The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 395: Honey-coated Snake Fangs

"Oh my God, Hazel." Julius looked at him in surprise, exclaiming half-truthfully, "We've known each other for a few years, and I didn't expect you to have such a strong sense of justice! Going against such a large group of werewolves may cost you your life!"

There was a look of happy distress on Farley Mammon Hazel's face.

"This is related to my job, I have no choice but to do it."

"So, you're a vigilante. Oh, now you call the police."

"No, on the contrary. I serve private individuals, but without my help, the police can't do anything." Hazel spread her hands, not hiding her contempt: "This agency has been established for a month, and they don't even have a few guns. Every day they deal with thieves and mobs. They arrest and detain people, and then release them. In the end, it's the same as if they didn't exist."

"Don't even think about relying on these people to deal with real-world events!" he concluded.

The real world that Hazel mentioned is actually the world of extraordinary people. In the eyes of some people, those who know nothing about magic, miracles, and monsters are living in a protected false world. Only when they know everything can they be considered to be in the real world.

Julius agreed with this view. He nodded slightly and said, "So you are the [Guardian] that Morgan mentioned, the one who specializes in handling these matters?"

"uh-huh."

"Who is your current employer?" Julius was curious but tried not to offend. "I mean, the guards have to protect something, right?"

"The Basby family."

Suddenly, Hazel's voice became calm when he read out the name. His true pride could not be controlled at this moment, and it stood out from the warmth he had just pretended to have.

This was completely unintentional and not a pretense. Even he himself was stunned for a moment afterwards.

Fortunately, the footsteps and slogans outside the window became louder and louder, allowing him to readjust his face while turning back.

"Haha."

Julius laughed awkwardly.

The Basbe family, he had never heard of this name before, probably because he only paid attention to the "real world". It was only in the past few days that he learned that it was the family of a railway magnate.

The way the Presbyterian Church operates has given him a deep understanding of the relationship between money and the real world.

Money can certainly do a lot of things, but it can't buy real respect.

Nowadays, many nobles have fallen, but they still possess "knowledge", their surnames still maintain many ancient interest connections, and their names are on the supernatural contracts that are still being fulfilled, so they are still regarded as insiders. As long as they have money, they can quickly restore their status. But if a person only has money and still wants to deal with supernatural people, then wait to be played by the occult experts, and the real upper class will not take them too seriously.

The Basbe family's secret recruitment of extraordinary people may seem grand, but it is simply ridiculous in the eyes of those who know the matter.

It is like grabbing different kinds of poisonous snakes in your hands to ward off the enemy. If you don't have the power to subdue them, they will either fight first or bite you back.

An upstart trying to enter the real world, he really didn't know why Hazel was so proud.

"So your employer is the big businessman Jeremy Busby. I have heard of his name a little, but I don't know much about him. Maybe you can introduce your employer to me. I am also a little curious about his history of making a fortune."

Hazel looked at Julius deeply, and a smile appeared on her face again: "Don't talk about you, I don't know much about him, but I can confirm that he is a respectable gentleman. Because he taught me a truth."

“A person can fail many times, but as long as he looks to the future, he may still succeed.”

Hazel was speaking the truth, but Julius still couldn't understand it. The sentence did have some meaning, but it had become cheap. He knew many variations of the sentence and could say it for an hour without repeating himself.

"Were you touched by him?"

"Of course it's not just because of a sentence, but also because of an opportunity." Hazel said lightly: "The kind of opportunity you don't need."

Julius grinned: "Perhaps you underestimate my greed."

Seeing his smile, Hazel's expression suddenly relaxed and she waved her hand: "Maybe. Anyway, if you don't have anything else to do for the time being, you can relax and stay for a while to rest. Don't let those trivial things affect your mood."

"It's the social season," Julius said suddenly.

Hazel was stunned for a moment. "You know that only the largest cities have social seasons, right? Or are you planning to go north or west for vacation?"

The social season is a custom among the nobility. They use this opportunity to let the next generation of male and female heirs get to know each other, and marry each other to expand their power. Although many middle-class people are beginning to follow this custom, it is nothing more than a poor imitation.

The real social season is a special period born around the center of power.

There are only two places in Dorne that actually have a social season.

One is in Yaxin, which is the center of the bureaucracy and the place where interests are most frequently exchanged. The other is with the Queen. She often stays in Yaxin. At this time, there is only one center, but if the Queen chooses to leave Yaxin for vacation, then the Dorne Social Season will have two centers, one of which will move with her.

The rich and powerful and big businessmen followed her like a flock of migrating birds.

However, such vortices of power can also form in some smaller cities or around colonial governors.

Like the prototype of a palace
Hazel suddenly remembered something and thought she understood Julius's thoughts: "I know you were heartbroken by a girl before. How can a man be so depressed over a woman? I can't make you two be together, but maybe there are other ways to make up for your inner feelings and desires."

He said in a friendly manner, lighting a cigarette: "There is a new brothel opened in the West District. The girls there are not only beautiful, but also very good at talking. The brothel is called Golden Sailboat. You can stay there for a month and I will cover all your expenses during this period."

This is not a bad idea for most men in this era, but Julius's face changed drastically when he mentioned "girl", and the friendly attitude he had been pretending to maintain was almost unsustainable.

"I think you didn't ask enough. It's not just a girl." The green-haired wizard said coldly, more serious than ever before.

Hazel's pupils widened in surprise: "Boy?"

".I mean, she is not an ordinary woman. She is irreplaceable in my heart! And you'd better be careful with your words."

Julius' attitude was no joke. A strong mental wave came from his forehead. Any wizard could feel the power accumulated there.

"It's my fault." Hazel put out the cigarette she had just lit to show her sincerity in her apology. "I forgive you."

I don't forgive you.

Julius's thoughts were in stark contrast to the subtle emotions he expressed.

But to them, this matter is just like the conversation just now. The superficial work is enough. Even if they reject each other and look down on each other's personality, the malicious venting should stop there.

It's not because of any bullshit politeness, but to hide one's true thoughts.

"I have to apologize again. There are some things I didn't have time to say just now." Hazel poked the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Maybe you are willing to accept temporary employment - you said before that you are willing to pay sincerity to prove your innocence."

"I thought you would give in now that you knew the truth." Julius frowned in annoyance. "I have promised to sue the Conriona family for you."

"It's a pity that I don't have the full authority to decide on this matter, otherwise I would definitely let you go. But this is just a small matter and it won't put you at risk."

Hazel reached out and moved an inconspicuous document next to the ashtray to her eyes, and quickly glanced at it.

"You know the engineer Alexander Eleven."

"do not know."

"You and your unknown companion were seen visiting him."

Tap tap tap.
The slogans of the crowd "Protesting Railway Compensation" became clearer, but the details were still unclear.

The sound outside the window was so loud that it was hard to ignore. It should be a protest march passing by downstairs.

Julius sighed in disgust, and raised his voice so that his words could be heard over the noise outside the window. "Do I need to explain this? I need that werewolf to be my bodyguard, so I have to pay something. He doesn't want money, but he wants me to explain some special cultural terms to him, so why not?"

"So what did they say?"

"I didn't listen to anything. When the engineer saw that he was still with other people, he got furious and drove me away."

"Aren't you curious about what they said?" Hazel continued to ask.

"Why? I must find myself some work, must I?"

Tap tap tap tap
"Protest Jeremy Basby's brutality. The railway company should compensate the medical expenses of the tremor patients!"

When the noise appeared again, Julius stood up suddenly. He took this opportunity to relax and get rid of the series of problems for which he had not yet figured out a lie to deal with. No longer hiding his anger on his face, he walked quickly to the window and looked at the parade outside that was twisting like a long snake.

"Do you guys make such a fuss here every day?!"

Hazel also stood up and slowly walked to his side, looking at the crowd outside the window. "It's not uncommon. In fact, it's my job to find a way to deal with these people."

"What is tremor? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because this is a lie the union made up to get money out of us."

Hazel looked down at the dark waves of hats with disdain. If Julius hadn't mentioned this, he wouldn't have wanted to come here to take a look. "They say that residents living near the railway don't get enough rest every day because of the trains passing by, so they suffer from this disease that makes their bodies twitch unconsciously. They even invited some doctors to testify."

"They really take us for fools. It's not like I haven't seen this kind of symptoms before. They disappear after a few days of good sleep. Is this considered a disease?"

"In order to prevent those guys from causing trouble at night, all trains except the express trains are suspended at night. They still can't sleep well. Are they more delicate than the ladies in the palace?"

Julius did not speak. He had worked for Akechi before, and what he did at that time seemed to be no different from what Hazel did. Although it was not for a long time, he also quit because he did not like the job, but he knew that some night shift workers had a reversed schedule, and daytime was their rest time.

Farley Mammon Hazel put on a conscientious attitude, but seemed to know little about affairs.

Using rest as an excuse, Julius insisted to talk about work the next day. Hazel was a little surprised by his attitude, but just nodded without forcing him. After leaving here, he quickly returned to the apartment room that Morgan had lent him.

After rechecking the safety of the room, he closed the curtains and locked the door before lying on the bed, staring angrily at the ceiling and thinking about all the details of the conversation.

After resting for a few seconds, he raised his hands to cover his face, hiding his fury that was worsening uncontrollably.

Damn, Hazel, that bitch!

He almost killed him! He almost killed him!

Although he didn't understand what Hazel and his employer wanted, he knew that if he hadn't cut off his relationship with Clayton Bellew in time and hinted that his father knew about his trip, his father might have been implicated!

All those reminiscences were lies. From the moment he entered the door, Hazel was ready to drag him in. The only difference was death or shackles.

Both Clayton and himself have been caught up in this chaos and cannot escape.

Jeremy Busby was just a nouveau riche, but a large amount of money itself was still a force that could not be ignored. Perhaps he had overlooked something or underestimated this man he had never met, but the danger was imminent, or it might have already come, otherwise he would not have felt it so clearly.

What was the Queen's envoy originally investigating in Weiodi?
The strange feeling in his spiritual knowledge was like a stone embedded in his forehead. Julius was sweating all over. He didn't think he was always safe, and he didn't think he could represent only himself. His identity had long been tied to his father. If he did anything wrong, it would probably be considered as Grogne's instigation.

The Elders' Council of Sasha City has no possibility to resist any risks, as they are already under the watchful eyes of the powers that be.

If the queen hadn't noticed her father, Grogne, why would there be a state-of-the-art military airship in that small city?

That thing is used to restrain forest spirits.

Grogne can hide in the forest and use the forest to amplify his magic power, but a military airship is enough to burn down the entire forest overnight.

The stinging pain between his eyebrows made Julius vaguely see the blazing fire in the distance of the city. He realized that he must find out the real purpose of the Basbe family as soon as possible, so as to prevent this horrible premonition from becoming a reality.