The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 407 Fishing in troubled waters
There are similar rumors all over the world - a pure-hearted man was tempted by the devil in every way, but remained unmoved. In the end, he conquered the devil, absorbed it into himself, and lived a very happy life with the devil's extraordinary power.

Compared to the real thing, the overall story is basically the same, only the ending is a little different - the pure-hearted man gained the power of the devil, and then went back to his harsh and hard life - no one wants to see such a bland ending, so they made some artistic adaptations.

Before you can conquer the devil, you need to conquer your desires first, but for most people, living like this is no different from being dead.

The demon monk in front of him was obviously a very rare success case, but Julius still didn't understand how a person like him could end up working in a government agency.

And the scars on his body.

Did he belong to the Brotherhood of Sincerity?

"Follow me." The ascetic Nightingale said to Julius. He had obviously followed the mark on Julius' body.

Seeing the opportunity to leave, Julius changed his mind.

"Maybe you should give me a reason."

The ascetic still stayed beside them, but ignored their communication. Nightingale released the magic barrier at too close a distance, and the level of the demon in his contract was not low either. He had no way to resist this method, and the invisible technique had blocked his keen ears and eyes.

But he will overcome it, maybe in a minute, maybe in two minutes.

Nightingale did not answer. He raised his hand and tried to strangle Julius' throat. Obviously, he had calculated that the target might resist.

In the shortest possible time, Julius raised his hands and stepped back while saying everything in one breath: "I know who you are, Nightingale. We should be investigating the same thing. If you still haven't succeeded, I have other ways."

Nightingale's outstretched hand gradually stopped.

"explain."

"You like to be direct, right?" Julius smiled. When he chose to do what he was good at, the situation was back under control.

He suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the ascetic monk Kasim and whispered a spell, then pointed at the back of Stone Fist Leon outside and did the same. The Soul Reaper School's coma spell can slow down a person's perception, and combined with the magic barrier's illusion effect, it is enough to extend the time they are controlled several times.

Then he dragged the body with great effort behind the load-bearing pillar of the toilet so that someone who came in to use the toilet later would not find a dead person there.

Thanks to the Nightingale's clever technique, the deceased didn't bleed much, otherwise it would not be so easy to hide the body.

After finishing all this, the wizard let out a breath.

"Now we can be less anxious."

The ascetic withdrew his gaze from the stone fist outside. From the moment Julius took action, he was no longer so anxious: "Can you explain how you know us first?"

Julius rubbed the mark on his right arm. It was quite comfortable to have something like this generating heat on his body in the winter.

"A friend of mine recognized the mark on my hand. But I want to make it clear that I didn't kill your companions. They were almost dead when I got there."

"I know. And how do you know our work, citizen?"

"A little hunch, a little common sense. I heard in Sasha City that your people were investigating my family. Although they mainly focus on investigating the influence of Dark Moon on us Darkborn, I think they also know more or less what happened in Wei Ao Di. Considering that the local tyrants here are trying to deal with me, and they killed your people at the same time, I can probably guess something."

"and who are you?"

"Julius--son of Grogne."

Nightingale's expression did not change, but Julius knew that he remembered his father's name.

The Kingdom Intelligence Department knows many people and many names.

"The Elders' Council of Sasha City has always been committed to maintaining peace and order. This is the first time we have seen a situation like Wei Ao Di. Don't think this is strange. Although Wei Ao Di is not far from Sasha City, we are exhausted by the affairs that our jobs require us to handle. We have never paid much attention to managing neighborhood relations."

"But now that it has come to this, we can't turn a deaf ear and dumb, so my father asked me to come and see what happened here and what makes our neighbors hate us so much." Julius said half-seriously.

The agent from the Kingdom's Intelligence Department remained noncommittal about his explanation.

"You said you could help me."

"Go to this place" Julius told Nightingale the address of Alexander Eleven.

"Perhaps you already know that there is an engineer named Alexander who is highly valued by the owner here. He wants to find out the secrets he is hiding, but he himself does not know about it. He also hired people from the Conleone family, who do not like the three major families, to work for him. Although these are just trivial matters, there are not many occasions that can connect these people. This is an opportunity."

"Thanks to the Conleone family, Alexander recently lost something that made him uneasy, but he doesn't want others to know what it is. You can see a Conleone who has been watching him in the cafe opposite his house. Disguise yourself as him, then go to the police to report it and see what happens." Julius didn't care what Alexander lost, but the more chaotic the situation, the better.

When chaos occurs, people's hidden weaknesses and secrets will be unconsciously exposed.

"That's a good idea, but you still have to come with me." Nightingale agreed with this, but there were some things he couldn't compromise on. He pointed to Julius' right arm and said, "It's still useful."

The birdcage mark apparently has functions other than indicating directions.

Julius took a deep breath and said, "If you need it urgently..." He rolled up his right sleeve, crossed his right arm in front of him, took out his horn dagger from his pocket with his left hand, pointed it at the birdcage mark on his right forearm skin, and then closed his eyes.

There was almost no sound, and the movement of the dagger was as short and quick as striking a match.

By the time Julius stopped, the piece of skin had been completely separated.

"Take it." He breathed out.

Nightingale, who came from the Brotherhood of Sincerity, looked at him with approval and took the piece of skin.

As soon as he had taken the harmful thing away, Julius quickly took a bandage from his other pocket and bandaged himself, then pulled down his sleeves so that no one could tell that he was injured.

"Someone died here, what are you still doing here?"

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"I have to stay. Hazel is still waiting for my help to deal with the Conleone family. This is a good opportunity to investigate the person behind him. And..." Julius smiled, looking very sincere: "Although one person died here, as long as you are not caught, they dare not deal with me. I know Hazel, he will not execute me as long as he thinks I am still useful."

The Brotherhood of Sincerity has a hermitage in Wei'aodi. Even if the identity of this Nightingale is exposed, as long as he hides inside, the guards will not be able to go in and arrest him.

It would be unwise to challenge a group of bulletproof ascetics, and that was probably why the Kingdom Intelligence Department had sent him to Weiodi.

The demon ascetic nodded, turned and walked out the door.

Julius then turned around and loosened his belt to relieve the pressure on the toilet.

When the power of the demonic barrier faded away, the ascetic suddenly turned around, and his suspicious eyes swept to the position where the psychic Steven was before. The scimitar was unsheathed at the first moment and pressed against Julius' neck.

"Where's the psychic?!"

Some members firmly believe that the Black Claw Clan can be reborn by combining with the Blood Eye Clan, while other members have their own opinions. However, due to their admiration for the clan leader Opiros, these opinions are buried deep in their hearts.

The werewolves in the opposition believe that the clans should remain at their past level, a basic military nobility hierarchy.

They will kill people, but they do so in order to consolidate power, not purely for money. Money is only a by-product of power, and killing for money is simply cheap.

Similarly, the traditions within the clan cannot be changed, especially the ceremony of changing the clan leader. The new clan leader must defeat the previous one to take the position.

Opilus' father followed tradition, but he took a shortcut.

Opilus did defeat his father, but in daylight, and when neither could transform, he defeated Shuryon.

Werewolves hate the daytime, and the weak human body is simply hateful to them, so no werewolf has ever tried to do this in the daytime before, and they never thought that any of their kind would choose to do so. Although Opiros' ascension to the position of patriarch meets the general requirements of the ceremony, he has not achieved any convincing achievements in the past two years. Compared with the Black Claw Clan's past status in Wei'odi, he has completely become a broker who introduces killer services in the dark world. He treats the labor of his people as a business, and has no ability to take the city back from those entrepreneurs.

There are many werewolves who do not obey Opiros, and they will definitely challenge him when they have the chance.

Those who support Opiros believe that times have changed. Since the decline of the Black Claw Clan is inevitable, it is his achievement to maintain the current level and not decline again.

The patriarch's duty is to ensure the clan's living standards and development. Since Opiros has done this, found a new position for the clan in society, and has a stable source of funds, there is no need to blame him any further.

As for whether the replacement of the patriarch must still be done through a duel, they also expressed doubts about this.

During the First Empire, the werewolf emperor was not born through a duel, which was also against instinct, but since the great men had set a precedent, why should they continue this boring tradition?
There are a considerable number of supporters and opponents, and to a certain extent, they are divided by blood. Green eyes are more supportive of tradition and conservatism, while blood eyes, who are from Opilus, generally believe that innovation leads to development.

Opiros himself knew this, so he acted more and more carefully, trying his best to avoid any further rift between the two merged clans.

But secret conflicts still occurred.

This behavior is not excessive, but it is already an ominous sign.

"Some of my compatriots opened the Wolf Blood Trial for mortals without informing me."

"Linde, that's your man, your closest relative, please tell me what to do?"