Werewolf hunting rules

To explain why Clayton and Norris were in this affordable cafe, we have to talk about what happened in Norris's mansion two hours ago.

After relearning profanity, a part of Norris became the person Creighton once knew.

He asked Clayton about the trouble he had recently encountered in Weiaudy, and said that he would help his old friend solve the matter no matter what. Clayton told the truth, but Norris did not express enough attention after hearing the truth.

"If you only provoke the Black Claw clan, it is enough to leave Weiaudi. They will not have the energy to deal with you. In addition to their current enemies, I will also give them some 'small gifts'."

He didn't say any small gifts, but Clayton believed that since Norris said so, he would be able to make those same people uncomfortable.

"You're not afraid of werewolves." Clayton said with a smile. "You are so rich now, maybe we are just small characters in your eyes."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "Old friend, if it were a werewolf like you, I would be afraid, but Conglione?" He looked disdainful. Although he had learned the ability to speak dirty words again, he was not used to it yet. , so I didn’t say it at this moment, otherwise I should add a sentence here.

This conclusion surprised Clayton.

"I was seriously injured at their hands, but you look down on them?"

Norris spread his hands behind the window. It was clear that he was only of average height, but when he spread his arms, he seemed to be able to block the entire corridor: "Clayton, I know what kind of person you are. Although you are in business, You are still a warrior with a clear goal. Money is a pure tool for you. While you enjoy money and power, you will not become dependent on them. If necessary, you will abandon everything and use any means to achieve your goals. The werewolves of the Leonai family are different."

"Maybe I don't quite understand the impact of blood and curse on you, but I at least know one truth, that is, the bigger an organization is, the more urgent its need for money is. It is not enough for everyone to get their own salary. It requires extra money to maintain its existence."

"There are about a hundred werewolves in the Conglione family, but there are definitely more than three hundred humans working for them. Their total number far exceeds the official positions of Boda Labick, and the monthly turnover of funds has become The top priority cannot be handled by their leader alone, but requires a dedicated accountant to handle it. This is no longer a clan, this is a company. "

"There is a wonderful phenomenon that applies to most intelligent creatures, that is, the more we have, the softer we become and the more afraid we are of losing."

"If you want to stop a company from doing something, all you need to do is make it suffer more losses than profits from the project. There is no need for a battle of wills."

Clayton marveled at this approach, which he could not have thought of independently.

When they crossed the topic of the Conglione family, they began to really talk about their experiences over the years, but they never talked about actual things. The more practical things were, the less they were included in the conversation. They only talked about their feelings over the years. , some of the most painful and dirty feelings.

Norris has mixed emotions about everything he has experienced over the years.

"I live as someone else, and no one remembers the real me. I am often the center of the party, but I must always listen to people praising another person's name."

"I cursed the owner of this face, even if he was my brother, but when I faced the mirror, I found that even I had forgotten what I looked like in the past. I have a complete desire to possess everything in front of me, even this Even if I am resurrected, I will never give up everything I have now.”

"I sometimes want to let go of my pride and build friendships with strangers as my own identity, but I always end up failing because I can't tell who I am."

Compared to Norris, Clayton is aimless and silent in nothingness.

"Although being a businessman makes more money, it is boring. I often think that I should do something else, but I have lost the ability to create beauty. It is impossible to realize my dream of being a sculptor. What else can I do? Apart from fighting I only know how to farm and take care of livestock, but you want me to go back to farming? I can’t do this anymore.”

"The curse of the werewolf makes my blood boil. It makes me bellicose and irritable. I simply can't resist the changes it has made in me. Sometimes I also think that maybe it doesn't change me, it just makes me deepest, Unspeakable desires emerge."

"I've been encountering troubles that require blood, but I'm resisting and at the same time looking forward to it."

“As a human being, those moments when bullets and sharp weapons slit the side of my face and made my heart beat faster have left their mark on my soul. The thrill of being close to death but still surviving is more addictive than anything. I know I shouldn’t go back to that life, but I can’t help but remember and savor those moments. It’s no exaggeration to say that I miss this feeling more than I miss my lover.”

Neither old friend's pain agrees, and the more they discuss their feelings, the more inevitably the conversation leads in another direction.

God, or fate, destiny.

Is there something illusory and imperceptible in this world that gives them a nature that does not match life?

And can nature also be determined to be a real thing? If it existed, was what they experienced a trial from God, or was it simply an unconscious movement of nature?

This is a very difficult topic. After experiencing Chud Osmar's calculations, Clayton felt a little uncomfortable talking about fate now, so he offered to go to a cafe to talk about this topic - On the one hand, he is more interested in talking in public. On the other hand, when people are eating and drinking, they will not think about lofty things. At this time, forcing themselves to think is more rational.

Clayton made a suggestion, but Norris didn't refuse, and he happened to have a cafe in his name, which is why they appeared here together.

Albert did Clayton a small favor so he could stay and give his opinion, while the other officer was politely asked out.

Until he sat next to the two men and listened to their topics and the vague background of their conversation, with keywords replaced by more euphemistic words, Albert still had a feeling of unreality. He especially glanced at Clayton Bello several times, unable to stop the doubts in his heart.

He remembered that the businessman from out of town claimed that he had been robbed the day before yesterday, but when they met again today, he actually had more and more things on him.

"That gun" he wanted to say about returning the gun, but Clayton interrupted him lightly: "Don't mention it, let it go where it goes, let's talk about fate now."

Albert took a deep breath: "Okay, but before discussing this topic, I still have a question."

"Please speak up," Norris said encouragingly.

"I want to know what your family thinks of your troubles." Albert asked solemnly: "This issue arises because you can't find a solution to your spiritual problems. I mean, usually, when I'm in trouble I always consider my family’s opinions first, even if they can’t answer, just talking to them makes me feel better. I wonder if you feel this way?”

His words were so accurate that Clayton couldn't help but lick his lips, while Norris's pupils were a little deviated.

"You all have families, right?" Albert asked uncertainly.

"Well, two women," Clayton said, his voice turning from vague to clear: "I'm not saying that women are not smart enough. As long as they receive education, anyone can become smart, but they can't help in this matter. What does it mean to me? My brother’s widow is a loyal Christian, and her faith prevents her from thinking about these issues.”

"And her daughter, my niece, is a strange little guy." He paused and described the girl: "She is actually a bit like me, very adventurous. We are like two gamblers, If you can't live without the casino, but you still want to persuade the other person not to gamble, it will definitely be fruitless. "

After he finished speaking, Norris spoke with no trace of sadness or joy: "It was my family that pushed me to this point. Now let's get back to the topic."

Albert took a moment to consider it while holding his coffee cup. Since there was no other audience here, he freely asked them about their impressions of religion.

"Let me state my own situation first. I believe in the existence of Heavenly Father, and I believe that He only appears during my lifetime and after my death, so I usually don't think about what to say when I meet with Him."

"I believe there is a creator god, but I don't think he's doing anything," Creighton said. "As for the Bai Jiao, I think they are just a special group of wizards."

Albert couldn't understand what he meant.

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Clayton rubbed his fingers: "It is miracles, spiritual practice, and spiritual light."

In fact, the Baijiao has never concealed these things from ordinary people. It can even be said that it is working hard to publicize them and must let them see these things. Just because of the lack of talent and inspiration, ordinary people have to be fully prepared and use meditation and aromatherapy to amplify their spiritual senses to barely be able to sense their existence.

Albert had never experienced these things, and he was at a loss.

On the plate in front of Norris is a sandwich with thick beef and two smoked sausages, which are still intact: "I don't know, but I believe that gods and fate are real things."

"Then maybe you'll be willing to do more good deeds in exchange for rewards after you die." Clayton's sandwiches kept disappearing.

"I tried, but it hurt people anyway, so I believe some things can't be changed."

"Perhaps you could tell me more about this."

"I can only say that even the most noble person in a million will look sad when encountering such a dilemma, not knowing what is right, and people like me will be even more at a loss."

Clayton had finished the fight, and he cleaned his throat with coffee: "Don't do this, Norris, your mouth is not for rent, don't be stingy with your words,"

Norris's expression became more lively: "Shit! Clayton, do you have to listen to my sadness?"

"If it's relevant to our current topic, then I have to listen."

The black-haired tycoon sighed: "Okay, let me give you a simple example now. Suppose you see two people who are about to die of thirst in the desert, and the water you carry with you is only enough to save one of them. One, then what will you choose?”

"The one I know." Clayton answered without hesitation. "If I don't know them, then I will give them the level and let them hold on for a while. Maybe if they walk a little further, they can see another person carrying water."

Albert is more cautious: "I think I will look at their lives and choose to let better people survive."

"What about you? How do you choose?" Clayton asked the questioner.

"It seems that we all have different ideas." Norris sighed this time with more emotions: "I only know that they are equally pitiful and their survival needs are equally urgent, but what I can do is very limited."

"From your perspective, it's a choice of who you let live, but to me, it's a choice of who you let die."

"And no matter whether I make a choice or not, at least one person will die. If I turn a blind eye, they will all die. I didn't do anything, and it was natural to kill them. So, when this kind of thing happens repeatedly in front of me, as a person Humble individuals cannot affect the overall situation. I can only watch them pass away. Naturally, my mind will become numb and I will firmly believe in the existence of some things that you may not believe. "

"You put yourself too high." Clayton said, and he absolutely disagreed with this view: "We are not saviors, and it is not our obligation to save others."

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Norris nodded: "Yes, so I have figured it out now. Even if I am not in this position, someone else will occupy this position, and then the same thing will happen. Continue to choose, or ignore it. Biology governs this position. What's it called? I remember it had a special name."

"Ecological niche," Clayton answered.

"Yes, in this case, I should learn to ignore it, obey this may be nature or fate, and enjoy my limited life."