Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 497 Fame Spreads Far and Wide
“I can’t help you, but if you insist on doing this, Joseph might know some information you need,” Clayton said to Julius.

Julius asked Joseph a few questions with a surprised expression, then left alone.

To be honest, Clayton was somewhat surprised by his choice. Although Groene's youngest son had always shown a cautious and timid nature, he was now doing something that men should do.

After Julius walked away, Clayton turned to look at Joseph.

He seemed to think he should send the boy away like his other brothers and sisters, but he also felt he should treat his savior with more respect.

“Sir,” Joseph suddenly called out to him.

Clayton's pupils dilated as he waited intently, but nothing came of it.

Joseph looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, and his face lowered as he met Clayton's gaze.

Clayton had a gut feeling that Joseph had also sensed something from him. He knew he could no longer see his mother, and asking questions at this point would not change the fact that he wanted Clayton to let him go back to see his mother one last time, so he stopped asking.

Clayton sat for a while, then went to the balcony at the other end of the hotel, lit a cigarette in the sunlight, and leaned on the balcony railing to look down at the bustling crowd below.

Last night, love, hate, and grudges came one after another, these emotions were complex and profound, sincere yet mysterious.

He watched silently as the bustling street shone in the sunlight. The assassination that had occurred a few days earlier in front of the Bassberg building had been forgotten, and the blood had been washed away. Countless feet trod across the blood-stained paving stones, creating a unique rhythm and pattern amidst the chaos.

When Clayton first arrived in the city, he was struck by the smells of blood, fish, and rust.

Then he witnessed the terrible security situation, the silent government, and the brutality of his rural relatives.

But as he met Joseph, his close friend Norris, Sheriff Albert, and spent a night with Lydia, and received from Conione the record of his ancestor Ventra's life in Weiod, it solidified from something as ephemeral as a mural into a three-dimensional sculpture.

One by one, the people he knew brought him closer to the city.

He had to think about what kind of ending Wei Aodi would have, and where he himself should go in this era.

Norris is right; observing the wind direction is essential.

Regardless of how Clayton perceived himself, and how proud he was of himself and his ancestors, he knew that according to human law, he was a sinful monster. Many people were his friends only because they didn't know what he had done or eaten. If they did know, they might think he was the most terrifying thing they had ever seen.

The werewolf lifestyle made him feel comfortable, and perhaps he should completely side with the werewolves, but the beings he cared about were all humans.

Among the people around him, Julius was probably the only one who shared a similar stance.

Although they are human, they live among different species.

But Julius never seemed to feel uncomfortable; perhaps this wizard had some secret to correcting perceptions.

Lost in thought, Clayton stared unconsciously at the bustling traffic on the street until the cigarette burned his fingers. He stubbed it out, turned around to look around, and could only abandon it on the concrete floor of the balcony before crushing it with his foot.

This hotel doesn't even have a wastebasket.

"You don't need to do it, I'll do it myself."

In the house with the fireplace lit, Heiser stepped back as the two men who came forward to search him took a step, and then consciously took off his clothes.

Layer after layer, until he was completely naked, and there were no traces of tattoos or curse marks on the skin protecting his body, Opiros's two guards finally lowered their guard and allowed him to put his clothes back on.

“I don’t know why you’ve come to see me at this hour, but I really want to kill you right now.” Opiros stood by the fireplace, sword in hand.

He had been standing for a long time, not sitting down since he returned with the wolf pack at dawn. His red wolf eyes, which had been fixed on the flames for a long time, were sharper than ever before.

"So much silver was piled up in your warehouses, and I didn't even have a word about it. If that wolf hadn't led my men there, even more of my compatriots would have perished last night."

Even with all the preparations made, eleven werewolves were still a huge loss for Conionne.

Hazel tightened his collar, feeling uncomfortable with the werewolves' hospitality: "Mr. Opiros, you should have considered how much effort the humans would put in when you decided to fight. It's common knowledge that silver bullets can weaken curses, and this cannot be blamed on us."

"Alright, then let's talk about the Holy Grail Order's cauldron and those ascetic pilgrims joining the battle. I remember one of the benefits of our alliance is intelligence sharing, so why haven't I received any information about them from you yet?"

Opiros stepped closer to Hazel, and although his sword was still in its sheath, Hazel felt a chill creep up his spine.

"The defenses in the East District aren't just involving Basbe. What you did by the river has terrified everyone. Everyone else is desperately trying to gather manpower. Until the formation is completely complete, we don't even know who makes up the defensive line. Even now, our people haven't finished clearing away the corpses or identifying who's who." The wizard smiled wryly and held up a finger: "You came too quickly. If it had been just one day later, this intelligence would have arrived."

“If we had waited another day, Conionai’s reputation would have been associated with the devil.”

Opiros looked coldly at Hazel: "Do you think I don't know who brought those monsters that suddenly appeared in the North District? They couldn't have arrived in Weaudi so quietly without Basby's permission."

"Let them ravage the North District all night. If we don't stop them, by daytime, those blood debts will be attributed to us. Then the Church will have a reason to intervene and become your free helper. Conionne will be hit and will need Basbel's assistance even more, so they will have to provide more benefits—is that what you're thinking?"

Hazel fell silent.

"Fine, just tell me what you're here for, don't waste my time." Opiros looked at the wizard's face with disgust, and thought of the wild wolf again.

They wouldn't have had it so easy without Conionne's opponent taking care of those roaming monsters last night.

Normally, Opiros might have made peace with the other side, but this guy slept with Lind's daughter before the two sides had even reached an agreement, making things difficult for him.

Hazel was unaware of Opiros's thoughts; he only knew that the man before him was not easily deceived, so he simply stated frankly, "I'm here to inform you that from now on, the only people in the entire Basby family who can negotiate with you, besides my master, are me. Whatever the other Basby say to you in private, just agree and then inform me. If you feel that I haven't fulfilled my obligations as an ally, there will be new compensation. I believe that continuing our alliance will be beneficial."

"You're going to betray Basby?" That was the werewolf's reaction.

Jeremy Basby was no longer in Weaude, and Hazel's demands were tantamount to using the entire Basby family as bargaining chips, yet he did not bear the Basby surname.

“It is not betrayal; my master permitted me to do so.”

Farrell Mammon Hazel bowed to the air beside him as if Jeremy Basby were standing there.

Seeing this, Opiros frowned: "He didn't tell me beforehand, how can I be sure this is your master's intention?"

"I will provide even more important information in the future," the wizard said shamelessly.

The Black Claw chieftain gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his left hand; he valued loyalty more than profit.

But he quickly withdrew his hand. He was the clan chief, and his responsibility was to lead the clan to prosperity with reason. Acting on impulse was not advisable.

"Tell me, what else can you offer me?"

Without hesitation, Hazel betrayed Figo Hutton: "Yesterday afternoon, a squad of soldiers went to Bodarabik. Figo Hutton asked them to come. Their purpose was to intimidate, but they wouldn't fire."

Opiros snorted coldly: "I knew they were spineless. Let me tell you something I don't know."

"The pilgrims all intend to stay and fight against you. They are monks who want to go north to persuade Balandel to preserve the old system. They are all rigid and eccentric. You killed one of their best, Leonir, and made enemies of them. This makes them feel that it is their duty to eliminate the werewolves."

“They’ll only let us suffer once at most, and there won’t be a next time.” After saying that, Opiros’s brows furrowed even more: “These are all irrelevant. I haven’t heard any more valuable information from you.”

"Tell me, how is Daur now? Is he dying?"

“He was still unconscious when I set off,” Hazel said. “I would love to help you with this big problem, but his students are all around. You know, these archers have excellent eyesight, and it’s not easy for anyone to do anything under their noses.”

As the wizard spoke, his eyes were fixed on Opiros, hoping to catch a smug look on his face.

Daur was the mentor of those elite archers, and his eyesight was the best, yet he still missed Opius's sword. Opius should be proud of this, and anyone who is proud will be careless, which is an opportunity to take advantage of.

But Opius remained expressionless.

"Is there anything else you're interested in?" the wizard asked Opiros.

The young clan chief remained silent for a moment.

"Clayton Bello, have you ever heard of that name?"

Heiser took a moment to recall, then readily replied, "I've heard it, and I learned it from our mutual friend Alexander Elevin."

What is he doing in Weaudi?

"He delivered the letter, or at least that's what he told Alexander. He had accidentally killed Alexander's messenger in a duel, and then took over the job for honor. It sounds a bit hypocritical, but he didn't bother Alexander. He left the envelope and left."