the cinder road could be clearly heard, and they seemed to have entered the city.

Morgan was silent for a moment. Julius's performance seemed to exceed her expectations.

This silence was beyond Julius's expectations.

"That shouldn't be the case. Did you only consider the possibility of my agreement before the conversation?" the wizard asked doubtfully.

"No, I just think it's a pity that I can't have a long-term cooperation with you." Morgan smiled politely. "But this is not something I can decide."

"Then don't waste my time!"

Julius was too lazy to talk to her anymore. He closed his eyes, opened his spiritual awareness, and observed the world in the way of a wizard.

He noticed that Morgan's clothes were woven in a special way, and under his spiritual perception, they also showed complex patterns. This was an obscure but fashionable upper-class product, but it didn't mean anything.

After he closed his eyes, Morgan did not speak again. She lowered her head and began to read the document on her lap again.

Julius narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the document.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and pretended to yawn to cover himself up while reciting the spell. As the two short syllables were uttered, the picture filled with words suddenly froze in his eyes, covering the other pictures, and even when he closed his eyes again, this picture did not fade away.

This is the secret of the Soul Stealing School.

Each school represents a special kind of root witchcraft. The differences between soul, consciousness and senses were not clearly defined in the past, so Julius's school was called the Soul Reaper School. In fact, they were not good at spells that manipulated souls and consciousness, but mastering senses was their forte.

Prolonging the reaction speed of the senses by a thousand times would deceive the brain's subconscious mind, causing the mind to go blank and the body to spontaneously fall into a deep sleep - this was the method of the Soul Reaper School's coma spell.

By using the same principle to adjust the sensitivity of the senses, members of the Soul Reaper School can gain the ability to remember everything they see.

Julius had been trained in reading, and even reversed text was not a problem for him.

In this frozen picture, he saw some strange reports
"I am the nth extraordinary person you have met today?"

Morgan heard Julius suddenly ask, she looked up and saw that he opened his eyes and sat up straight, which probably meant that the situation had improved.

"The fourth one," she said honestly, her tone more polite than before.

"You want some tricks?"

"My master respects talented people and is never stingy with money."

"Master? The [Guards] you just mentioned are the people who serve him?" Julius asked arrogantly. As his attitude changed, Morgan became more and more polite.

Julius was familiar with this situation. He was not good at dealing with lunatics and barbarians, but he had his own way of dealing with civilized people.

"Lucky for you, I know you have what I want. So if you agree to make a deal with me, I can do one extra thing for you as a gift for this transaction."

"You still need to pass an inspection first." Morgan said hesitantly. "We have some questions about your companion."

"I'll tell you when we get there," said Julius.