The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 408: The Infection of Civilization

Faced with the patriarch's questioning, Linde was speechless.

Electric lights hummed around them, making up for the castle's lack of lighting design and making the wooden veneer above and under their feet shine brightly. This was Opiros' office.

Yesterday evening, a sad news quickly returned to Berdalabik. The guys sent by Lind to carry out Alexander Eleven's commission were all killed. The people who brought back the news came from other people who were out on a mission. They were originally going to look for the two bodies, so they didn't even bring weapons. Unexpectedly, they encountered the deceased himself committing the crime.

Edwards survived and attacked the boat carrying the machinery, and the dead fought to the last moment, and the fierce battle also damaged the boat. After killing them, the murderer robbed the boats of the latecomers and left them drifting on the damaged boat for an hour.

Upon hearing the news, the werewolves in the clan were very surprised. No one had expected that the outsider could survive from Elder Maxim, and not only did he not escape, but he also planned to retaliate against them.

Before the funeral, the body needs to be further examined. The clan is brewing a revenge plan of not-so-small magnitude. Before arranging the manpower, the werewolves need to know to what extent the damn Edwards has recovered from his serious injuries.

This outsider's power is equal to that of a Grand Knight, and within the clan, such a werewolf can become a Fang.

None of the Fangs of the Black Claw clan intended to deal with him personally. They planned to let the young men do it, and regarded hunting a wounded Fang as a trial full of honor.

Some simple penetrating wounds and cuts can be healed by a werewolf in just one or two nights, but it takes longer to recover from damage to the internal organs. Elder Maxim's attack penetrated Edwards' chest and abdomen, and even a werewolf at Fang's level would take half a month to heal.

A clan member who worked as a local doctor took on the task of performing the autopsy. However, after examination, he discovered that one of the dead was a werewolf, and they had never met in the ritual hall, so the seriousness of the matter immediately increased.

The doctor was a member of the Bloody Eyes, so he did not announce the matter but informed Opiros first.

And Opilus now informed Lind.

The deceased who secretly accepted the wolf blood trial was Lind's nephew. The source of the wolf blood was obvious. He had always maintained the minimum concentration of wolf blood, and did not share the clan's cursed blood or join the entire clan's law system. This was obviously to deceive Lind's eyes and disguise himself as a human.

And because of this concealment, his reasons for working for Lind seemed suspicious.

Splitting the clan and monitoring the actions of the patriarch's right-hand men. This series of crimes is even more heinous than Edwards' actions.

"I don't know what to do," Lind sighed.

Opiros stared at his loyal follower, as if waiting for something: "Your brother Ctarat is watching you, don't you have any dissatisfaction?"

"Of course there are, but maybe in our eyes, it was our brothers who betrayed us first."

The young clan leader sighed and said, "You can forgive his mistakes out of kinship, but I cannot tolerate such an offense. His actions are tearing our clan apart."

"I see."

Linde supported his left knee, put down his right leg, and slowly half-knelt in front of him.

"Lord, please give the order."

Opiros' breathing became heavy. He stared at the documents on the table and drew circles under the table with the end of the short cane in his right hand, round after round, until he stopped half a minute later.

"Ktarat has three sons with wolf blood. According to the marriage contract, the youngest son who was born recently belongs to his wife's family."

"Yes," said Lind.

"Send two now, and send the second smaller one as well, to solidify the friendship between us and the Gray Mountain Clan. As for his eldest son - the boy is 27 years old this year, which is the age for werewolves to enter adulthood. I will give him a chance to win glory."

"The fangs of the clan are making plans for revenge. They want to hunt down the bastard from the Elder Council who survived by chance. Although he was seriously injured, he is still very powerful. They will choose young people from their own family who are capable and eager to establish merit to join the hunt. Now, let this boy join the action list. If he performs well, he can replace his father's position. If he unfortunately dies, may the dark moon protect his soul."

Lind subconsciously made the sign of the cross on his chest. Seeing this, Opiros closed his eyes and waved his hand to let him go out and deliver his orders.

Then Opiros looked at a business flyer for an elevator installation company on his desk.

The elders of the clan have difficulty changing into human form due to aging and absorbing too many curses. Their large bodies make it difficult for them to walk up the stairs. They are usually locked in their rooms and cannot provide any help to the clan. If there is a huge elevator, they can go downstairs at ordinary times. Even if it is inconvenient for them to take action, they can still teach the younger generation of werewolves hunting techniques.

This seems to be an improvement that has only benefits. The only concern is that the werewolves will inadvertently reveal their identities to the workers.

But in fact, as long as he put forward this idea, the conservatives would definitely be dissatisfied with his destruction of their ancestral foundation. And because the werewolf who built this castle was the ancestor of the green-eyed clan, not the ancestor of the red-eyed clan, Opiros's actions would further the division of the clan.

There is precedent for this phenomenon.

Every time he thought of this, Opiros couldn't help but sigh.

Becoming weak because of everything you own is the real "curse" that even the werewolf nobles of the First Empire cannot avoid. He may be sad to read this history, but what can he change?
Those middle-aged werewolves who claimed to be traditionalists were inexplicably hostile to him, but the green-eyed elders who were over a hundred years old respected him instead.

However, the elders did not intervene in his struggle with the traditionalists. They seemed to regard this as a test for the patriarch, or they believed in Opiros' ability and authority, so they would not intervene actively, lest their support undermine his dignity.

Opiros also believed that he could solve this problem. He just needed a chance to truly integrate the clan.

"Lord!"

A loud shout startled him out of his reverie. The newcomer stood in front of the door, panting, without knocking.

Opiros did not blame the werewolf, but instead asked him to come in and rest immediately.

This werewolf named Saxon is a member of the Black Claw clan who stayed in the Weioddi office. To get here, he needs to pass through the northern district and a large area of ​​wilderness. It is a long journey, so notifying him is no small matter.

really.

"The guards are hunting down the darkspawn in the city!"

Opiros was stunned for a moment, and crossed his fingers on the table:
"Who?"

"All the Darkspawn!" Saxon's mouth was covered with white foam, his nostrils flaring, and he looked like he was about to stand up at any moment even when he was sitting. "Those high-ranking Darkspawn were deceived a day ago, and were killed this morning. The Historical Dressing Club, the Ambre Federation, the Ancient Dragon Fossil Research Institute, the Hummingbird, and some other organizations whose names I can't remember right now, but their top leaders are all dead."

"What's the reason for them to do this?" Opiros still couldn't believe it.

"I don't know." Saxon panted continuously, extremely uneasy. "Now those who are still alive are either fleeing or looking for shelter in the city. Those who stayed behind are reluctant to give up their assets. Even if they want to escape, they have to buy time to transfer their assets."

"Lord, should we also try to migrate? The organizers of the Guards have always been hostile to us. Except for the Hutton family, the other two families are unwilling to contact us. Maybe they will find a chance to kill us this time."

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Hearing this, Opiros's expression suddenly stopped being confused, and his face looked half-smiley, as if he was not worried about this issue at all.

"Don't worry about our problems. I will take care of them. As for the other darkspawn, they need a shelter. Go on, where did they go?"

Saxon said uneasily, "Some people joined the Winged Serpents, which are part of the Orlanst family. They thought that this would save them from disaster. Some went to the church for asylum because the tribute paid by these Darkborn believers was enough. The church in the city is also protesting this. Some people followed the prophetess Abigail of the House of Truth, and many more hid themselves through the connections of the Witches' Society."

"Of course, there are also us. Someone has contacted me, hoping to unite the clans to fight against the guards. They are waiting downstairs now."

Opilus immediately asked him to summon the guests.

A former member of the Historical Dress Club walked in, spitting and sitting down uneasily. Then came a female researcher from the Ancient Dragon Fossil Research Institute. She was also uneasy about everything around her, looking around all the time, and the work badge hanging on her chest flapped back and forth.

"I am not here to represent myself this time. I mean, not only myself, but also this lady." said the snake man, his vertical pupils staring at Opiros, waiting for his nod before speaking the next sentence.

Opiros smiled and said, "I know, but you guys came here pretty quickly. If you want to find a shelter in Viodi, Berdalabik is the farthest place. I can't believe this is true."

"I just heard some rumors a long time ago, so I made some preparations." The snake man said, "I heard before that the frequent disappearances in the city were actually the guards secretly dealing with the mutated newborns in the past two years. But I basically regarded this as nonsense before and only made a little preparation. Otherwise, I would have come to you a long time ago."

"If there are more than three, one of them must be removed. This was the old duke's rule, and it is up to you to enforce it. I was also in Weiodi at the time and experienced this period. But we all know that the environment was not very good at that time, and such a conflict was unavoidable. Now we can obviously live in peace, but the guards are causing disputes. If the Black Claw Clan can help us deal with the guards, the remaining members of the Historical Clothing Club will support your family to regain control of Weiodi."

This hits the nail on the head.

The Conleone family was a noble family, but their surname and coat of arms were not recorded in the Blue Blood Book because they were privately appointed knights of the Duke of Viodi.

In the past, great nobles were surrounded by groups of privately-appointed knights. The contracts granting them knighthood were only in the hands of the Duke's family. Only this document containing magical power could guarantee their noble status and rights, so they would be extremely loyal to their master's family.

The Duke's family was still in Viodi, and the Conleone family was a recognized aristocracy, but when the master disappeared with the contract, the Conleone family could not maintain their status and reputation, and they were about to degenerate into gentry.

They have now degenerated once, and the contrast between before and after makes the werewolves of the Black Claw clan extremely keen to return to the past.

But Opiros did not rush to agree to him, but just looked at another guest.

"What about you, ma'am?"

The female researcher looked at Opiros in panic, and the next second, her face suddenly changed into a different look.

"Me too, I just didn't expect these humans to be so crazy."

Opiros looked at this human whose mind was almost half taken over by the nightmare: "I thought a being like you who is good at hiding would not be afraid of this little disturbance."

"A small disturbance?" The Nightmare snorted coldly: "They are serious."

"Opiros, don't think your clan can stay out of this. They may let me go, but they will never let you go. Even a fool knows that cooperating with you is far more beneficial than being hostile to you. But why do they hate you so much and exclude you? Do you know?"

Opilus's expression grew serious.

"you know?"

"Because of a prophecy." The nightmare said gloomily: "Railway tycoon Jeremy Basby bought the old duke's old house. It was there that he met the prophetess Abigail. He exchanged his exaggerated wealth for a prophecy and then left Viodi."

"I can't spy on the content of the prophecy, but it is that prophecy that makes him hostile to you. He has no power, but his wealth is the most astonishing among the three major families. Two-fifths of the guards belong to him, so even if he is not here, there will be people who will help him get things done."

"Opiros, your situation is the same as ours now. Either you abandon everything and leave Viodi, or stay and fight them with us."