Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 496 Information Summary

Clayton had forgotten when he returned to the southern district of Weaudi. To avoid trouble, after parting ways with Lydia, he casually found a place to read the documents sent by Conionne.

During his reading, he discovered some historical traces that allowed him to connect this female ancestor, Ventra, with the werewolf ancestor he had dreamed of who was dismantling the railway tracks.

She lived more than a hundred years ago, but one of the prophecies she revealed is relevant to Clayton today.

"The two wolves, one hiding and one feigning, will surely have their offspring regain control of the power in their bloodline."

"A pseudo-reference to the offspring of werewolves who failed to inherit the wolf bloodline."

“My mother is very healthy; she should be a descendant of Ventra, a lineage of sealers. But my father is very weak; he is also a descendant of werewolves?!”

Clayton recalls the history of the Bello family, and there are indeed some doubts about it.

For example, similar to Conionne, there is a consistent preference for black hair within the family, and when choosing a spouse, Mencius descendants are always given priority—even with Uren, Tritice won his heart in other ways.
For example, the Bello family is actually a descendant of a Duke of Mensis.

This sounds incredible, but those who know about it don't really take it seriously.

There is a saying, "Dorn's prostitutes, Mensis' dukes," which satirizes the frequent changes of ducal families in Mensis, which could not last long. Murder, duels, and venereal diseases were very common in Mensis, from the court to the common people. Many ducal families disappeared within fifty years of their rise to nobility. The ducal ancestor of the Bello family was just one of the more common victims.

They were simply defeated by their enemies in the palace, and then the entire family was slaughtered, leaving only a handful of people scattered and wandering.

If the prophecy comes true, then it is highly likely that, like Conionne, the ancestor of the Bello family who became a duke was a werewolf who was highly regarded by the king.

Of course, this is not absolute; it is also possible that the duke's ancestor was human, and that later generations brought wolf blood into the family.

Regardless, Clayton was not shocked; instead, he felt a faint warmth.

Although he had never liked the idea of ​​fate, this prophecy comforted him.

He never became a monster, nor was his becoming a werewolf an accident; his parents' ancestors were werewolves, so he was meant to be one too. Now he has simply returned to where he belongs, and after death, he will join his ancestors in the werewolf afterlife without any barriers.

Amidst this overflowing happiness, the sun rose, and he found himself back in the South District in a daze.

Then they learned what Joseph had done on his own.

He spent an entire afternoon eavesdropping inside the Bassby Building. How could that guy do something like that!
Joseph looked over innocently, his eyes reminding Clayton of Donna and Clara: "Kids these days are all abnormal, each one of them is bolder than a wild boar!"

He reached out his large hand and rubbed the boy's head and face until they were red as punishment.

Joseph swayed in his hands like a sunflower in the wind, without the slightest struggle, and even had a bright smile on his face, leaving Clayton speechless for a moment, subconsciously not mentioning that his mother had died.

Perhaps it would be better to let him have some good days before he finds out about this.

At this moment, the message brought by the child is of utmost importance.

The Basby family continues to search for silver near the train station, including many superhumans. This force did not leave during the most critical moment last night, and a group of hired Hook detectives are also coming to Weaudy.

The local military commander sent a group of soldiers out of the city to appease his patron, Figo Hutton, and made sure he wouldn't cause any more trouble.

The Church, however, was divided on its attitude toward the Darkin, which led to bloodshed. The clergy were unable to intervene in the conflict until the archbishop made a ruling.

Clayton paid particular attention to the church's activities.

Of the "winds" that Norris wanted to see, the Church's influence was absolutely not to be overlooked.

The Triad is the mainstream of the church today, but there are signs of division within it. With the arrival of the Dark Moon, more and more Darkin who are difficult to control have emerged, and the power of secret societies and demon worshippers has flourished. In contrast, the Red Light Society, which represents the power of the sun, will inevitably grow stronger.

The growing number of Red Light believers will have an increasing influence on the church's overall decision-making, and disagreements with conservatives will be inevitable.

In cities with less conflict, this change is difficult to detect, but the trend of change is irreversible. At least in Weiod, Clayton can glimpse the future through the Archbishop of Weiod's ruling on the bloodshed.

However, the church considers this a scandal and it is highly unlikely that the results will be announced to the public.

Clayton ordered a few newspapers, deciding to visit Father Tom later.

Today's morning paper records events from yesterday's daytime. Given the newspaper's efficiency, news about last night's battle probably won't be out until noon. However, the newspapers Clayton bought aren't entirely devoid of useful information.

Some have estimated the damage caused by the "riverside tragedy," with the unknown perpetrators of this horrific attack causing at least two million pounds in losses and resulting in the loss of approximately 1,700 jobs as many factories shut down.

These 1,700 workers are the breadwinners of their families, which can be understood as 1,700 families losing their main source of income.

By April, the city would have about five hundred more vagrants, three hundred unlicensed prostitutes, and two thousand homeless children. Due to the upheaval caused by Conrionay's attack, many skilled workers and their families had gone from being the city's assets to its liabilities, and they didn't know who was responsible, as the newspapers didn't say.

The local newspapers, controlled by the Friendship Society, reported on Bodalabic in a manner limited to deliberately distorted political statements, with commentators offering lighthearted sarcasm and analysis. This gave the impression that the conflict between the municipal and township governments was merely a verbal dispute, making it impossible to connect the incident to the fact that the Conionnay family was the instigator of the riverside tragedy.

Clayton thought, "Either pick a menu item or get on the menu."

Some well-known young entrepreneurs in the area have also lost everything due to the damage caused by the attack. They have had to sell their properties to cover their debts. Their factories have ceased operations and are undergoing professional valuation. Once this process is complete, the factories, including the machinery and production lines, will be sold off entirely.

But they are not the only local wealthy people who have been severely impacted, and it is unlikely that the Friendship Association will take over all of these assets.

Nobody had any extra money, and the production machines in the factories couldn't generate profits in the short term. They could only sit idle, waiting for the economy to recover, or for a wealthy outsider to be willing to buy them and take their place—which would be the best outcome.

For the underprivileged, the lack of job opportunities reduces the ability of labor unions to advocate for workers' interests. Increased competition between unions, coupled with racial, national, and religious discrimination among workers, will only lead to a rise in violent incidents, severely impacting public safety. Furthermore, as labor unions' need for the ability to inflict violence increases, the influence of secret societies and cults will further expand.

The West and South districts might eventually resemble the North district.

Economic downturn will be the defining characteristic of Weiodi this year, and no matter who ultimately gains control of the city, its scars will not heal overnight.

Even though Weodie wasn't Clayton's hometown, he couldn't help but feel sad for it.

Did Norris consider this outcome when he used Weaude as a testing ground?
Clayton couldn't help but think about this question.

He thought he knew it, but he did it anyway because "no matter how noble the purpose, it will lead to bloodshed," so Norris didn't care; he had seen too many similar things and was already numb to it.

But Clayton simply couldn't understand Norris's promise that "Weodie will be better after the war than it is now."

In the economic sphere, this is no longer possible; only political factors may change.

Clayton couldn't fathom the underlying logic.

He was looking at the newspaper, thinking, until Julius came to his door.

"So you were here after all." Upon entering, the wizard breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to pull his hat up, revealing green eyebrows. With the eyebrows, his face didn't look so harsh anymore. "How's it going with what you wanted to do?"

"There is basically no danger."

"So what were you doing before?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"Marriage," Clayton said, only mentioning the most important thing.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Strictly speaking, it was a private engagement with a girl from Conionne."

Realizing Clayton wasn't joking, the wizard gaped in disbelief: "You abducted a woman from the Black Claw clan?!"

This matter is potentially more serious than killing a few Conionais!
While it wasn't exactly destructive, Julius was happy as long as it made those who opposed the Elders unhappy.

Clayton still regrets the relationship: "Her family won't bless us, and my father-in-law must hate me now."

“He deserves it!” Julius said, then suddenly remembered why he had come, fiddling with the syringe in his pocket. “Speaking of which, how about we make a trip to the Bassby Building? I want to take care of Hazel.”

Clayton put down his newspaper and looked at him in surprise.

"I don't remember you being such an adventurous person."

"Everyone has a moment of mental instability once or twice. I'm in that phase right now, and it's good for me."

Clayton shook his head: "Unfortunately, a friend of mine might not want me to do this. Hazel is on his whitelist, and I promise not to continue targeting people he admires."

Julius frowned in disgust, arms crossed: "Is it that friend of yours from the Friendship Society again?"

"Yes."

"Hmph, it's clearly just a piece of junk, but it's faster than anyone else at finding a backer."

He didn't blame Clayton because of this relationship; perhaps Clayton's friendliness could be of help to the important person in the future. At this level, nothing is off-limits, and enemies can become friends.

However, Hazel's previous threats still bothered him.

Following the same logic, Julius could also forgive Hazel, but he is a vengeful person.