Werewolf hunting rules

"Oh my god, Hazel." Julius looked at him in surprise, and half-jokingly exclaimed: "We have known each other for several years, and I didn't expect you to be so righteous! Going against such a large group of werewolves may cost you your life!"

Fale Mammon Hazel's face showed a kind of happy distress.

"This is related to my job, and I have no choice but to do it."

"So, you are a volunteer sheriff. Oh, now you call the police."

"No, on the contrary, I serve private individuals, but without my assistance, the police can't do anything." Hazel spread his hands and did not hide his contempt: "This organization has been established for a month, and there are not many guns in hand. Every day, it just deals with thieves and mobs. They are arrested and locked up, and released, and in the end, they are as good as non-existent."

"Don't even think about relying on these people to deal with those real-world events!" He concluded.

The real world that Hazel mentioned is actually the world of extraordinary people. In the eyes of some people, those who know nothing about magic, miracles, and monsters are living in a protected false world. Only when they know everything can they be considered to be in the real world.

Julius agreed with this view. He nodded slightly: "So you are the [Guards] mentioned by Morgan, who specializes in dealing with these things?"

"Hmm."

"Who is your current employer?" Julius made a gesture of curiosity but tried not to offend: "I mean, Guards have to protect something, right?"

"The Busby family."

Suddenly, Hazel's voice became calm when he read out the name. His real pride could not be controlled at this moment, so he stood out from the warmth he had just pretended.

This was completely unintentional, not a disguise, and even he himself was stunned for a moment afterwards.

Fortunately, the footsteps and slogans outside the window became louder and louder, allowing him to readjust his face in the process of looking back.

"Haha."

Julius laughed awkwardly.

The Basbe family, he had never heard of this name before, probably because he only paid attention to the "real world". It was only in these few days that he knew that it was the family of a railway magnate.

The way the Presbyterian Church operates made him deeply aware of the relationship between money and the real world.

Money can certainly do a lot of things, but it can't win real respect.

Nowadays, many nobles have fallen, but they still have "knowledge", their surnames still maintain many ancient interest connections, and their names are still on the supernatural contracts that are still being fulfilled, so they are still regarded as insiders. As long as they have money, they can quickly restore their status. But if a person only has money and still wants to deal with supernatural people, then wait to be played by the experts of occultism, and the real upper class will not take them too seriously.

The Basbe family's behavior of secretly recruiting supernatural people seems grand, but it is a bit ridiculous in the eyes of those who know the business.

It's like holding different kinds of venomous snakes in your hands to resist the enemy. If you don't have the power to subdue them, they will either fight first or bite the owner back.

A nouveau riche trying to enter the real world, he really didn't know why Hazel was so proud.

"So your employer is the big entrepreneur Jeremy Busby. I have heard of his name, but not too clearly. Maybe you can introduce your employer to me. I am also a little curious about his history of making a fortune."

Hazel looked at Julius deeply and smiled again: "Don't talk about you. I don't know much about him, but I can confirm that he is a respectable gentleman. Because he taught me a truth."

"A person can fail countless times, but as long as he looks to the future, he may still succeed."

Hazel was speaking the truth, but Julius still couldn't understand. This sentence does have some meaning, but it has become cheap. He knows many variations of this sentence, and he can say it for an hour without repeating it.

"You were moved by him?"

"Of course it's not just because of a word, but also because of an opportunity." Hazel said lightly: "The kind of opportunity you don't need."

Julius grinned: "Maybe you underestimated my greed."

Seeing his smile, Hazel's face suddenly relaxed, and he waved his hand: "Maybe. In short, if you don't have anything else to do for the time being, you can relax and stay for a while to rest. Don't let those trivial things affect your mood."

"It's the social season now." Julius suddenly said.

Hazel was stunned for a moment: "You know that only the largest cities have social seasons? Or do you plan to go to the north or the west for vacation?"

The social season is a custom among the nobles. They take this opportunity to let the next generation of male and female heirs get acquainted with each other and marry each other to expand their power. Although many middle-class people are now beginning to do this, it is just a poor imitation.

The real social season is a special period born around the power center.

In Dorne, there are only two places that really have social seasons.

One is in Asia, which is the center of the bureaucracy and the place where interests are most frequently exchanged. The other is with the Queen. She often stays in Asia, so there is only one center. But if the Queen chooses to leave Asia for vacation, then the Dorne Social Season has two centers, one of which will move with her.

The dignitaries and big businessmen follow her like migrating birds.

However, in some lesser cities, or around the governors of the colonies, such a power vortex will also form.

Like the prototype of a palace

Hazel suddenly remembered something and thought she understood what Julius was thinking: "I know you were heartbroken by a girl before. How can a man be helpless with a woman? I can't let you be together. But there may be other ways to compensate for your inner feelings and desires.”

He spoke affectionately and lit a cigarette: "There is a newly opened brothel in the West District. The girls in it are not only beautiful, but also very talkative. This brothel is called Golden Sailboat. You can go there and tell me my name." If you stay here for a month, all the expenses will be borne by me.”

This wouldn't be a bad idea for most men in this era, but Julius's face changed drastically from the moment he mentioned "girl", and the kindness he had always pretended could hardly be maintained.

"I think you didn't ask enough, it's not just a girl." The green-haired wizard said coldly, he was more serious than ever.

Hazel's pupils widened in surprise: "Boy?"

".I mean, she is not an ordinary woman, and her feeling in my heart is irreplaceable! And you'd better be careful with your words."

Julius's attitude was no joke. Strong mental fluctuations came from his forehead, and any wizard could feel the power accumulated there.

"It's my fault." Hazel put out the cigarette he had just lit to show his sincerity in apologizing at this moment.

"I forgive you."

I don't forgive you.

Julius' thoughts were diametrically opposed to the subtle feelings he displayed.

But for them, this matter is just like the conversation just now, the superficiality is enough. Even if they reject each other and look down on each other's personality, the venting of malice should stop here.

Not because of any bullshit politeness, but to hide his true thoughts.

"I want to apologize again. I didn't have time to say something just now." Hazel poked the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Maybe you are willing to accept the employment temporarily - you said before that you are willing to pay sincerity to prove your innocence."

"I thought you should give in if you knew the truth." Julius frowned in disgust. "I have promised to accuse the Conlione family for you."

"It's a pity that I don't have full authority to make the decision on this matter, otherwise I would definitely let you go. But this matter is just a small matter and will not put you at risk."

Hazel stretched out her hand, moved an inconspicuous document next to the ashtray to her eyes, and glanced at it quickly.

"You know Engineer Alexander Ilevin."

"I don't know."

"You and your unknown companion were seen visiting him."

Tap tap tap.

The crowd's slogans of ".Protest against railway compensation" became clearer, but the specifics were still unclear.

The sound outside the window was too strong to ignore. It should be a protest march passing downstairs.

Julius sighed in disgust, and raised his voice so that his words could cover the noise outside the window: "Do I need to explain this kind of thing? I need that werewolf to be my bodyguard, and I have to pay something. He doesn’t want money, as long as I help him explain some special cultural terms, then why not do it?”

"Then what did they say?"

"I didn't listen to anything. When the engineer saw that he was still with someone, he became furious and drove me away."

"Aren't you curious about what they said?" Hazel continued to ask.

"What? I have to find some work for myself, right?"

Tap tap tap tap

“Protest against the atrocities committed by Jeremy Busby, the railway company should compensate patients with tremors for their medical expenses!”

When the noise appeared again, Julius stood up abruptly. Taking this opportunity, he was able to relax and get rid of this series of problems that he had not yet thought of a lie to deal with. He no longer concealed his anger on his face, and he walked quickly Go to the window and look out at the parade writhing like a long snake.

"Are you making such a fuss here every day?!"

Hazel also stood up, walked slowly to his side, and looked at the crowd outside the window: "It is indeed not uncommon. In fact, it is my job to find ways to deal with these people."

"What is tremor? How come I've never heard of this condition?"

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because this is what the union made up to defraud us of money."

Hazel looked down at the dark wave of hats with disdain. If Julius had not mentioned this matter, he would not have come here to take a look: "They said that the residents living next to the railway had no rest every day because the train passed by. Okay, so I got some doctors to testify about this disease that causes the body to twitch involuntarily.”

"They really treat us like fools. It's not like I've never seen symptoms like this before. They disappear after a few days of good sleep. Is this considered a disease?"

"In order to prevent those who cause trouble at night, except for the express train, all other trains are stopped at night. They can't sleep well like this. Are they more squeamish than the ladies of the palace?"

Julius didn't say anything. He once did something under Akzi, and what he did at that time seemed to be no different from Hazel. Although it didn't last long and he quit because he didn't like the job, he knew that some night shift workers had their schedules reversed day and night, and their rest time was during the day.

Farai Mammon Hazel put on a dutiful attitude, but seemed to have little understanding of matters.

Using the excuse of rest, Julius did not stay, and he quickly returned to the apartment room Morgan lent him.

After rechecking the safety of the room, he closed the curtains, locked the door, and then lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling angrily, thinking about all the details of the conversation.

After a few seconds of rest, he raised his hands to cover his face, hiding his furious expression that could no longer be contained.

Damn, Hazel, that bitch!

He almost killed him! He almost killed him!

Although he didn't know what Hazel and his employer wanted, he knew that if he hadn't cut off his relationship with Clayton Bellow in time and hinted that his father knew about his trip, his father might have been involved!

Those reminiscences were all lies. From the moment he entered the door, Hazel was ready to drag him in. The only difference was death or shackles.

Both Clayton and himself were now caught up in this chaos and couldn't get out.

Jeremy Busby was just an upstart, but a lot of money itself was still a force that could not be ignored. Maybe he overlooked something or underestimated this person he had never seen before, but the danger was approaching, or it might have come before, otherwise he would not feel it so clearly.

What was the Queen's envoy investigating in Wei Aodi?

The strange feeling in his spiritual knowledge was like a stone embedded in his forehead. Julius was sweating all over. He would not think that he would be safe forever, let alone that he could represent only himself. His identity had long been tied to his father. If he did anything wrong, it would probably be regarded as Grogne's instigation.

The Elders' Council of Sasha City had no possibility of resisting all risks. They were already under the gaze of power.

If the Queen had not noticed his father Grogne, why would there be a most advanced military airship in that small city?

That thing was used to restrain the forest spirits.

Grogne could hide in the forest and use the forest to amplify his magic power, but the military airship was enough to burn down the entire forest overnight.

The stinging pain between his eyebrows made Julius vaguely see the blazing fire in the distance of the city. He realized that he must find out the real purpose of the Basbe family as soon as possible, so as to prevent this horrible premonition from becoming a reality.