The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 403 The Man Holding the Key

Hazel told Julius that Alexander Eleven was hiding a secret that could affect the fate of many people. Of course, he did not reveal anything on his own initiative. It was the prophets summoned by the three major families who suddenly discovered the peculiarity of this engineer through divination. In order to obtain this useful information, he needed Julius to dig out this secret.

Hazel was not an honest man, and Julius certainly would not completely trust him, but this matter was most likely related to the appearance of Nightingale from the Kingdom Intelligence Department.

For the sake of superficial cooperation and his own desire to explore, Julius began to approach Alexander.

This is not an easy task.

Hazel asked him to intervene because nothing else had worked.

Ordinary questioning was useless. On the one hand, they didn't know what the secret was about, so they couldn't ask about it. On the other hand, Alexander Eleven might not be the only one who knew the secret. He might have accomplices. If they asked too much, they might alert them. For the same reason, it would not be appropriate to make him disappear.

The guards tried to steal confidential documents and private letters, but they soon found that this was less reliable than direct torture.

Alexander Eleven is a doctor of engineering and electrical engineering, a member of a famous mathematics club, and an honorary fellow of the Royal Institute of Mechanics. His social network is full of people, and the content of his communication is truly extraordinary. Even though these so-called extraordinary people can come and go freely in his house and ignore security and defense, they are helpless with the data and formulas in those files.

Even when consulting professional scholars, they also reported that most of the information involved was theoretical research and conjectures about some difficult problems in classical physics and mathematics. As for the small number of documents that may be related to the secrets kept by Alexander, there were many privately invented symbols that they were unable to decipher.

To sum up, the normal approach is more appropriate than other means, so Hazel has high hopes for Julius, who has met Alexander.

If a guest visits once, his success rate of entering the second time will naturally be higher than others.

But Julius didn't think Alexander would let him get close to him. The last time he was able to get in was thanks to Creton Bello. He had been observing Alexander for a while, but couldn't think of a topic to approach him alone.

Alexander was the kind of person who was very serious and would insert very professional terms into the conversation. Julius was the worst at dealing with such people.

During his hesitation, Alexander moved again, limping back, slowly towards his apartment filled with experimental machines.

Julius casually put the potted plant back on the windowsill next to him and walked slowly in unison behind the engineer.

They stopped a long way from the door, and Alexander did not go in. He stopped suddenly because someone was standing at the door - a boatman whom Julius found himself seeing at the Berdalabik dock.

Why is the boatman here?
He should be a member of the Conleone family. Julius recalled his recent experience. The information provided by Hazel showed that the Conleone family was the apparent identity of the Black Claw clan. Werewolf and senior engineer, these two words did not seem to match well.

But Clayton also visited Alexandria, so this conclusion is not absolute.

Could that great secret also be related to the Black Claw clan? What would they discuss?

Julius pretended to have something else to do, turned a corner and walked to the cafe across the street, observing the movements downstairs through the glass window.

Alexander had his back to him and was talking to the boatman.

"What's the matter with you this time?"

The boatman said, "The things you delivered to us were lost. A robber stole our boat and took them away with him. We are now trying to find them back."

Alexander remained silent and did not answer immediately.

"You said that if something like this happened, we would notify you first, so here we are."

"That's what I said." The engineer said, not looking sad at all, but rather making up his mind: "I'll take care of this matter from now on, you don't have to worry about it."

The men said nothing more, and the engineer passed them and entered the apartment alone.

When Alexander's back disappeared behind the door, the boatman of the Conleone family walked straight to the cafe across the street. Julius' heart beat faster, and he almost thought that his identity had been discovered by the other party, but it wasn't. The boatman sat down at the next table and chatted in a low voice with another unprepossessing diner.

"Someone will come to replace you in a while, you can go back first."

He didn't recognize Julius, but this sentence made Julius even more scared.

It turned out that someone from the Black Claw clan had been here to monitor Alexander for a long time. He was sitting right next to him, but he didn't even sense it.

Fortunately, this person was too focused on Alexander and did not sense him.

"How could this happen?"

"You haven't been back recently, so you don't know what happened. Two nights ago, Lord Linde invited a wild wolf to visit the castle, but he turned out to have bad intentions. Last year's newcomer, Lavin, also betrayed us. The clan leader wanted to enforce clan rules on them, but they jumped from the upstairs into the moat, so they survived and are now seeking revenge on us."

"The day before yesterday, the wild wolf killed several people and stole one of our ships. The shaman divined and confirmed that Lavin was dead, and the outsider was still in the city today."

They didn't mention Alexander. When one of them left for a while, Julius ended his spiritual induction, put down his cup, lowered his head and walked out of the cafe with the potted plant. No one knew that he was feeling much better at the moment. Clayton Bello didn't leave either, and was still being hunted by these local werewolves.

He had miscalculated, they shouldn't have gone north.

However, when he thought that Clayton had the misfortune to be involved in such an incident again and was suffering in another place, Julius felt that the sky in Weiodi seemed to brighten up, and he felt a lot more relieved.

He had to find a way to contact them, but these werewolves didn't seem to know where Clayton was, and he had other things on his hands.
Maybe he should continue to monitor Alexandria, but there are werewolves from the Black Claw clan doing the same thing here, and overlapping behavior will increase the risk of exposure. If he doesn't want to be noticed by it, maybe he should give up here and find another breakthrough.

He had to find some extraordinary people who were neither members of the Guards nor members of the Guards' hostile forces to ask about the situation.

Once Julius had an idea, he acted immediately.

He waved to a newsboy on the street, then bought a few newspapers at random, flipped through the pages one by one, and soon found what he wanted.

"Historical Dressing Club"

A building that looks inconspicuous among many townhouses, with white walls and red roof. The only thing that would catch the attention of those who are interested is that its skylight is wide open in this winter. Seeing this, Julius knew that he had come to the right place.

Sacrificing temperature for light is not cost-effective for ordinary people.

The sound of music came from the villa. Julius pushed the door open calmly as if he had been there countless times. A dozen men and women wearing old suits and dressed as characters from the last century were walking around inside. There were also three or two people sitting in the corner talking. There were musicians playing music, and the instruments and music were quite traditional, maintaining a joyful atmosphere that should not exist in the modern era.

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The furniture and decorations in the house all looked like antiques, and anything that was nearly a hundred years old hardly existed in the house.

Seeing the wizard in contemporary clothes walk in, the men and women all turned their attention to him, but soon dispersed and continued the original topic with their friends nearby. Some of them even chatted in ancient languages.

Julius took off his hat, and his long green hair drooped about his shoulders like extended slime mold tentacles.

Someone shouted to him, "Joining the club requires a vote from the committee members, and they are not here today. Please come another day."

"I'm just here to find some special people."

Most people ignored him, but some turned their attention back to him, including a lady in a silk dress next to him. She giggled and waved her fan in front of her chest:

“We are all special~”

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a believer in naturalism," said Julius.

Believers in naturalism are, of course, another name for druids, just as the Historical Dress Club is another name for "a gathering place for the same kind of people established by old-fashioned Darkin who have lived a long time but whose aesthetic ability has stagnated in order to seek recognition from others."

If he could find a druid from the city fusion sect, perhaps he could use his father's relationship with the druid to learn about Wei'odi's recent real-world movements.

And since druids have a close relationship with shapeshifters, maybe someone will happen to see a werewolf that can't roar.

However, he waited for more than ten seconds and no one came forward.

A gentleman who was still wearing garters and high heels sighed heavily.

"We are a historical clothing club, but we will not invite believers of naturalism. Do you think they have pursued anything in clothing over the past thousands of years? A piece of cloth is enough for them."

Another person chimed in: "Many naturalists are also nudists."

"Then do you know where I can find a druid?" Julius asked again. "Or you can answer some of my questions, I will pay you, or I can invite you to become a member of another famous club."

The gentleman in high heels smiled and shook his head: "You are wrong, young man, we don't communicate like this, you should be more polite."

"I'm in a hurry," the wizard said impatiently.

He was a wizard from the Soul Reaper lineage in the Thirteen-member Council before the Emperor, a true court wizard. He didn't say anything, but some guys who were not even human were trying to be polite to him.

He raised his hand and grabbed a lock of his hair to show it to the group of Darkborn. "Take a good look at this. It's two feet long and has been nourished by magic for twenty-five years. By the way, I have a certain gift of prophecy, which you can verify. If you agree to the deal, I will willingly offer this thing to you. You should know how valuable it is."

Hair with prophetic powers, still this long, and completely voluntary, this kind of goods is definitely a luxury in the real world.

The gentleman in high heels couldn't help but lick his lips.

"make a deal!"

another member of the Clothing Club shouted even faster than he did.