Werewolf hunting rules

Hazel told Julius that Alexander Eleven hid a secret that could affect the fate of many people. Of course, he did not take the initiative to reveal anything. It was the prophets summoned by the three major families who suddenly discovered the special nature 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 person, and Julius certainly would not completely believe him, but this matter was probably related to the appearance of Nightingale of the Kingdom Intelligence Department here.

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 in this matter because other methods did not work.

Ordinary inquiries are useless. On the one hand, they do not know what this secret is specifically related to, so they cannot inquire about the matter. On the other hand, Alexander Eleven may not be the only person who knows this secret. He may have accomplices. If the inquiry is too in-depth, it may alarm them. For the same reason, it is not appropriate to make him disappear directly.

The guards tried to steal confidential documents and private letters, but they soon found that this was more unreliable 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. Although 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 documents that are like heavenly books.

Even if they consult professional scholars, they also report that most of the information involved is theoretical research, conjectures on some classical physics and mathematical problems, and as for the few documents that may be related to the secrets kept by Alexander, there are many privately invented symbols that they cannot decipher.

In summary, compared with other means, the normal approach method is more appropriate, so Julius, who has met Alexander, is highly expected by Hazel.

If a guest can visit once, the success rate of entering the door the second time will naturally be higher than that of others.

But Julius does not think that Alexander will let him approach. The last time he was able to enter the door was all thanks to Tocreton 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 serious and would insert very professional terms and terms into the conversation. Julius was the worst at dealing with such people.

While he was hesitating, Alexander moved again, limping back, and slowly walked towards his apartment full of experimental machines.

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

They stopped a long way from the door, and Alexander didn't enter. He suddenly stopped because someone - a boatman Julius found standing at the door who he had seen at the Berdalabik dock.

Why would the boatman be here?

He should be from the Conleone family. Julius recalled his experience not long ago. The information provided by Hazel showed that the Conleone family was the public identity of the Black Claw clan. Werewolf and senior engineer, these two words don't seem to match well.

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

Could it be that the big secret is also 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 movement downstairs through the glass window.

Alexander turned his back to him and talked to the boatman.

"What's the matter this time?"

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

Alexander was silent and did not answer immediately.

"You said that if something like this happens, you should be notified first, so we are here."

"I said so." The engineer spoke, and he did not look very sad, but made up his mind: "I will handle this matter next, you don't have to worry about it."

The few people did not speak again, and the engineer walked through them and entered the apartment alone.

When Alexander's back disappeared behind the door, the boatman of the Conriona family walked straight to the cafe across the street. Julius' heartbeat accelerated, almost thinking that his identity was discovered by the other party, but it was not. The boatman sat down at the next table and chatted in a low voice with another unremarkable diner.

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

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

The people of the Black Claw Clan had been monitoring Alexander here for a long time. He was sitting next to him, but he didn't sense it.

Luckily, this person was too focused on Alexander and didn't sense him.

"How could this happen?"

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

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

They did not 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 his mood had recovered a lot at this moment.

Clayton Bello did not leave, and was still being hunted by these local werewolves.

It was his miscalculation. They should not go north.

However, when he thought that Clayton was unlucky enough to be involved in such an incident again and was suffering in another place, Julius felt that the sky in Wei Aodi seemed to be brighter, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

He had to find a way to contact the other party, but these werewolves didn't seem to know where Clayton was, and he had something else on hand.

Maybe he should continue to monitor Alexander, 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 didn't want to be noticed by it, maybe he should give up this place and find another breakthrough.

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

Once Julius had an idea, he took action 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"

An inconspicuous building among many townhouses, with white walls and red roofs. The only thing that would attract the attention of those who are interested is that it actually opened the skylight in this winter. Seeing this situation, Julius knew that he had come to the right place.

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

Music came from the villa. Julius pushed the door open as if he had been there countless times. A dozen men and women dressed in old dresses 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 contemporary era.

The furniture and decorations in the house looked like antiques. Everything that was nearly a hundred years old basically did not exist in this house.

Seeing the wizard in contemporary clothes walk in, the eyes of these men and women gathered around, 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 on 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 am just looking for some special people."

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

"We are all special~"

"Excuse me, I am looking for believers of naturalism." Julius said.

Believers of naturalism are of course a synonym for druids, just like the Historical Dressing Club is a synonym for "a gathering place for the same kind of people established by the old-fashioned dark descendants who have lived for a long time but whose aesthetic ability is stagnant in order to seek recognition from others."

If he finds a druid of the city fusion school, he may be able to learn about the recent real-world trends of Wei'aodi through his father's relationship with the other party.

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

However, he waited for more than ten seconds, and no one stood up.

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 any clothing for thousands of years? A piece of cloth is enough for them."

Another person interrupted: "Many naturalists are also nudists."

"Then do you know where I can find druids?" 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 well-known 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 is a wizard of the Soul Taker department in the thirteen-member council in front of the king, a real court wizard, he didn't say anything, some guys who are not human at all are here to talk to him about etiquette.

He raised his hand and grabbed a strand of his long hair to show it to the group of dark descendants: "Take a good look, a two-foot-long strand of hair that has been nourished by magic for 25 years. By the way, I have a certain gift of prophecy, you can verify it. If you agree to the deal, I will willingly offer this thing, you should know how valuable it is."

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

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

"Deal!"

Another member of the clothing club shouted faster than him.