Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 468 Eavesdropping
Unlike other intelligent species, humans' reaction speed and visual and auditory abilities naturally decline after they reach full maturity. Eighteen years old is when their reaction speed is the fastest, and those under twelve years old have the most sensitive hearing. Mature individuals need training to maintain this level.

Joseph was at the age when his hearing was at its best. Although it was not yet at an extraordinary level, he could still hear the sounds in the nearby room clearly as long as he focused his attention.

For example, right now to his left, next to the desks placed parallel to each other in the workspace, is what the employees are complaining about.

"Are these security guards serious? I've worked here for six years and I still have to go through security checks to get in, but those guys dressed in fancy clothes can just walk right in."

"There's nothing we can do; it's Mr. Hazel's order. I heard they're actually part of the security department as well."

"What can they protect? A few days ago, one of them was carried out of the toilet covered with a white sheet. They actually said that he was drunk and accidentally slipped while urinating, resulting in his head hitting the ground. Can you imagine dying like that? I don't trust people like that to protect us."

"Haven't they been saying lately that demons or devils have been lurking around? It's always good to have more guards."

"The devil is nothing but a trick to make children obey. It's ridiculous to make such a fuss over something that doesn't exist. If the devil does exist, I really hope to meet him."

“You’d better have some reverence. My aunt’s cousin’s husband has seen demons. Those things live in the swamps of Godorin. They look like people with horns and tails—if you could cut off their horns and tails, hiding among people wouldn’t be difficult. They’ve built many wooden huts in the misty swamps, and the windows of those huts are always lit.”

"I've heard the story about how they use lights to lure lost pedestrians inside and then kill them. I even believed it when I was eight, but don't tell me you still believe it now."

“Hey! My aunt’s cousin’s husband saw it with his own eyes! And Mr. Hazel believes it too!”

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Joseph listened for a while, then walked through the corridor to the stairwell, preparing to go upstairs.

Just then, a group of armed men came down from upstairs.

The man at the front was dressed in leather and carried a heavy crossbow on his back. The people behind him were also dressed in various ways; some were shirtless and only covered with animal skins, while others wore inappropriate robes. Some carried swords, others wore brass knuckle dusters or metal clubs, and all sorts of amulets. The inconsistent styles and armaments reminded Joseph of the gang members he often saw in the North District, but there were some differences.

These people are clearly more dangerous.

Like the night heron, it may not look impressive, but it is a formidable predator for river fish and shellfish.

Those distinctive attire are the breeding plumes on the heads of the night herons, something inseparable from them in a way, a mixture of their strength, identity, and charm.

These armed men passed by Joseph without exchanging words, keeping their distance from each other, as if they were not allies.

Joseph went upstairs after they left, hoping to hear something useful.

Clayton and Julius didn't pay him any attention, nor did they explain their goals to him, but he heard them talking about Nightingales, the arsenal, silver, Cumo, and so on, and he wrote it all down.

If anyone brings these things up again, he will definitely remember them.

The first floor of the Bassbay building is responsible for handling local affairs, while the second floor and above are where departments that need to handle affairs outside the local area are located.

Although most of the Basby family moved to Weaudi, it did not mean that the headquarters of the Basby Railway Company was located in this large city. Compared to the vast empire of the Basby Railway Company, this was just an outpost. Jeremy Basby and his family came here to do business with the Druids.

To outsiders, the decision to purchase property in Weaude was seen as a declaration of the Bassberry family's determination to win the deal.

They are prepared for a protracted war, and no one doubts their resolve.

Especially now, the Basby Railway Company has finally reached an agreement with these Southern Druids, and the Basbys' goal has been achieved—initially achieved, and now it is only the first stage.

However, there are still some minor issues that are unsatisfactory.

Mr. Hazel

Watching the last batch of guards depart under Hazel's orders, the well-dressed gentleman sitting on the sofa stood up and spoke with slight dissatisfaction, but before he could finish, Hazel interrupted him.

“Mr. Swies!” Hazel shouted, startling Swies Basby.

"What's wrong?"

Hazel suddenly relaxed from her tension: "No, I'm fine. I'm asking you what's wrong."

Although he still spoke coherently, his outburst just now made him deviate slightly from the polite and courteous image of Hazel that Swies had known in the past.

This was understandable, Swies thought. Superhumans were not easy to get along with, and even though Hazel was a wizard, dealing with them would inevitably affect one's mood. "We need to transfer Khein and his men away and replace them with a new group to guard the East District."

Heiser straightened his back, took a blank card from the side, and wrote down the matter in a fountain pen, asking questions as he wrote:

"What trouble have they caused?"

“Some members complained to us that the new guards had very suspicious eyes, always looking at their wives and daughters without any attempt to hide it, which made them very scared.”

"That's all?" Hazel's eyes narrowed.

Swies was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"What do you mean by 'that'? Their funding comes entirely from donations from members, and we cannot ignore their wishes."

“Mr. Swish, who do you think they are? They are a bunch of rogue knights, greedy for money, but also the best help we can find. They are absolutely loyal to money, which is a remarkable quality among those who have allied with us.”

At this point, Hazel sighed softly: "If you can't stand them, then call the Key Group—as long as you can tolerate their occasional lapses in concentration due to drug use, and the various hallucinations that might cause them to mistake you for the enemy."

That's impossible. If Swyes and the other authorities could tolerate the Key Order, the Knights of Infernal Flame wouldn't be able to stand guard in the East End.

“If it weren’t for Conionne’s sudden attack that killed many of the guards, perhaps we could have contacted the monks of the Dragon Slayer Society. They are believers in the Red Sun, and we have donated a lot before. Now it is time for them to repay us.”

Hazel shook his head: "I'm afraid not, Mr. Swies. I contacted them before, but they refused. They have some conflicts with Huang Guanghui, who presides over the West Für Busch Cathedral, over some ideas. In the past two days, the conflict has inadvertently led to a death. At the moment, nothing can be done. We need to wait for the archbishop to arbitrate."

“Then let’s find the Society. I know that the Winged Serpent behind Orlanster has gathered a lot of capable people. It’s time for them to lend a hand.”

"Hehe." Hazel suddenly laughed.

Swies stopped, his fingers tightening on the armrest: "What are you laughing at?"

"I've remembered something that makes me happy."

“That must be a joyous occasion, otherwise you wouldn’t have lost your composure when I was talking about such a serious topic.” Swies’ tone was slightly cold. He remained seated on the guest sofa, a position from which he could see Hazel’s profile.

Hazel smiled calmly, subtly avoiding the topic: "I will send someone to handle this later. Did you come here just for this? Such a small matter could have been handled by sending someone to deliver the message. Why did you come in person?"

As he spoke, he pushed the card containing the event into a respectable position.

A transparent glass cover was placed on the desk, and under the glass was a timetable. The card was positioned parallel to a certain time mark on the glass, which was the time when he needed to do this task.

"Because there's another matter for you to handle. Kumo has been missing for several days since his visit to Argon in Oranster, and neither have his guards and servants. Nobody can find them; perhaps they were kidnapped on the road. I'm busy fulfilling the obligations required of our contract, and no one else has the time. Only you can handle this. You need to contact a few people skilled in tracking to find him. Or perhaps you can consult the oracle."

“I don’t know divination. Well, I can handle this, but what if he dies?” Hazel asked.

“Probably not,” Swies said, adding at the end, “Our biggest deal is actually done. Cuomo isn’t the mastermind, so killing him would be pointless. If we just wanted to kill him, we could just find a sniper; dealing with the people around him would be much harder.”

“There are very few people in Wei Aodi who can do this quietly. Be careful when you investigate him, and don’t let others find out.”

Hazel nodded, then picked up a blank card from the side, seemingly to write it down, but the pen just kept twirling in his hand, refusing to stop for a moment.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Swies suddenly frowned.

This time it was Hazel's turn to be surprised.

"What should I say, according to you?"

“Aren’t you in a difficult position? I know that the people who are suitable to do this have already been sent out by you. You sent them to hunt down that old acquaintance named Julius, because his identity would attract Conionne’s attention, and they haven’t returned yet.”

Swies stood up from the sofa and looked at him coldly.

“But Mr. Hazel, you need to know the order in which important things should be arranged. Bassbe's life is far more valuable than Conionne's, and this matter cannot be delayed. Next time this situation arises, I would rather hear you tell me directly that it will take some time, or even refuse me outright, rather than withholding information and thinking that you can make decisions on your own.”

Hazel looked at him in surprise.

(End of this chapter)