Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 528 Social Activities
Clayton Bello hadn't felt this fulfilled in a long time.

He was back to the early stages of his business, with something constantly urging him to get things done.

He transferred the rusted silver coin to Charlotte, but that didn't mean the matter was over. He also needed to write to the friends who had previously provided him with market intelligence, informing them that he could only offer a portion of the transaction as compensation now, instead of the previously agreed terms, and to find out who else was willing to continue helping the shop.

He also assigned someone to the food cannery to investigate various production permits and the quality of the suppliers' goods, requiring frequent contact.

Acquiring pharmacies also requires a lot of effort. Those thriving shops will not be given up by their owners, and the cost of acquiring these shops will be very high. Clayton sent Julius to investigate which pharmacies were suitable for acquisition and to negotiate a lower price, while he himself studied whether there were any areas for improvement in the pharmacy business models.

In addition, he also needs to contact new friends he met at the Presbyterian Church and schedule some events to enhance their relationships.

We also need to keep an eye on Wei Odi's situation, and Clayton insists on writing to Albert to get information on the subsequent changes in the Friendship Association.

In the evening, as was his routine for the past two weeks, Clayton would go to the Big Treehouse Bar to hang out with his veteran friends, offering advice on applying for police jobs or celebrating those who had already secured positions.

At night, Clayton's task became even simpler—to take Clara to swindle money from other people who thought they could get rich through card skills.

Leaving the crowded casino, the night outside once again filled the werewolves with excitement.

Clara, clinging to Clayton's neck, climbed up and put on his head like a hat. It was a wonderful feeling. Clayton pulled her little hands down as if they were the ties of a hat.

Clara's body was cut off at armpit level, with nothing below her; her shoulders and arms were like three sticks pieced together, making it difficult to secure her.

Now they need to get home.

Next, I'll have a meal at home, and then head out again. Most of the schedule will be the same as today, with only a few minor changes. That's about it.

However, March 1st is fast approaching, and the night will be a full moon. Although he barely managed to maintain his sanity during the last full moon, his mental state has recently declined due to his deviant practice. To be on the safe side, he must stay in the basement of his house all day.

Back home, Clayton found himself exhausted from eating less, so he took a nap in bed, something he hadn't done in a long time.

When he woke up, it was already past ten o'clock.

He didn't eat much, planning to make up for the lack of breakfast at noon. For now, he was going to work in his study for a while.

The servant brought over two new letters that had arrived in the mailbox.

One of the letters was from Norris, in which he warmly greeted Clayton. Although the two might have disagreements on some points, Clayton was still pleased to receive the letter, as they were, after all, close friends.

The other letter was rather strange. When opened, the text inside was written entirely in blood, and the ink had dried into an ochre color.

"She's the only deal I'd be willing to make that would be a loss."

The handwriting was so fierce that it almost tore the paper apart.

Clayton stared at the words for a while and decided to buy a pair of rings, one for himself and the other to be sent to Lydia's safe house in Weodia.

The children weren't used to a normal schedule yet and were still asleep, so the Bello family's lunch preparation time was delayed by half an hour. Clayton had only been working alone for a short while when more guests arrived.

It was Mr. Roderick, whom he had met before.

“Mr. Roderick, we’ve known each other for a while now. I’d like to know how you explain your appearance to ordinary people?” Clayton entered the living room, starting with small talk.

Roderick, with his dark skin and white hair, picked up his teacup; his briefcase sat on the sofa.

“I have said that I come from a minority group in Masri, and no one has questioned me so far.”

"A smart response!"

Clayton is never stingy with praise, which is one of the reasons for his popularity.

Roderick smiled and said, “The new mayor, Mr. Kunti, has been in office for two months. I would like to talk to you about him and our next steps in dealing with him.”

"What makes him so special?" Clayton asked.

"He was very meticulous, rich, had an aristocratic title, was unburdened, and was as ambitious as a young man."

"That's truly admirable."

“Indeed admirable.” Roderick agreed. “In his first month in office, he launched a scathing attack on Elder Groene, saying without naming him, ‘In a city surrounded by forests, it is unforgivable that the price of firewood cannot be reduced.’”

“He means well,” Clayton said. “But he has little common sense.” Roderick said, “Even disregarding the forest owner’s wishes, these trees are not suitable for firewood. If you really want to ruin your eyes, you can certainly use them to start a fire.”

"It's common knowledge that politicians lack scientific common sense. But does he even know who Elder Groene is?"

“No, Mr. Kunti was unaware of the existence of the Elders’ Council. He only attacked the owner of the forest. As for the identity of this person, that was not his concern.” Roderick shook his head, his skin reflecting light like obsidian. “Ah, let’s not talk about that. What I want to talk about is another initiative of the new government. They have recently been reviewing various business licenses because Mr. Kunti believes that the previous mayor accepted too many bribes and gave too many things that he shouldn’t have.”

Clayton had also heard about this, and he asked Roderick curiously, "Why does he think it's the previous mayor's fault? Aren't these kinds of details the responsibility of the Administration for Business Administration? Everyone knows that bureaucrats are the ones who actually get things done, and it's often at this stage that people abuse their power for personal gain."

Roderick looked somewhat embarrassed: "The problem is that the position of director of the Management Bureau is also considered one of the many things that the previous mayor should not have given."

“Oh—” Clayton understood.

The newly appointed mayor had no idea what the Presbyterian Council was, but his policies were exactly the opposite of what the members did.

The Presbyterian council is a platform for communication, and its development depends on the self-discipline of its members. When those who control resources get together, it is only natural that they will abuse their power for personal gain.

This is how the Loyalist Association was formed, and the Presbyterian Association is also showing this trend.

Judging from this, he should support the new mayor.

“I’m not saying it’s against the rules, but it does reduce our efficiency,” Roderick said.

"This is inevitable."

"But this isn't the best way to handle it. You should know that many small businesses operate without licenses, right? It's been commonplace for a rancher to slaughter his own cattle and then sell the beef in the city for decades, but now he's being judged as operating illegally because he doesn't have a slaughtering license. He has to pay a fine, which is really cruel."

Roderick gave another specific example: "Especially some of our Darkin compatriots are so difficult to hide their appearance that it is inconvenient for them to appear in public. Even if the Elders are willing to provide support, the support is not unlimited. The only businesses they can do are these unlicensed businesses. They have special abilities to solve problems, but human society does not recognize their methods. Buying a business license is just a burden for them."

“For example, I have a friend who is a mermaid. He runs an underwater salvage company, and all his employees are mermaids. But now Mr. Kunti is not allowing them to continue operating because no one in the company has the qualifications to operate ships or has suitable vessels for salvage. This is definitely unreasonable. Why must our working methods conform to human standards?”

Clayton tapped his right index finger on the armrest of the chair, a situation he hadn't considered.

"This is terrible, but don't we have an agreement with the government?"

"The agreement does not guarantee a good life, and besides, this purge seems to be applied equally to everyone."

"So, Mr. Roderick, you think he's deliberately targeting us?"

“No, I think he’s just short of money,” Roderick said frankly. “The river dredging project is underway, and for future planning, the city government needs to restart the shipping department, but at the same time, it also needs to allocate funds to the newly established police agency. In order for these two new departments to operate smoothly, the expansion of the regulatory agencies behind them is inevitable. Money is needed everywhere, but announcing a tax increase at this time is not a wise move for a newcomer.”

"Why doesn't he find some enthusiastic and wealthy citizens to solve this problem?" Clayton asked, puzzled, as fundraising had always been a means for previous governments to fill their coffers.

Roderick shook his head, his interest waning.

"Who knows, newcomers always have all sorts of strange ideas, otherwise, what would they be called newcomers? My friends and I who are interested in changing the status quo have already drafted a petition. Although we are not human, we still represent hundreds of votes, and he has to take our opinions seriously. You can take a look at the petition. Perhaps there are things that can be improved that we haven't noticed. If you agree, please sign your name on it."

He took the documents he had brought out of his bag and handed them to Clayton.

The document is quite long, but in short, it offers suggestions for improving the existing review system and judicial procedures.

Clayton reviewed them one by one and concluded that they were all very beneficial improvements, but difficult to implement in the short term.

"I don't think he'll take it."

“We don’t think this thing will really work either,” Roderick said. “Its main function is to distract him. The government is short of implementers right now. If he thinks that a certain plan can be easily pushed forward because of our support, and thus allocates some manpower and attention to it, then we will have more opportunities to influence other work that the government is doing.”

"If he actually manages to accomplish one or two of them, that would be a good thing, as members of the joint petition, our reputation would be enhanced."

That explains it all, and the werewolf let out a satisfied hum.

“I do have an idea,” he wrote at the end of the document.

"Add qualification exams for pharmacists? And licenses for pharmacies?" Roderick exclaimed. "My God! Aren't you trying to kill them? And what's the point?"

Clayton added his name to the list of signatures, then capped his pen, suppressing his urge to speak the truth: "I'm planning to take over two pharmacies recently. Those incompetent pharmacists are driving up prices, and if these proposals go through, they'll probably be more willing to sell their shops."

Roderick laughed knowingly.