Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 501: A Chronicle of Rise and Fall

The Sasha Mayor's Council's airship hovered silently high in the sky.

Julius only looked at it once, and never raised his head for it again.

He had made it clear that this was not reinforcements, or at least that their main purpose was not to provide assistance, but to exert pressure and conduct reconnaissance. What he should do was not to ask for help, but to take advantage of the Friendship Society's shift of attention upwards to do something below, such as taking down Hazel.

Clayton's refusal to join disappointed him, but he wouldn't stop there.

This was certainly risky, but Julius didn't care. He even felt that this was exactly what he lacked. Perhaps only when he put himself in a life-or-death situation would he have the courage to inject himself with the Ascension Potion.

“I don’t know why you came to see me.” Albert sat opposite him, looking rather annoyed.

He'll be off work in a little while.

Julius seemed much more composed than him: "Because you are a good man, and you promised Nightingale you would help him, didn't you?"

The sheriff opened a drawer, took out his gun and placed it on the table, then put his wallet on top of it.

Julius picked up the gun, turned it over in front of him to examine it, and then put it in his pocket.

"not enough."

"What else do you want?"

"I want to start a riot, right here in the West End."

Albert's face was grim. He flatly refused, "Impossible. You know everyone is on edge because of last night's events. Gun smuggling is more frequent than ever before, and any attempt to incite unrest could lead to real chaos and death."

“I’m sorry, my words were inappropriate.” Julius immediately apologized: “What I meant was that we need to block the crowds and set up checkpoints on the streets, not necessarily the most severe kind, so that pedestrians can pass freely, as long as carriages can hardly pass.”

Seeing that the sheriff was still hesitating, he simply revealed the truth: "Mr. Albert, I know that with your personality you must not approve of the recent decisions of those big shots. If there are no constraints, these evils will absorb water and swell like a sponge. Now I can tell you that I want them to regain their sense of awe."

“Help me, this is a rare opportunity for you to punish them,” the wizard said.

Albert sighed. He knew the other man was definitely not a noble person; he didn't look like one at all. What kind of decent person could a green-haired man be? But he still nodded and agreed to help Julius accomplish this task, because he was a patriot, and Julius was someone Nightingale trusted by the Kingdom's intelligence department.

He is now a sergeant in the East District, but before that he served in the West District, so he still has a few reliable friends there, and there are quite a few people willing to curry favor with him because of his current position.

However, even so, he was unwilling to act recklessly and instead found a suitable reason.

"Thoroughly investigate those who have been tempted by the devil."

When Julius came to find Albert, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the workers who had worked most of the day were basically exhausted and just waiting for the moment they could get off work, while the night shift workers who were to take their place had not yet gotten up.

Only those who participated in the association's activities last night went to sleep at dawn and are now awake and full of energy.

Regardless of whether they belonged to the Witchcraft Society or not, Albert considered them to be people who needed to be arrested.

Only criminals sleep during this discordant time of day.

The operation was successfully carried out in about an hour.

Albert's idea, once uploaded, received unanimous approval from the upper echelons who had just finished a meeting in the Hell Building. They were intentionally targeting these members of the society to prove to the rest that the Friendship Society was still powerful enough. The excuse the sheriff came up with to satisfy Julius's demands coincided with theirs.

The working class and associations are closely intertwined, so even the South District is under close scrutiny this time. If Conionnet hadn't been in the North District, they would have sent people there as well. Now, even the police from the East District have been completely dispatched; the wealthy don't expect them to do anything in the East District, which is an unexpected bonus for Julius.

More than an hour later, a large number of authorized armed police appeared on the streets, like a flock of crows. They observed the faces of passersby, and anyone who looked to be in good spirits and dressed simply was immediately arrested and taken into a side alley to await interrogation.

The riots occurred as expected.

Upon seeing familiar faces in the alley, many members of the society began to realize that this screening was targeting the society. The bravest among them jumped out from the crowd of arrestees, either to escape or to fight. Even those few who gave up resistance would involuntarily follow their lead after seeing their actions.

Not only members of the Witchcraft Society or other societies that participated in midnight activities, but also those petty thieves and scoundrels would not let this opportunity pass them by.

Seven out of ten societies are founded by fraudsters, but one or two of them still manage to seize an opportunity and gain invaluable supernatural powers.

This caused a huge mess.

In a small alley in the West End, an Ainate follower, in an attempt to escape, first used magic to amplify the senses of the policeman guarding him, then kicked him in a vital spot, causing him to let out a horrifying scream in the tense street.

Hearing the terrifying screams, everyone believed someone might have died somewhere. In response, police officers drew their guns, an action that only intensified the fear among the crowd. The panic that had been gripping the city for a week was now almost tangible; everyone froze, like little tin soldiers on a shelf. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, another member of the society's resistance failed, instead enraging the guards.

The police shot him.

The gunshots traveled over a very wide area; even during the day when there was more noise, it was not a problem for people within a kilometer to hear them. On the street where the screams had just come from, people also heard the gunshots, which were difficult to distinguish in terms of distance.

The screams and gunshots combined to create a terrifying chemical reaction.

A fixed group of people suddenly bursts into speed, and everyone panics and rushes toward what they think is a safe direction. These forces combine to form a terrible torrent.

Before the police officers standing among them could react, they were pushed to the ground. It wasn't just the police officers who fell; other people were also knocked down by the impact.

Fortunately, the streets were not crowded with pedestrians, and the running legs only injured these people.

However, the screams of the injured were affecting the atmosphere. Most people were unaware of this and simply followed the example of their fellow sufferers and started running.

Panic spread like ripples from a stone thrown into water, and as it expanded, the center gradually returned to calm. By the time Sheriff Albert arrived with his team, the collective panic had subsided, but much of the previous effort by the officers responsible for the street had been wasted, as everyone they had targeted had taken the opportunity to escape.

Now they recall these people's faces and try to catch them.

But Albert stopped them. The members of the society were cunning and difficult to arrest, and the evening rush hour was about to begin. They needed to block the crowds in the streets for a while, which was Albert's real purpose in requesting the operation.

Once the situation stabilized, Albert turned to ask Julius, who had been with the group, what to do next, but found that Julius had disappeared.

Julius didn't go anywhere else; he boarded the ship.

After a brief investigation, he learned that Hazel was not currently in the Basby Building. He then attempted to employ the tactics Clayton had described. Hazel could not be divined, but he knew that the Stonegate School's magic refused to be touched by strangers, otherwise its power would be diminished. Harmless people presented a different face to the Stonegate School members; they could effectively cut off traffic, preventing Hazel from leaving his safe location, thus giving Julius enough time to find him.

The rush hour has begun, and the streets are packed with people. If Hazel weren't on the ship, he'd be hiding somewhere, too ashamed to show his face.

Like a cunning mole.

But Julius knew where he would appear.

If the information he and Clayton received from Jeremy Basby's mansion was correct, Hazel should now be in the North District, in the werewolf camp.

He even knew what he was going to do.

Conionai's decisiveness exceeded Jeremy Basby's expectations, and faced with an unexpected situation, Heiser needed to regain the balance.

Julius wanted to intercept him and kill him.

This guy always goes it alone, believing that secrecy is safer than guarding, and he would never dare to return directly to the East District, which is now heavily guarded, with everyone watching closely. If he dared to return to the East District from the south, everyone would know he was returning from the North District, and once suspicion arose, the secret alliance between Basbel and Conionne would be exposed.

To find him, you need to learn from Clayton—first find a high vantage point to scout.

Perhaps Hazel was reluctant to move his legs and hid himself in the carriage, but there would be no one else in the carriage traveling from the North District to the West District.

Julius sat in the small boat, thinking lightly.

He has everything ready, except that rowing is a bit tiring.

"Sir, someone is looking for you." The hotel waiter came to the door while Clayton was teaching Joseph to read.

Clayton smelled the visitor on him and decided to go and meet him.

The person who came looking for the werewolf was Father Tom, whom it had planned to visit later.

"Mr. Bello?"

The priest seemed to be in a hurry, and it wasn't until Clayton Bello acknowledged the title that he told him that his visit was related to Alexander Eleven.

For some unknown reason, this person ended up in the hands of the church.

"We need you to be our witness."

Few people knew Clayton's identity, but Alexander Eleven mentioned him, and Father Tom happened to remember this guest who had visited before. So, through the believers living nearby, they found Clayton's address.

No magic or strange abilities are needed to help with tracking; it's inherently difficult for someone of Clayton's stature to remain hidden in plain sight.