Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 433 Preliminary Work
Perhaps the famous bookstore in Sasha City really permeated the city with the elegance created by paper, pen, ink and the works of famous writers. The gang fights there were more polite than in other places Clayton had seen, and they could reconcile with each other if one or two people died.

The opposite is true for Wei Aodi.

The other places Clayton had seen were nothing compared to this.

There is discrimination and murder here.

Yaxin is also a messed up place, but the murders there are more secretive than those in Wei Ao Di, because the killers are also worried about accidents, such as killing people who work for some dignitaries and nobles, thus losing their lives. Wei Ao Di seems a bit unscrupulous.

If you are not a relative, no one here is trustworthy.

When a person dies, they find a replacement, just like the screws in a factory, nothing is unique. Most of the big shots in the East District do not trust their subordinates, and there is no master-servant relationship at all. Instead, they regard their death as a routine loss and will not get angry about it.

This trend exists not only in wealthy areas, but also among the poor.

Local unions are among the few that are organized and loyal.

Mr. Wright, whom Clayton was visiting, was the leader of the local Western Workers' Mutual Aid Association. The members of this union were all Nilimat people from the western part of the kingdom, just like Clayton's friend Bruno and the hired worker Edgar. They generally had blond or red hair, and their faces and bodies were narrow and long. When they didn't smile, they looked very indifferent, or calm.

This union is one of the few local unions that dares to go against the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

They were the ones who organized the march in front of the Basby Building to speak out for people with tremors.

Because the Nilimat people are large in number and very united, the Sacred Heart Fraternity does not dare to take action against them, which would lead to very serious impact on public opinion.

Clayton and Julius walked into Mr. Wright's office in the name of investigating tremor patients for the newspaper, but after seeing Clayton's body shape and posture, Wright, who was sitting behind the desk, quickly realized that something was wrong, and his hands under the table moved quietly.

“You are not journalists.”

"No need to take the gun, Mr. Wright, let's talk business." Clayton put a chair under him and sat down leisurely opposite Wright, followed by Julius.

Yellow-haired Wright did not take his hand out from under the table. According to his previous speed, he should have touched the handle of the gun by now. This gave him a sense of security, and his tone relaxed a lot.

"What business are you talking about?"

"I know you are seeking compensation for your brothers, and we are willing to lend a hand to you," Clayton said. "This is as difficult as making a donation. The things are there, but it still requires your help."

Wright narrowed his eyes. “If it’s an illegal business, my people won’t join. Now there are many eyes staring at us. If there is a chance to put my brother in jail, the people in the company will not show mercy.”

Julius nodded immediately: "Please rest assured, this is absolutely not illegal - at least the part you are responsible for is not illegal."

"Selling stolen goods?"

Julius was surprised at the countryman's sensitivity and nodded slightly.

"There is a lot of silver lying in the arms of our common enemy. We are planning to take it away, but we have no reliable helpers to carry it out."

"How much?" Wright asked cautiously.

"There are more than twenty boxes, each weighing four hundred pounds. Not only can it provide compensation for your injured co-workers, but it is also more than enough for everyone to save enough money to start a family."

Even though silver has depreciated due to years of continuous production and colonial plunder, it is still a precious metal. Eighty percent of the shilling coins are composed of silver, so silver can be used directly as currency in some places.

Even if this amount of silver is not pure enough, its value is definitely more than 120,000 pounds.

This was the silver accumulated by the entire Sacred Heart Fraternity in preparation for the war.

For people who have been in poverty for a long time, if they can get this money, it would be worth breaking the law!

Wright pulled his hand back from under the table and placed it on the table, glancing to the side and then licking his lips quickly.

"You are lying to me, aren't you? How could Basby have raised so much money? It doesn't make sense. It would be enough to make a mirror for every person in the world. And why would you choose us for such a good job?"

Although he was questioning, you could tell that he was willing to believe it was true.

"Mr. Wright," Clayton said, raising his voice, "this is not only Basby's money, but also the money of other big men in the East District. Basby was just chosen as their custodian. As for the other question, we not only asked you, but also several workers' mutual aid associations will come to help us."

The amount of silver that can be distributed has become less, but it is still a lot.

"I'm not saying I don't want to get involved, but isn't this dangerous?" Wright asked with difficulty.

The two men in front of him had made careful preparations, but even if they succeeded by chance, after losing so much money, Basbe would definitely hunt them down.

Clayton smiled and said, "It is indeed very dangerous, so one third of the money we earn must be donated to the church."

"To the church?" Wright's eyes widened.

"Yes, but you don't have to donate it to the local church, but to the church in another city, preferably a northern city, or even your hometown. Then you can leave Viodi and live out the rest of your life in the parishes that received the donations."

After hearing Clayton's explanation, Wright's eyes became brighter and brighter. Indeed, donating to the church was a great idea.

Everyone knows that the church will not spit out the money it has put into its pocket, and the church will not admit that it has taken dirty money, so as long as a portion of the money is donated to the church to feed the clergy, they will be happy to testify for them and tell everyone that the money came from a legitimate source!
His only concern was that using the church to launder money was not something people of their class would use.

But even if it is a conflict or conspiracy between bigwigs, it doesn't matter as long as it benefits them.

"To avoid conflicts, please allow me to arrange the final distribution." Clayton said, "But we won't take a penny. This operation is only to strike a blow to the arrogance of the Basbe family. All the money we get will be handed over to those who are beneficial to the plan, and we will ensure that all participants can get at least one hundred pounds worth of silver."

He paused, and finally, with a veiled warning, "If you don't want to join, you can refuse now, and we will pretend that we have never met today. Once you join, you can't quit. This matter is dangerous, but I am sure that this risk is less than choosing to inform Basby."

Wright stared at them for a few seconds, and the expression on his face gradually cooled and became calm again.

"Gentlemen, I am happy to join your activities, but before that I have a request that I hope you can listen to."

"Please say."

"The place where Basbe's treasure is stored must be heavily guarded. I want to know first whether you need to kill anyone in the process of obtaining the silver?"

Clayton was stunned: "If necessary, I will."

"Then I ask you to try to avoid this 'necessary situation'."

"Why do you care?"

Wright said solemnly: "If necessary, we will certainly make those bastards who underestimate us suffer. But we are not killers, and we will not feel good about the money that requires blood."

It was a common request, but for Clayton it was something very new.

"If we can win without fighting, that would be best."

Clayton promised him, but the lieutenant had no guarantee that things would turn out that way.

But the reality is that this is not the case.

Wright probably knew about this, and Clayton thought he just wanted a promise to convince his conscience.

They shook hands at last to seal their alliance.

With Wright dealt with, Clayton and Julius were back on the streets.

"You don't take a penny and try not to kill anyone. Do you want to be a saint?" Julius suddenly spoke.

"No, I will definitely get a few people's blood on my hands today. I have promised, but everyone knows that I won't get the money if I don't do it. As for why I didn't ask for compensation - I just want to know if giving a large sum of money to the people in the union will make me feel better."

"It seems that it failed."

"Yeah, I didn't feel anything," Clayton said.

It could be that these workers looked healthy and he did not feel sorry for them. It could also be that they were fighters, and Clayton had always believed that fighters did not need sympathy and that fighters should get what they needed, so doing this did not satisfy his "kind heart".

But he did not feel bad about this generosity.

Clayton would have given away all his possessions if it had given him even a moment's satisfaction, even the first hint of success.

Besides, the money didn't belong to him at all.

Clayton was thinking, and suddenly his nostrils twitched a few times.

"It seems we have some unexpected helpers. This makes me feel much more relaxed."

Julius asked in confusion: "Who?"

"I won't tell you, lest you be frightened."

"Are you serious?" Julius asked, but when he saw Clayton shaking his head casually as if he was joking, he didn't take it too seriously.

They then visited the unions of the Briga and Ganse people. With just a few greetings in an accent, Clayton easily reached a consensus with these fellow villagers from Briga. They believed in the opportunity to make a fortune given by Clayton and were determined to make a big bite of the money from the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

The Gans' union was more cautious than that of the Nilimats and the Brigas, and their leaders believed that this was a trap set by the Basbe family, so Clayton was unable to win him over.

The operation required secrecy and speed, so Clayton visited only three workers' mutual aid associations.

Finally, it was determined that the resources that could be mobilized were thirty porters and six carriages. The coachmen were of course also their members. They would be on standby near the target location, and as long as there was a signal, they would quickly arrive and take away the silver.

It's up to Clayton and Julius now.