Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 507 The Female Prophet

Albert found Abigail in the West End in no time.

She had previously operated in the East and South districts, so her appearance in the West district was highly unusual. Considering that the assassination attempt had just occurred in this district, Albert became much more wary of her.

This blind, red-haired, beautiful prophet was dressed in a simple white dress. More than forty armed men surrounded her, carrying guns and lanterns. Wherever she went, there was a crowd of people with light. Ordinary passersby would give way to them.

To be honest, she acted more like a queen than a prophet.

The sheriff didn't bring many police officers with him, fearing it would cause a conflict. He only brought two helpers, who stood not far from the crowd and checked the appearance of the prophet's followers one by one.

But he didn't expect that this blind woman would notice him.

As the object of observation, the prophet walked straight toward him with the grace and poise of any lady. If it weren't for the white film covering her eyes, Albert would have almost thought she was not blind—a feature that greatly diminished her beauty, making her impossible to ignore at first glance.

"Sir, are you looking at me?" the woman greeted the sheriff first. The armed men behind her tried to surround her, which made the two henchmen with the sheriff nervous. However, she stopped the armed men's actions by raising her hand, an authority that seemed to belong to a religious leader.

She seemed friendly, but she certainly had the ability to command these armed men. Albert thought to himself, while mimicking his impulsive nature as he spoke: "Uh, ma'am, are you not blind?"

The prophet laughed; such words had not offended her.

"My eyes can't see, but my heart can still see. Are you troubled by something right now?"

Albert smiled too. The prophet's behavior had made him unconsciously make that expression, before he realized that his smile probably wouldn't please a blind man. "I must say, you guessed right, madam. But perhaps the smell of the potion on me was too strong for you to detect. If you're using that to deduce that I'm troubled, that's a bit of a trick."

“Then I can say more.”

The prophetess stepped forward, and Albert stepped back accordingly.

"Are you afraid of me?" the prophet asked in a gentle voice.

"No, madam, I just feel that two people don't need to stand so close when they talk. Your attendant might not be happy to see this."

“They are not my followers, Mr. Albert, and you are not a man without courage. I know what you have been doing lately, a business that could cost you your life.”

When he heard her call out his real name, Albert knew he no longer needed to pretend.

"In that case, what advice do you have, Ms. Abigail? If I disagree, will your 'friends' try to harm me because of this?"

“I have said that they are not my people. They have gathered around me, but I do not need them. Truth has no enemies, only friends.”

"Anyone can be your friend?"

"Why not?" If the prophet's eyes were healthy, her gaze would be incredibly captivating at this moment.

Albert didn't ask any further questions. He had already counted the armed men and confirmed that a familiar face was indeed absent. Therefore, he could report this information and request that Hell Building send some guards to arrest these suspicious individuals.

But Abigail revealed his plan: "I advise you not to do it. Once you do, you'll find it simply won't work."

The sheriff was now somewhat astonished: "Are you really a prophet?"

He knew, of course, that she was a prophet, but based on certain traditional beliefs, he always thought that a prophet should live in seclusion in the mountains, waiting for people to come to him, rather than showing himself in the city. Of course, her age was also one of the reasons he did not trust Abigail.

Abigail's smile was perfect; that was her only response.

The officer standing next to Albert shifted uncomfortably, his lantern swaying. In the flickering light, Albert seemed to see countless black dots moving on the prophet's white eyelids, converging towards the light source. But after he blinked, the strange phenomenon disappeared.

Abigail continued to look at him calmly.

The sheriff's suspicions about the prophet began to diminish. After all, with such abilities, why would she need to order someone to assassinate him? He immediately became much more respectful. As a veteran, he held those who were truly capable in high esteem.

"Then please tell me your advice. I don't think you came to me for no reason."

“You are very clever, Sheriff. What I’m about to tell you is the best way to survive in this chaotic world—when you’re at work, don’t accept personal instructions, just do what’s required, don’t try to be different, and don’t treat variables as opportunities.”

Albert frowned. "I don't quite understand."

This didn't seem to be a plea for the Witchcraft Society, but simply a warning to him to stop meddling. The prophet extended her right hand, her white index finger gently pressing against the sheriff's chest beneath his black uniform: "Being a little slow isn't a bad thing. Don't become someone else's weapon, because the sharper the sword, the easier it is to break."

After uttering this cryptic prophecy, she turned and left, leaving behind a graceful silhouette.

Albert stood there, lost in thought, until the prophet and her followers were gone. Only then did he regain his senses under the uneasy gaze of the two police officers, and his face immediately darkened.

"Damn it, I almost got scammed by that bitch!"

Perhaps Abigail really was a prophet, but so what?
Her words were meant to urge Albert to stop taking radical actions and instead offer advice to the Friendship Association. But what is Albert doing now? He's attacking associations.

Societies are never a good thing; he had seen a group of lunatics in the army who called themselves the Salvation Army.

Such organizations, if allowed to develop for a while, will eventually become cults.

Albert didn't become a policeman entirely for the money. He joined the police force precisely because the agency was still imperfect, which was a good opportunity for him to make his mark and gain real power. Once he was in a high position, he could use his ideas to shape the city's security system and promote advanced law enforcement models nationwide, thus making a name for himself in history.

He was a patriot.

The opportunity was rare; the Friendship Society was very generous, and the task offered was morally harmless. He could both eliminate the association that was corrupting the people and rise rapidly through the ranks based on this achievement. Abigail, however, did not advise him to seize the opportunity, as she, even if not an enemy, would certainly be a hindrance.

“If she really is a prophet, she should know that I’ve made similar choices before.” The sheriff muttered to himself as he turned around and led his men back to the meeting point he had agreed upon with Clayton. On the way, he asked some patrolling officers about things that were worth noting in the area, which made him arrive a little later than expected.

When he arrived, the werewolf was already waiting there.

“There is indeed a familiar face missing, and that woman is also a problem.” Albert exchanged information: “She knows what I’m doing. She says those followers have nothing to do with her, but I saw her authority among them. I don’t believe for a second that she doesn’t know what these people are doing, or that she can’t command them.”

"I'd like to deal with her, but she doesn't seem afraid. Perhaps someone in the city government will protect her, and with my manpower..."

Despite his reluctance to admit it, the police force he could mobilize might not be able to defeat the female prophet's retinue.

Clayton stood in the shadows by the corner, offering no comment, but simply interrupting him calmly: "I did some research."

He paused, his breathing clearly audible in the silence.

“We need to talk alone,” he said again after a few seconds.

Albert immediately dismissed the two officers and waited for him to speak.

Do you know what happened last night?

“I have gathered information.”

"The Witchcraft Society came from the north, right behind Conionne, didn't they?"

The sheriff nodded.

"The North District is mostly filled with scum and criminals. The court allows them to settle in the North District instead of taking a ship out to sea. The Witches can expand their power there as easily and naturally as fish in water."

The laws of the Kingdom of Dorne stipulate that criminals can choose to serve their sentences normally or be exiled to the western continent. Increasing the population in the colonies who speak the same language and have the same faith and religion helps the kingdom to control the colonies. Expelling these people can also improve the social stability of the country. This can be considered a national policy that benefits the country and its people. The fact that the Weiodi government dared to make changes in this regard greatly displeased Albert.

"The Witchcraft Society's combat strength is not very strong, even though they have taken in a lot of Darkin. If they can break through the Friendship Society's northern defense line, it means that most of their strength is concentrated in the northern district. Considering that their manpower is assembled silently and very quickly, I speculate that those combat personnel were originally in the northern district, which can be considered their main base."

"good."

Albert was certain of this deduction, but a strange feeling also arose in his mind as he pondered it. The North District was a defensive line established by the Friendship Society to guard against Conionne, but it had become a breeding ground for the Witchcraft Society because it housed a large number of people with low morals. There seemed to be something beyond coincidence and fate involved.

"Do you believe that abandoning the North District was a move influenced by external factors, with the real purpose of cultivating the Witchcraft Society? Could it be the Truth Office? But Abigail's age doesn't seem to match up. I haven't checked the relevant information, but abandoning the North District was a decision made at least ten years ago. At that time, she shouldn't have been at her current level, nor was she in Weaudi."

“Don’t underestimate those societies that are truly involved in mysticism; they are incredibly persistent. As long as they want to do it, time and patience are not a problem,” Clayton said, with a touch of感慨 (a sense of deep emotion or reflection).

However, a little emotion will not affect his decision.

“I will continue the investigation to find out their purpose,” Albert added. “By the way, Abigail recently visited a group of unusual people. A friend of mine told me she went to the park where the True Faith Brotherhood resides.”

"This administration has cut all funding for public services. After that park was abandoned, no one but monks would stay there."