The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 394 Class Reunion

The influence of wizards in Dorne comes from their contributions to the country.

The research results of astrology, geology, alchemy and even some by-products of their research in exploring the truth of the world are priceless. Just a little bit of them is enough to increase the national strength of a country.

There are wizards in other countries, of course, but most of the best wizards in the world are here.

Looking back in time, even the ancestor of our people, the female chief Helun who first migrated from the west, was a great wizard who also served as a tribal priest. Today, the queen of the dynasty still uses her name as her royal title.

Even though the Chinese people changed their beliefs and regarded the White Church as the state religion, due to local customs, the White Church clergy were forced to coexist with these wizards.

Because of the kindness of his predecessors, Julius also received extraordinary courtesy. Good food and a good room were provided to him before he asked for anything.

He once told Clayton Bello that everyone needs a wizard advisor, and his importance was beyond Clayton's imagination.

However, it is too early to say that Julius has already shown pride and complacency. The pride he possesses is only the necessary level for every wizard, maybe a little bit beyond, but never overstepping.

In fact, these things are not enough to buy him off, because everything has a price.

Alone in the room, Julius recalled everything that had happened before and re-evaluated the current situation.

First, the people from the Key Group personally brought him here, which showed that they valued him. In addition to the fact that he was a wizard, he still could not completely rule out the influence of the Nightingale Mark.

Second, Morgan let him get in the car and face him alone, which means she is not worried that he will kidnap her. If they think they killed the killer, then they should not be so relieved. This attitude can only mean that after a day of investigation, they have learned that the person with the ability to kill is not him.

Third, they don't care if the killer is dead or not.

Fourth, the killer’s target is the werewolf from the Conleone family.

Fifth, he recalled the document he saw from Morgan. What attracted him was not a name, but a memo that the woman was going to a tailor shop to order a high-end dress in the near future. This piece of information seemed ordinary, but a sentence suddenly emerged in Julius' mind.

“The first half of each year is the social season.”

There are problems, big problems.

Julius sat at the window, looking at the huge outline of the building that Sheriff Albert called the Hell Building, and some familiar feelings came over him.

His hands rested on his knees, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

Now even a fool could see that the forces behind Morgan were planning an attack on the Conleone family. This attack could be direct or indirect. In order to obtain more intelligence, he might have to stay here for a while instead of trying to escape immediately.

With a conspicuous special mark on his body, staying would definitely be a foolish decision, but his spiritual knowledge told him that maybe staying would allow him to do what he really needed to do.

A wizard's hunches should not be doubted, not even by himself.

"Sir, Miss Morgan is waiting for you."

Julius was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear the knock on the door. It was not until the sound of the door opening that he was awakened. He frowned at the rude servant and realized that he was not in an absolutely safe place. Perhaps he should be more careful.

"Lead the way."

The servant took him to see Morgan, but Morgan just smiled when he saw him and asked him to go to another room to see someone.

This time she looked calm and composed, as if she firmly believed that he would cooperate with the work next.

Julius opened the door with suspicion. The figure sitting inside made his pupils dilate instantly, and he opened his arms to greet him.

"Fale Mammon Hazel, my dearest friend! I wanted to slip away just now, but after a few divinations, I found that something good was going to happen. Now it seems that my patience in staying here is really worth it. I didn't expect you to be here!"

The young man on the sofa also laughed, stood up and hugged him.

This man also had long hair, but not as long as Julius'. His blond hair only stopped a few inches past his shoulders. He had a very elegant beard on his lips. His body was much stronger than Julius' and he looked like an ancient lord.

This person was Julius' classmate when he was studying at Strasbourg. He was a member of the Stone Gate School and was proficient in self-defense techniques and methods to avoid divination.

Of course, Julius could also make some amulets, but in this business, the Shimen School was the real expert.

"I didn't expect you to be here, Julius. The last time we met was at the college." After hugging, Hazel let go of her hand and asked Julius to sit on the sofa opposite.

Julius looked at him and sighed, "I often think of inviting you to my home, but then I think that maybe you have achieved a great success somewhere and it would not be easy to ask you out. Sasha is a small city and there is nothing to see. I seemed to have hesitated for only a moment, but more than a year has passed." "Then you don't have to hesitate now. We are so close that our collars are almost touching." Hazel said with a smile.

"Of course, I'll clean up the place when I get back. Although there's nothing to see there, there's still a clean forest and a racecourse, so I can have some fun." Julius patted the armrest of the sofa. "But you really gave me a surprise. Hazel, you've achieved a lot now."

He doesn't know anything yet, but he pretends to know everything.

Hazel still smiled: "You really have a bright future. Maybe this is fate. I didn't know you were coming. It's a bit lonely here alone."

Julius nodded repeatedly and straightened his body a little: "Of course, you want to be businesslike now, right?"

"Just a few quick questions, since I'm in a hurry to get to lunch. Do you want to join me later?"

"No, I have to take a nap first. The hotel I rented before was next to the factory. Who knew those machines would run day and night? It's going to make me mentally exhausted."

Hazel looked at him sympathetically, seeming to feel the same way.

"Then tell me about the man you were traveling with earlier. I know you didn't kill anyone."

"What are you going to do with him?" Julius asked.

Hazel looked at him. There was some noise outside the window, but it did not drown out their voices. "If I really wanted to be fair and impartial, I would sentence him to death. But since my friend - you are here, as long as you show your unwillingness, I think this matter may have a different ending."

Julius raised an eyebrow, a little surprised: "Aren't you worried that others will think you are derelict of duty?"

"That may be true, but while we're all here, we should decide the little things ourselves, don't you think?"

Hazel's reaction stunned Julius. He looked at the other person's confident face carefully and made a quick decision in his heart.

"Okay. He walked with me for a while. After all, it's still quite a distance from Sasha City to here, and the road is not safe. But I don't actually know him, and I don't even know his real name. It's ridiculous to say that I'm protecting him. However, I'm very sure that he was not the first to start the fight."

Julius pointed his thumb toward the door and said, "Miss Morgan said that the dead man was one of yours. There must have been some misunderstanding. When he saw my companion, he attacked me and almost killed me."

"I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. The deceased was always a gentle man when he was alive." Hazel said sincerely, "Maybe your companion did something bad to him somewhere else, and fate made them meet again here. You are not familiar with him, so you can't predict the occurrence of this situation."

Julius did not comment: "Perhaps, it is very likely that this will happen. You can deal with him however you want, but don't let me figure it out."

"His name should be registered in the hotel's check-in records."

"Who knows if it's true or not? Nowadays, people carry business card printing machines with them. All they need is a potato or a carrot, a knife and some deft hands, and they can add a name every time they walk a distance." Julius said nonchalantly, "If I didn't have a conscience, I would do business this way, too."

The footsteps outside the window became louder and louder, and there were some vague voices.

"That's true." Hazel nodded in understanding: "There are very few people with conscience nowadays."

After he finished his sigh, he said, "Since you said so, we will arrest him for murder. By the way, what are you doing in Wei Ao Di this time? If you don't have any official business to do, maybe you can stay here for two days and give me a chance to entertain you first."

"I'm here to look for someone. Two of my workers are missing outside. My father is suspicious and believes that someone is targeting us. In order to reassure him, I have no choice but to come out for a walk."

"Oh, I suddenly thought of a possibility." Julius suddenly slapped his forehead in annoyance. "The friend of the deceased mentioned something about the Conriona family before he took action. When we were looking for someone at the police station before, the priest there also said something similar. Maybe this is related to the identity of my partner."

Hazel's eyes suddenly burst into joy and he stood up suddenly.

"The Conrionai family?! Are you really willing to testify for this? No, you must testify for this!"

Julius opened his mouth, surprised at his excitement.

"Is this important?"

"Very important." Hazel said loudly, "This is a werewolf family, formerly known as the Black Claw Clan, which was also considered a small noble family. When the lord of Weiodi was powerful, they were relatively well-behaved. Later, for some reasons, the old duke lost power and then became seriously ill, leaving behind only his useless son and grandson. The werewolves of this clan began to act recklessly at this time, not only treating murder as a career, but also thinking about controlling their masters in turn and acting as a protective umbrella for their crimes."

"Fortunately, an accident happened at that time. They provoked some tough opponents, and many members were killed or injured. The clan leader at that time was also killed, so they were unable to control the situation. The descendants of the old duke took the opportunity to escape."

"After encountering these problems, they should have been devastated, but a werewolf clan called 'Blood Eyes' migrated here and merged with them. With these new accomplices, their level of evil immediately increased several times, and they became even better at hiding!"

"If we can catch them this time, we will be able to curb this situation."