Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 510 The Meaning of Light

"Elder Kachiin, what are you looking at?" asked Angel Redbeard, the dwarf who had met Clayton once in prison.

She tossed the large black beans, which the elder had given her, back and forth with her large hands. The beans looked similar to chickpeas, and it was hard to believe that they could grow vines over four hundred yards long to pull her onto the airship.

An elderly man with his back to her stood at the edge of the accessible area inside the cabin. He had long gray hair and a long beard, and while dressed in a suit and tie, he also wore a brightly colored floral crown that still retained its natural fragrance. The airship hovered silently above many tall buildings. The air currents at high altitudes were much more turbulent than on the ground, but this had no effect on the glass. His green eyes looked down at the earth below the airship without blinking.

Elder Kachiin is a key figure sent by the council of elders of Sasha. He is an ally of Grone and a sworn enemy of Gregory.

He was also a Wei Aodi person.

“I’m looking at the city lights, Angel,” the old man said kindly.

"light?"

Angel stuffed the magic bean into her pocket, walked over to Elder Kachiin, and leaped high—far exceeding her own height—grabbing the horizontal railing of the circular observation window to steady herself. Her gaze swept over the city, its lights flickering, before returning to its place with an open and honest look.

She let go and fell heavily back to the ground.

"Excuse my bluntness, but I don't think there's anything to see here; it's like the skin of a mangy dog."

“You’re not looking closely, miss, and you also lack some of the knowledge that can stimulate deeper associations.”

"for example?"

Elder Kachiin's gaze fell: "Please tell me, what is the boundary between nature and civilization?"

Although Angel Redbeard had never thought about the question, she believed that this was the answer the elder wanted: "It's the light."

"Yes, then please take another look at the distribution of lights in this city."

The dwarf jumped up again; this time she saw a map.

A bright but incomplete Wei Aodi.

As far as her gaze could see, the eastern part of Weiaodi was mostly brightly lit, like a shimmering pond under the setting sun. The southern part was half lit, the railway economy had influenced it, and the lit streets formed lines, like a tattered fishing net. She hadn't expected the western and northern parts to also have patches of light, though the brightness was mottled and small, like a few small gold flakes that had fallen off during a gilding process and landed on an old, dirty table.

“Did you see that, Miss Angel? We can see Conionnai’s camp from here.”

Elder Kachiin gazed at the "golden flakes" in the North District: "They are temporarily residing in the North District, so the lights in the camp are softer and contain richer colors, which are the nature of firelight. The light from the electric lights, on the other hand, is sharp and steady, presenting a miraculous pure white."

The dwarf, drawing on his own observations and observations, found that this was indeed the case.

"But what does this prove?"

"This illustrates the gap between the rich and the poor. Although poor students and low-level employees may also turn on the lights at night, there are not many houses with dedicated electrical circuits available, and they cannot afford to rent such houses."

The elder extended his right index finger and drew a circle around the area he was looking at: "Look there, it's a whole area connected together. Are their lights or firelight? That's something to pay attention to."

Angel suddenly realized: "The people living in these buildings are members of those evil societies. They need to keep the lights on at night because they are active at night!"

"On the contrary, they are definitely not members of a society."

The elder sighed at the dwarf's lack of understanding.

“Miss Angel, the enemies you envision, though evil, are not stupid. They will not create a large amount of light, as that would attract the attention of law enforcement.”

"Then what use is this?" the dwarf asked, looking aggrieved.

“Although they are not members of the society, I specifically mentioned them because members of those evil societies often frequent their vicinity.” The elder sighed again: “Think about it, if you were an ordinary person, you wouldn’t understand the difference between a society, a gang, or a club. You would only know that some people often appear on the nearby streets with strange expressions at night.”

“The neighborhood is very unsafe. The bailiffs and Royal Canadian Mounted Police don’t take your neighborhood seriously. You’re worried that these people will break into your house at night, so you’ve taken some precautions—like turning on the lights so that people outside will think you’re still awake.”

If you are near criminals, but you are not one of them, then you should definitely take precautions.

"So that's how it is! So although they appear and disappear mysteriously, they are not truly without a trace." Angel exclaimed with his black beetle-like eyes wide open. This reaction finally brought Elder Kachiin a little amusement.

However, Angel quickly realized that this method of identification was not something everyone could try. The observer first needed to have sufficient altitude, and apart from airships, even standing on the top of the world's tallest building could not provide a panoramic view of the entire city.

She sighed, "It's a pity the people who own this city can't see it, but even if they did, they probably wouldn't care."

Since the merchants took over the city, investment in the maintenance of public spaces that couldn't generate profit or tax revenue has been drastically reduced. In those unimportant neighborhoods, even those who managed the streetlights have been dismissed. This is why their aerial observations are so effective, unaffected by unwanted light sources. The elder looked lovingly up at her head: "Forget about the Friendship Society. They're insignificant. Gregory will continue to try to increase his influence over them. Perhaps it won't be long before this old adversary confronts us personally."

“These babies crying in the cradle of old memories just want others to be like them, but there are still quite a few people who believe them,” Angel said helplessly.

Many people despise progress for a very simple reason.

In the past, people worked from sunrise to sunset, but now, nighttime is no longer a reason to stop working. Factories that spew out thick smoke and products day and night are becoming new prisons, trapping people inside, where exhaust fumes and wastewater discharged into water sources continue to poison their bodies.

Scientific advancements have not improved the lives of most people, and she cannot think of a way to persuade them to accept this ever-progressing world.

All she knew was that this painful phase was part of the natural process, and no one had the right to stop it.

"We also have many wise people supporting us in Elheit," the elder said, pleased with this.

The dwarf woman said worriedly, “But Gregory will persuade them. The Friendship will show the young druids how the ruling class of this society destroys the lives of ordinary people while using them to attack us. Elder, you must have come to Weodia for more than just observation. We must do something. Most of the cult is still watching.”

"Angel, do you think we're still in competition?"

Elder Kachiin's smiling face was reflected in the glass of the observation window.

“Gregory just doesn’t understand where the key lies. It’s not in Weaudie, but a thousand miles away, in the power he thinks he can get rid of. The outcome between us has long been clear. I want to thank Groene for his efforts over the years; this precious victory was actually won by him.”

The female dwarf looked up in confusion and blinked three times.

"Elder, I don't understand what you are saying."

Kachiin, another high priest of the Druids, chuckled: "The gentleman he sponsors has persuaded the Queen to use a portion of the national treasury to support our attempt to combine nature and the city. This is no small matter, and Her Majesty hopes that the outcome of this attempt will be grand enough to demonstrate our advanced national strength and civilized character to the international community."

Seeing Angel's still confused expression, the elder felt even more pleased.

"Hmm~ Maybe I should put it simply."

"In short—the national park project has been officially approved."

“That’s interesting, Clayton, but I must say, the Witchcraft Society is not our target.”

“I hope you understand what I mean. They are of course the common enemy, but we can deal with them later. If we let them stay here, they will harm our enemies first.”

"The Truth Society may be colluding with the Witchcraft Society, which is why I advise against you provoking them."

When Julius returned late at night, he started rambling on and on about Clayton’s experiences and decisions.

He went out for a while and came back much bolder, but Clayton could still see him touching his pocket from time to time, as if he was hiding something incredible in there.

“Julius,” Clayton had to call him to a halt.

"This decision is entirely my own; I don't need anyone's orders to go and cause them trouble."

“I slapped the Friendship Society in the face, bit Conionne hard, and unintentionally dug a pit for the Church. Now that the Witchcraft Society has resurfaced, I have no reason not to do something, otherwise wouldn't that be very unfair to the others?”

"Besides, they shot me!"

“What about Sheriff Albert?” Julius had to bring up another person: “Did he agree with your decision?”

“He’s going to help me. He’s already gone to gather reinforcements,” Clayton said somberly, leaning against the brightly lit exterior wall of the house. He wiped the rifle in his hand, the very same one that had shot him earlier, and he was going to use it to get revenge.

Julius became furious, his good mood at capturing Hazel completely ruined by this reaction: "A policeman and a werewolf dare to provoke the magic academy? The Office of Truth is not the enemy you have encountered before. It is an organization established by real wizards, not a defective product like the Key Guild. Even if they can only prophesy, the prophets of the Office of Truth can still stir up endless trouble with their words!"

“They won’t do that; I guess I have something on them.”

"What does 'I guess' mean? What kind of sentence is this? There must be one of us who hasn't learned grammar properly."

"What I'm guessing means is that I didn't know they had such a rule before, but in theory, these kinds of organizations would have similar prohibitions—prohibiting harming their clients, even indirectly, and not disclosing the content of prophecies, just like the church's prohibition against clergy revealing the contents of believers' confessions. If violations of the prohibition are discovered, it will lead to a lot of trouble."

"Then you... you were right!" Julius's eyes lit up. "What, do you have something on them?"

Clayton laughed, then said nothing in annoyance.