Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 415: Defense Counterattack
"I'm sorry, please inform Mr. Hutton that due to some unexpected events, we have to launch the plan ahead of schedule."

After finishing the investigation of Julius, Hazel immediately visited Grammer, the right-hand man of the head of the Hutton family, and informed him of the temporary changes one by one.

Since this is a critical moment, Mr. Hutton is not willing to personally meet a transcendent who is not loyal to him.

It was still Grammer who met with Hazel.

Thanks to Hazel's identity, they were finally able to talk indoors.

Not all members of the Sacred Heart Fraternity knew what the Guards were doing. Those with less wealth were only vaguely informed. There were only five people who were truly in charge, and three of them were from the most powerful local families: Hutton, Basby, and Orlanst. They formed a small alliance within this large alliance and held the real power of Weiodi. Therefore, they could make decisions almost independently without seeking the opinions of other members of the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

The Hutton family has connections with the military, and without their support, Weiodi's violent actions may expand without limit.

Today, the head of the Hutton family is holding a grand banquet, inviting the middle and senior military officers stationed locally to enjoy themselves in his mansion. The smell of delicious food and wine can be clearly smelled even through one floor.

All along, these extravagant clubs and lavish banquets have frequently appeared in Hazel's dreams. He couldn't help but look at the ceiling where the music came from.

Grammer said amiably, "We already know. Now please explain the reason, Mr. Hazel, and you'd better hurry up, because we have to deal with the consequences of this reckless behavior. Mr. Hutton is discussing this matter with those respectable officers. They are very dissatisfied that you dealt with those monsters without informing us or them."

"Nigel is dead. He was the most expert in assassination among the guards. Without him, our actions cannot be concealed from those non-humans."

"Oh, you should have told us earlier."

"To be honest, we didn't know he was that important before," Hazel said. "We didn't catch a monster quickly enough and it escaped, so we had to ask Deputy Mayor Turo Orenste to take the initiative and kill those who dared to come to the banquet."

Although he holds the official position of deputy mayor, Mr. Turo Orenste still prefers to use his own people to do things rather than contact the military to handle the matter.

Grammer also knew the gentleman's temper, so he did not continue to ask questions.

"It's not a big deal, but don't let it happen again. We have been helping Mr. Basby keep an eye on the Conleone family. You should be more serious."

Hazel promised to do so, and then took the opportunity to bring up the werewolf clan.

For some unknown reasons, Jeremy Busby was unwilling to let his people contact the Conrionay family, and instead asked the Hutton family to resolve the matter.

"We have arranged an insider in their family. He is their blood relative. They will not doubt him and will be able to pass on the information after a while."

Grammer didn't seem happy that things were going so smoothly. He paused and said, "The abandoned site at the Berdalabik docks has always been a training ground for these beasts to practice fighting. Half a month ago, they placed an order in the city for a large number of processed iron bars. The shape looks like they are going to build some huge cages. I really don't understand what kind of beasts they are going to move."

Hazel said calmly, "This may be the Conleone family's trump card - a few old werewolves. There is no need to worry about this. Whether it is them or the helpers they find from other places, the army's guns and artillery can deal with them."

The uneasiness hidden in Grammer disappeared, and he smiled and nodded again.

"It's not easy to wipe them out, but they are intelligent creatures after all. They know how to choose what's beneficial to them. It's not a wise move to be enemies with the Sacred Heart Fraternity. It's good for everyone to evacuate the city. Maybe when they understand this, we can win without fighting."

"That depends on the will of Heavenly Father." Hazel also smiled.

The service time had passed, but there were still many "people" in the Silverbusch Cathedral in the southern district of Weodi. They were local dark descendants, some of whom had achieved a good status and achievements in society, but after learning of the actions of the Sacred Heart Fraternity, they fled in a hurry and came to this holy place for refuge.

According to ancient customs, this is a place of refuge where no one can harm those who seek help.

But they remained restless, pacing back and forth, waiting for the priest to notify the bishop of the church to come out.

There were some armed men from the guards outside the church, holding guns, waiting impatiently for the prey inside to come out. They were religious, but when faith and wealth conflicted, they didn't mind temporarily changing their faith.

Seeing so many gunmen gathered outside, passers-by consciously avoided this place. The solemn atmosphere made the clergy in the church feel uneasy. Although the church was powerful, it was only at the macro level. These low-level clergy did not have enough power to stabilize the situation. If someone wanted to break in with a gun, they would definitely not be able to stop them. All they could rely on was the guards' respect for religion so that the situation would not deteriorate into a violent conflict.

But the Church has inevitably been drawn into this conflict, since the clergy cannot expel these non-humans who seek asylum.

They are not only dark descendants, but also visitors, devout believers, and borrowers from the church bank. When they gather together, the clergy of the church cannot ignore them.

The bishop, accompanied by a priest, walked through the street outside and slowly towards the church under the vulture-like eyes of the gunmen.

"We need to take a stand, Bishop." The accompanying priest supported the bishop to prevent the old man from falling.

"There is no need to make any statement, child. Since there is no new order from the throne, everything will remain the same. Let the guards keep a distance from our guests until this storm passes." The old bishop had white hair, and his eyebrows and lips were bare. Although his body was a little shrunk, his skin was still fair and smooth, which was rare for a ninety-year-old man.

They walked into the church and brought peace back to this place full of chaos and unrest.

Facing these inhuman faces, the old man loudly announced his decision: "Don't worry, everyone. Just like the past thousands of years, the church is still a refuge for those who want to convert."

All the Darkin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can the Church stop the Sacred Heart Fraternity's persecution of us?" a darkborn asked. "This isn't even revenge, they're just robbing us! This is against the laws of the kingdom!"

The bishop looked at him kindly and said, "I will contact the bishops of other dioceses to deal with this matter, but I cannot guarantee that other parish brothers will think the same way."

The Cathedral of Sifolbus belongs to the territory of the Yellow Light Society, a White sect that worships the yellow phase of the sun. The White sect believes that among the three phases of the sun, the white phase is the pure and supreme sky power, the red phase is the masculine power that symbolizes destruction, and the yellow phase is the feminine power that represents tolerance and fertility. In the past, the clergy had disagreements over the order of the three phases and launched several purges until the throne mediated with the holy law and formed the Three Phases Only Society.

But the birth of the Three Phases Society does not mean that the sects that worship the three phases separately have disappeared, they still exist.

Among the believers of the Three Phases, the Yellow Light Society that worships the Yellow Phase is the most tolerant of non-humans, which is why these darkspawn chose to come to the Silverbusch Cathedral for help.

But sects other than the Yellow Light Society may not want to intervene in the struggle between the Dark Indigen and the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

This should have been expected, but the darkborn were still frustrated. They had been in human society for too long, had built a more prosperous business than most humans, and had never lacked taxes. They believed that they were an indispensable part of this country, and never thought that they would be isolated and helpless like today.

How could someone break the rules and deal with them?!
The flames of shock and anger burned in their hearts, and in order to avenge this unpleasant feeling, they took the initiative to make a suggestion.

"We are willing to donate double the tribute to this church in the future. We only hope that we can establish a closer cooperative relationship to prevent such ignorant people from persecuting us in the name of religion in the future."

Hearing this, the old man showed a very bright smile on his face.

At this moment, a gunshot was heard outside the church. No one knew where the gunshot was coming from, but the expressions of everyone in the church were as if the bullet had hit their feet. The excited atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

The old bishop shook off the hand of the priest beside him, straightened his back, walked quickly to the pulpit, and placed his palm on it.

As an ancient contract came into effect, a dozen dripping stone beasts lying on the outer walls and eaves of the church began to tremble. They were reborn from the dead, shaking off the dust and crust that had accumulated on their bodies for who knows how many years, and stood up in high spirits. Their rock-hard bodies made dull collision sounds just by moving.

Seeing this strange sight, the guards outside the church also retreated.

This scene was sensed by the Dark Elves, who all exclaimed that the deal was worth it.

Outside of this sacred place, there is also a profane place that provides temporary shelter for the Darkin.

The followers of the lustful demon god Ainate provided a secret residence for the dark descendants. This is also the place where they usually hold witch meetings. It is difficult for outsiders to find this place.

Because the requirements for joining the society include the trial of eating children, participants of the Society are not tolerated by various forces. They usually need to meet in secret. Once they are found to have been deeply involved in the activities of the Society, even a cardinal archbishop will be excommunicated by the church.