The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 400: Latecomer Clayton
Every autumn and winter, there are always a lot of birds under the rowan trees in the countryside, and anyone who wants to taste them can pick up a few without any effort.

The rotten berries become a natural wine that paralyzes greedy visitors and leaves them at the mercy of others.

The main ingredient of holy water is elderberry, which matures in autumn and winter, and now it is January. Ignoring that the ingredients of the potion have fermented, Clayton Bellow forced himself to drink a bathtub full of "sweet wine" in order to get rid of his weakness. At this moment, he was no different from a greedy bird.

He had a good alcohol tolerance, but he drank too much and eventually passed out.

Fortunately, this place is remote and nothing happened the whole night. Clayton, who had just woken up, was still lying on the ground due to a hangover. He squinted at the sunlight coming through the cracks in the wall. Suddenly, he sat up with a start and realized that he had to face a new problem.

His ticket has expired.

He bought the first batch of trains, which started at seven o'clock, and the sun was already past nine o'clock.

The daytime in Weiaodi is two hours later than in other places.

If he had woken up earlier, he would be on the train by now.

Clayton rubbed his forehead painfully, and the black hair lying on his forehead became messy, making him look more like a homeless person.

He didn't know how many times he had delayed his own business.

He admitted that he was guilty and that his crimes were serious, but if God or a god wanted to punish him for this, they should shoot him instead of making him make the wrong choices for every important decision.

Compared to the days when he just turned into a werewolf, he was now less and less able to make decisive judgments. He always dragged himself down because of greed and instinct, and even abandoned his dignity as a human being. When he thought of himself greedily licking the remaining potion in the bathtub in order to absorb essence when he was half drunk, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He is now more like a beast than before.

The curse had completely changed him, but he didn't want to leave it.

He felt simply disgusting.

Clayton Bello dressed and staggered around the room in a state of introspection.

He thought that since he was already late, he might as well be even later. The holy water in the bathtub was not all, because the vitality it contained did not allow him to fully recover. At most, he recovered half of his condition. There must be the rest here, perhaps it was the undiluted concentrate, and he wanted to find it out.

If he were to recover slowly, it might take him two months to regain his original glory, because in addition to healing, he would also need extra vitality to sacrifice to the moon.

Several Hybrids lay dying on the ground, but Clayton didn't care at all; they died the moment the transformation was complete.

As he wished, he found a pot of holy water on the table in another room of the safe house. There were also some bottles and jars on the shelf against the wall next to it, which seemed to be the alchemist's reserves. The werewolf opened the lid and smelled it, realizing that these potions were all different odorants. Brandon used them to give orders to the irrational mixed insects, but he didn't understand how to use them, so he couldn't use them even if he got them.

There was a locked cabinet next to it. Clayton didn't waste time looking for the key. He just smashed the cabinet and found Brandon's diary inside.

Even Clayton was surprised that someone had written "DIARY" on the cover of a diary.

There might be valuable things recorded in it, such as the complete formula of holy water, but he didn't want to go into it now. He just put the diary away and completed Brandon's disguise again before going out.

With Brandon's advanced pass, he walked directly through some blocked streets and quickly walked towards the train station. On the way, he found an opportunity to remove his disguise and walked on the street with his real identity.

Clayton didn't relax until the glass and steel dome of the train station came into view.

He bought a ticket for an hour's departure, and sat on a bench inside the station waiting for the train to depart. It was at this time that he had time to check Brandon's diary, which explained something he had not known before.

The so-called guards are a measure taken by the rich people of Wei'aodi to deal with the extraordinary bandits. There are more than two hundred members, and each of them has extraordinary skills.

Because all three major families have members holding important positions in the city government, this armed organization called the Guards can almost be regarded as official law enforcement personnel. It's just that because the House of Commons and the House of Lords passed a bill to abolish the sheriff system last year, they have now turned into private armed forces, but their role is still to protect the wealthy people's huge industries in Weiodi from being attacked by those wandering extraordinary people.

Ordinary people can certainly commit crimes, but extraordinary people are different. They possess superhuman powers and think they are superior, so they don’t mind killing people when committing crimes, and they will never treat themselves badly when spending, so they spend money faster and commit crimes more frequently.

Just like the rogue knights of the past, they are only inspired by blood and wealth, have almost no conscience, and have never thought of stopping.

In the past, the responsibility for dealing with these vagrants fell on the nobles, and "hunting" in court parlance also included clearing out thieves and rogue knights, but today's system has weakened the nobility, and the same task is shared by the church and the urban class, with local secret societies also contributing in secret.

In the city, it is very difficult for ordinary soldiers to deal with extraordinary people even if they have muskets.

So the rich people in Wei Aodi jointly invested and hired another group of extraordinary people to do this, and the three major families were their leaders.

However, the hired supernaturals were not united. In addition to their positions, they were divided into camps based on their origins and inheritance. Some supernaturals needed to fulfill their obligations to their leaders and the associations they belonged to while gaining power, and to deal with the enemies of the associations. Now, they and their enemies happened to be hired by the same employer, but the hatred between them could not be stopped, so what happened last night happened.

Clayton was not surprised by this. It was natural that the more powerful a person was, the more difficult it was for him to accept constraints.

These extraordinary people from other places can be considered to have conscience by not robbing their employers.

Of course, the three major families do not rely on the conscience of others to survive in order to dominate Weiodi, and Brandon's diary details their countermeasures to this arrangement.

The Hutton family found some senior military officers to take charge, the Basbe family hired the Key Corps, a group of crazy wizard mercenaries who were absolutely loyal to money, to serve as the supervisory team of the guards, and the Orlanst family had joined a local secret society called the Winged Serpents, which posed a certain deterrent to the guards.

In addition to normal defense tasks, the guards also received an order from the Hutton family that they needed to monitor members of the Conrione family entering the city.

The Hutton family was obviously not very friendly to the Black Claw clan, and the other families were not very friendly either.

Clayton knew that the defense work undertaken by the [Guards] was once handled by the Black Claw Clan under Grand Duke Weioddi. Now that the Duke's heir is missing, they kicked it out. This undoubtedly caused the Black Claw Clan to lose most of its income, so they have now switched to becoming killers.

Clayton was a little confused as to how these ordinary people had forced the Conleone family to give in, and there was no mention of this in the diary.

In addition, Brandon mentioned another incident in his diary.

In addition to semi-publicly recruiting extraordinary people to form guards, the three major families also sent invitations to some powerful extraordinary people with higher status in the "real world", inviting them to meet in Wei Ao Di.

Among them were Elder Gregory of the Druids, a famous Eagle God priest from Mesri whose name he could not pronounce, the bear shaman Gasherov from Vigia, the scimitar master and ascetic Marug from the Eastern Steppes, the prophetess Abigail from the House of Truth, and the Holy Grail Cult, which was famous for its blood secrets and alchemy, also sent envoys to the meeting.
In addition to these people, there are many more occult experts who are not in the South who received invitations.

Without exception, they are not good people, and it is difficult to tell whether they are good or evil. It is said that a few months ago, someone saw people from the Doomsday Seekers sect coming to Wei'aodi and haunting the mansion of the Basbe family.

Seeing this record, Clayton was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and put away the diary with a serious face.

This news is most likely true. He had dealt with the guys from the Doomsday Seekers sect at the end of last year. Kok was the contact person of their team. The large force attacked the city of Sasha when he was in Revo, but was ended by the Elders Council and the army. This could not be a coincidence.

That group of crazy people must have passed through Wei Aodi and then went to Sasha City to go crazy.

Most people try to create a massacre, while the contact person Kok is responsible for seizing the placenta of the original whale left by the Holy Grail to communicate with the fairyland.

But if the Doom Seekers were really colluding with the Basbe family, could he assume that these things were also directed by the Basbe family? The Basbe family was close to the Hutton family, and the Hutton family had military connections. Did the senior officers who worked for them know about all this?

Develop your own army and attack other cities.

What on earth do these people want to do?
Clayton suddenly felt an emotion, neither fear nor anger, but confusion.

He has been in this real world for less than two years, and has been re-understanding this world from scratch. He is still troubled by the curse on himself from time to time and hesitates whether to continue to improve his strength. Even with all these troubles, he can use his strength to win everything new after losing everything, and no longer needs to worry about food and clothing.

He has realized that what he really wants is not in the outside world, but within himself.

At the same time, some super rich guys who also possess extraordinary powers unite together for some unknown reasons to launch a earth-shaking conspiracy, and they are willing to kill many, many people for this purpose.

why?
They almost have everything, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Clayton couldn't figure it out.

Just like he couldn't understand why the Kingdom of Towton and Dorne had to go to war, perhaps these upper-class people just had a quirk and liked to kill some people to prove that they were extraordinary.

"gentlemen."

While he was sitting on a bench thinking, a well-dressed man came over, bowed very humbly and called him.

There are more people at the station now, but this man's handsome looks and manners still stand out in the crowd.

Clayton came back to his senses and took in everything about the man who had inexplicably come up to him. He was very sure that his current attire and appearance were not suitable for a conversation with a man of this level of clothing, and he didn't know why the other party was talking to him.

He squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't stand the bright light: "Sir, I don't seem to know you."

"But you may know my master, and he would like to invite you over for a meeting," the man in a tuxedo said politely.

"Your master? Who?" Clayton didn't remember having any acquaintances in Weiordi.

"Yes, my lord, but before I tell you his name, may I ask if you are Mr. Clayton Bello, who was once a riding instructor in the Dragoon Regiment?"

This question was like a flash of lightning exploding in his mind. Clayton looked at the man in front of him in doubt, not only because the other party called out his real name. Many people knew that he had been a soldier, but few knew that he had been a riding instructor in the Dragoon Regiment. It was not an official position, but a leader of the Dragoon Regiment invited him to teach out of personal friendship. People who were not familiar with him would never tell this.

"I am. Who is your master?"

The servant uttered a commonplace name.

“Norris.”

Hearing this name, Clayton Bellew was stunned. He opened his mouth and completely forgot to cover up anything. What he said came out of his heart: "Norris? I thought he was dead. His name clearly appeared on the army's list of casualties. How could he still be alive? How could he be here? How could he find me?"

Norris, a close friend of his.

He thought he only had three close friends left, but now one of them has come back to life.

This is really amazing news.

Even the things he just thought about might not be more important to Clayton than this matter.

The servant looked at him eagerly: "My master knows you will be confused, and he will give you the answer, as long as you follow me to see him now."

"I..." Clayton put down the words that were on his lips. He tried to suppress his excitement and shook his head to reject them. "I have made some enemies now, so it is not appropriate for me to meet him. Maybe we can exchange contact addresses and meet again next time."

"My master may be different from when you knew him. He is now strong enough to protect his friends."

"Even if the enemy is a werewolf?"

The servant nodded without showing any surprise or amusement.

As they looked at each other, the train platform began to shake slightly. The people who had been standing and waiting walked towards the platform. Those who had been sitting on the benches put down their newspapers and stood up to join them. Some people stretched their heads over the railing and tilted their heads to look expectantly at the end of the track.

The train is coming.

Clayton put his hand on his pocket, where he found the ticket he had bought for this train.

Should I leave, or go meet a close friend who has come back from the dead?

Does this require hesitation?

He released his hands and stood up.

“Come on, take me to see Norris.”

The servant nodded respectfully, and they walked out of the station with their backs to the train that was approaching the platform and slowly slowing down. A carriage had already stopped at the exit.