Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 581 A Terrifying Attack
To create a cursed doll like Vahtu, one needs not only spellcasting ability but also the skill of knitting.

During Clayton's period of laissez-faire, Julius did not become idle due to his dejected mood. He obtained the method of making it from Elder Cheryl and then started to learn the skills of hand weaving from scratch.

He hadn't considered increasing his speed until Clayton mentioned it.

Although temperance might make the werewolf more irritable, things haven't been like that lately—the werewolf has received almost nothing but good news. Not only has he successfully changed careers, but he's also made new friends and gotten a new mount. Kretsia is doing well at school. No matter how irritable the werewolf is, he can't find any reason to be angry. So why should he work overtime every day just to finish Waghtu a couple of days earlier?
However, Julius and Clayton soon found their reasons.

In the parish of St. Benedetta, they obscured the face of a poster featuring Clayton's image by covering it with newspaper, a practice that interfered with the magic's effectiveness.

What's going on?

Julius stepped forward to peel the newspaper off, but Clayton pushed it away. He turned to look and saw that the werewolf's pupils, which were staring at the newspaper, were rapidly dilating, squeezing the yellow iris to the side to form pure black eyes like those of a demon possessed. He followed the werewolf's gaze to the newspaper and found that the contents were aimed directly at someone, and were undisguisedly aggressive.

"Despicable referee"

Although this page isn't on the front page, its location is still quite good.

The entire piece is accusing a man named Clayton Bello who recently secured a position on the City Life Committee.

He was tall and handsome, but inside he was a despicable person who was neither talented nor virtuous.

The newspaper wrote: He claimed to have been a cavalry officer in the past, thus earning the prestigious position of judge at this horse race, but a single glance at his physique revealed that he was utterly incapable of being a cavalryman. He only obtained the position because someone had heard of Sir Jonard's favor and, in an attempt to curry favor with the old lord, bestowed it upon him.

Besides his lack of personal ability, Clayton Bello was also a despicable person.

His strong body and rather handsome face were gifts from heaven, but he used them to commit blasphemous acts.

On one occasion, he broke a young man's leg after a mere argument, leaving him crippled for life. In his household, no servant was unafraid of his potential outbursts of violence; the servants were all new faces, as they always quit after less than two months.

Clayton Bello was also fond of illicit relationships with men and women. He regarded unsuspecting ladies and young girls as his prey. With his wealth and looks, seducing them was easy. Once he had their virginity, he would discard them like trash, leaving behind broken families.

At least three women have agreed to testify against Mr. Clayton Bello’s atrocities because women are less likely to be deceived, and their emotional missteps led them to succumb to temptation and conceive Clayton Bello’s illegitimate children.

Those who knew Mr. Bello would no longer be deceived by him, so he often sought out new victims.

He suppressed any rumors that were unfavorable to him with money and threats.
In short, the core message of this article is that there is no honor in having such a person as a referee for the horse racing event, and he should be removed from the position.

"This is actually quite well-written."

After reading the newspaper, Julius tried to keep his tone from being too offensive. "But those who know you know that's not the case. Perhaps I can write a clarifying article for you tonight to refute it."

boom!
The werewolf's fist slammed heavily onto the newspaper, smashing the head of his own portrait below it.

"Who exactly is against me? I have no grudges against anyone in Sasha City!" Clayton was now really anxious.

He couldn't figure out who was trying to frame him. Judging from the slanderous tone of the report, he didn't seem like someone who was just a temporary referee at the horse racing event; he was at least running for mayor.

“Could it be the same group from yesterday?” Julius asked. “You beat them to it and took the horses they wanted, so this might be his revenge. Judging from what those guys were saying, their backers seem to be quite powerful. It’s feasible to have the article written that day and published it the next day.”

Although there is no evidence yet, he believes he is pretty close to the truth. The person who wrote this article probably doesn't know much about Clayton, and probably only knows the name and appearance of the werewolf. Otherwise, he wouldn't have forgotten to write about the bad things Clayton actually did - selling fake antiques.

"Just because I scared them, they're going to slander me like this?!"

This petty and despicable act enraged Clayton. Although he no longer relied on his reputation for a living and referees did not receive a salary, being slandered was by no means an acceptable thing.

And he wanted to be a referee at a horse racing event.

He reached out and grabbed the newspaper, tearing it off. The front page was on the other side. He looked at it closely and became even more furious.

"Black Ribbon Newspaper! That son of a bitch! I even had Charlotte put up an ad for 'rusted silver coins' in it before. We've been working together for so long, and those damned editors actually allowed an article like this to be published. They're bastards!"

The Black Ribbon is not a small newspaper, and by now quite a few people should have seen this report.

Among them might be his acquaintances and friends. How embarrassing!
Other parents at Xin Jiani Girls' College will surely see this too. They've only just met him and could easily be misled by this rumor. And what will Donna do if this rumor spreads to the school through them?

And if enough people file complaints, his referee position might be revoked.

He had lived in Sasha for four years, and only this year did he do something for his own happiness; no one could stop him.

The thought brought color back to Clayton's pale face.

He had anticipated that he would lose his temper, but that mental preparation was useless. Now, he felt that he should fly into a rage and take any revenge without any wrongdoing. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to look down on him and slander him in the future?

"Go!" he growled, pressing the newspaper to Julius's chest, and without explaining where they were going, he turned and mounted his horse.

However, the horse sensed the werewolf's ferocity and was so frightened that it could not move its legs. No matter how the horse tried to urge it on, it just stood there trembling and refused to move forward. This act of disobedience only fueled the horse's anger.

"Useless beast!"

Clayton Bello's eyes gleamed with a bright yellow light. He slapped the horse on the head, then jumped off and dragged it away.

Seeing this, Julius could only lead his horse and follow on foot, but his horse refused to get too close to Clayton, which gradually left him far behind. By the time he saw the sign for the Black Ribbon newspaper on the third floor of the building, the distance between them was only enough for him to see Clayton's back from afar.

Fortunately, Clayton remembered to tie up his horse. He stopped for a moment, and Julius caught up with him.

“I’m not sure if using violence at the newspaper is a good idea. You know, that’s what they do. If you beat them up, you’ll only get more bad news about them.”

"Do you think I'd let them have it easy?!"

Once Julius had tied up his horse, Clayton strode into the building, the back of his black overcoat billowing in the wind. Julius had to run as fast as he could to catch up.

"At least find out who hired them."

"Hmph!" Clayton made no promise, and Julius didn't know whether the voice meant agreement or rejection. But when they reached the third floor, Clayton slowed his pace in the corridor, and the excitement on his face gradually faded. However, no matter how he tried to disguise it, he could only put on a cold expression, clearly showing that he had come with resentment.

The newspaper office was filled with the sound of typewriters. At a glance, the people sitting there all had blank faces and were slightly balding.

The clerk near the door spotted Clayton and seemed quite surprised by his unusual size.

"Sir, who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I am Clayton Bello. Where is editor Kane?"

As they were talking, the editor named Kane also noticed Clayton. It was the first time he had seen Bello without a beard and who was taller than before. He didn't recognize his old customer at first, but realized something was wrong when he heard the other party introduce himself.

He tried to lower his head and hide himself with the pile of documents on his desk, but Clayton had already looked over first.
"Kane, my old friend."

The werewolf stretched out his arms and slowly walked towards him. His outstretched hands seemed like a traveler in a forest casually touching the waist-high bushes and grass beside him, but the actual impact was far more serious. The fingers of those large hands appeared to be pressing down lightly, yet they easily dragged the hundreds-of-pounds desk beneath them.

The screeching sound continued incessantly, and the two rows of desks closer to Clayton tilted in the direction he was moving, their shape resembling ripples left by a ship passing through water.

Almost no one was still working; they all looked up and stared at Clayton in surprise.

Mr. Kane rose cautiously, his voice trembling slightly: "Long time no see, Mr. Bello. You look even older than before."

He wanted to say something auspicious, but apart from "big," he couldn't think of any other words for the moment.

After becoming a werewolf, Clayton was only half a head taller than before, but he was more than just tall. His overall physical growth made him look at least twice his former size, as evidenced by his weight changes.

"Can we go outside to talk?" Kane looked like he was about to cry.

“Of course.” Clayton tucked his head under his arm and shoved him out of the office.

“I think you’re going to strangle him.” Julius, who was waiting outside the door, looked at the editor with a rare hint of pity in his voice.

“The people here all deserve what they got,” Clayton said, freeing the man’s head from under his arm.

Kane grimaced and rubbed his neck as soon as he regained his footing.

“Mr. Bello, I know what you want to ask, but that’s not something I can decide. I’m not the only editor here; everyone else agrees, including the editor-in-chief.”

Do you know the person who asked you to publish this article?

“I know him. He works for the Kules family. This time, he said he was acting on Sir Kules’ orders, which is why our editor-in-chief agreed.”

Julius, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow. The only apparent conflict between Kules and Bello was over that horse.

It's a horse again.

Could this be related to the cheating rumors surrounding horse racing?

"It's Kules again, excellent!"

Clayton's furious gaze fell on the newspaper office door again, and editor Kane quickly grabbed his arm: "Oh God, please don't! They'll see me go out with you. If you hit someone, I'll be implicated too. And this isn't just about us; other newspapers have also published that article."

The werewolf took a deep breath, and his face grew increasingly flushed.

"Are there other newspapers involved?"

"Of course, I'll show it to you."

Kane hurriedly returned to his office and soon came out with a stack of newspapers.

Every newspaper buys its competitors' newspapers for research, and this newspaper was no exception. Kane brought out five newspapers in total, and Clayton picked them up one by one and looked through them. Sure enough, they all had the article that slandered him. It's hard to imagine how many people now think that Clayton is such a scoundrel.

In just one night, Sasha City will become the place where he is utterly disgraced.

"Caroline Koules."

The werewolf uttered the name, and as he took a deep breath, a bloody wind blew out of his throat.

"To get revenge for his slander against me, I'm going to duel him and publish this news in the newspaper." He grabbed a handful of money and stuffed it into Kane's hand as advertising fees.

The editor, holding the money with trembling hands, looked at him and said, "But Mr. Bello, I don't think he'll agree."

Clayton stared intently at Kane, his tone strangely soft:

"Then write that he has already agreed. Do I need to teach you how to fabricate fake news?"

“He can clarify.” Kane regretted saying it as soon as he finished speaking. Who knew if Clayton Bello would take action in his anger? He really did look quite like the menacing figure in the reports.

"Just spread the word, and other newspapers will soon publish news of our duel as well."

Caroline Courles could buy news agencies to make Clayton Bello a scoundrel, so Clayton Bello could certainly use the same method to make this duel a reality.

More than the nobles' retaliation, the newspaper was afraid of a drop in newspaper sales.

If they knew that other newspapers had reported this explosive news, they would most likely follow suit even if Clayton didn't pay them.

“But he is a nobleman, and noblemen can hire someone to duel for them,” Kane couldn’t help but say again.

Clayton looked at him and sighed, his expression softening slightly:

“There’s always a way. For example, I can kill anyone who dares to fight for him in a duel. As long as no one else can take his place, he will have to face me personally.”