Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 410: Each Has Their Own Troubles
To explain why Clayton and Norris were in this cheap coffee shop, we have to talk about what happened in Norris's mansion two hours ago.

After relearning the curse words, part of Norris became the person Clayton once knew.

He asked Clayton about the recent troubles he had encountered in Weiodi, and said that he would help his old friend solve the problem no matter what. Clayton told him 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 Wei'aodi. 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 mention any small gifts, but Clayton believed that since Norris said so, he had the ability to make those fellow tribesmen uncomfortable.

"You're not afraid of werewolves," Clayton said with a grin. "You're rich now, and maybe we're just nobody in your eyes."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "Old friend, if it was a werewolf like you, I would be afraid, but Kong Lione?" He looked very disdainful. Although he had learned the ability to swear again, he was not so used to it, so he didn't say it at the moment, otherwise he should add a sentence here.

This conclusion surprised Clayton a little.

"I was seriously injured by them, and you look down on them?"

Norris stood with his back to the window and spread out his hands. He was only of medium build, but when he spread out 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 clear goals. Money is a pure tool for you. You enjoy money and power without becoming dependent on them. If necessary, you will abandon everything and do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. But the werewolves of the Conlionet family are different."

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

"The Conlionet family has about a hundred werewolves, but there are definitely more than three hundred humans working for them. Their total number far exceeds the number of public positions in Berdalabik. The monthly capital turnover has become a top priority, and it is definitely not something that their leader can handle alone. It requires a dedicated accountant to handle it. This is no longer a clan, it's a company."

"There is a very strange phenomenon that applies to most intelligent creatures: the more we have, the more cowardly we become and the more afraid we are of losing."

"If you want to stop a company from doing something, you just need to make it lose more than it earns on the project. There is no need to fight over personal feelings."

Clayton was amazed at this approach, which he could not have thought of on his own.

When they moved beyond the topic of the Conriona family, they began to really talk about their experiences over the years, but they never talked about practical 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's been through over the years.

"I live as someone else, and no one remembers the real me. I am often the center of attention at a party, but I have to listen to people praising another person's name all the time."

"I curse the owner of this face, even if he is my brother. But when I look in the mirror, I find that even I have forgotten what I looked like in the past. I have a complete desire to possess everything in the present. Even if this identity is resurrected, I will never give up everything I have now."

“I sometimes want to put aside my pride and reestablish friendships with strangers as myself, but I always fail because I can’t tell who I am.”

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

"Being a businessman makes a lot of money, but it's boring. I often think I should do something else, but I have lost the ability to create beauty. My dream of becoming a sculptor is impossible to realize. What else can I do? Apart from fighting skills, I only know how to farm and take care of livestock. But I have to go back to farming? I can't do this anymore."

"The werewolf curse makes my blood boil, it makes me belligerent, it makes me irritable, I simply can't resist the changes it has made to me, sometimes I also think, maybe it doesn't change me, it just makes my deepest and most unspeakable desires surface."

"I've been in trouble lately that requires bloodshed, but I'm resisting it while also secretly looking forward to it."

"When I was a human, the moments when bullets and sharp weapons slashed my face and made my heart beat fast have left a mark on my soul. The pleasure of being close to death but still alive is more addictive than anything else. I know I shouldn't go back to that kind of life, but I can't help but recall and savor those moments. It's no exaggeration to say that I miss this feeling more than I miss my lover."

The two old friends' pain was not quite consistent, and the more they discussed their feelings, the more they inevitably led the topic in another direction.

God, or fate, destiny.

Is there something illusory and imperceptible in this world that gives them a nature that is incompatible with life?
And can nature be confirmed to be a real thing? If it exists, then is everything they are experiencing a test from God, or just an unconscious movement from nature?

This was a very awkward topic. Having experienced Chude Osmar's calculations, Clayton felt a little uncomfortable talking about fate again, so he took the initiative to suggest going to a cafe to discuss this topic - on the one hand, he was more interested in talking in public, on the other hand, when people were eating and drinking, they would not think about lofty things, and forcing themselves to think at this time would be more rational.

Clayton made the suggestion, and Norris did not refuse it. He also happened to own a cafe, which was why they appeared here together.

Albert had done Clayton a small favor, so he was allowed to stay and give his opinion, while the other officer was politely asked to leave.

Even after sitting next to the two of them and listening to their topic and the vague background of their conversation, which was replaced by more euphemistic words, Albert still had a sense of unreality. He especially looked at Clayton Belle several times, unable to stop the doubts in his heart.

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

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

Albert took a deep breath: “Okay, but before we discuss this topic, I still have a question.”

"Please speak freely." Norris encouraged. "I want to know how your family members view your distress." Albert asked solemnly: "This topic arises because you can't find a solution to your spiritual problems. I mean, usually, when I encounter troubles, I will consider the opinions of my family first. Even if they can't answer, just talking to them can make me feel better. I don't know if you feel the same way?"

His words hit the point exactly. Clayton couldn't help licking his lips, and Norris' pupils shifted a little.

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

"Ahem, two women," Clayton said, his voice becoming clearer. "I'm not saying that women aren't smart. As long as they receive education, anyone can become smart, but they can't help me with this. My brother's widow is a devout White Christian. Her faith keeps her from considering these issues."

"And her daughter, my niece, is a strange little thing." He paused and described the girl: "She is actually a bit like me, very adventurous. We are like two gamblers. If we can't leave the casino, but we still try to persuade the other not to gamble, it will definitely be fruitless."

After he finished speaking, Norris spoke without showing any sadness or joy: “It was my family who pushed me to this point. Now let’s get back to the topic.”

Albert took a moment to ponder while holding his coffee cup. Since there were no other listeners here, he felt free to ask them about their impressions of religion.

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

"I believe there is a creator god, but I don't think he has any say in matters," Clayton said. "As for the White Church, I think they are just a group of special wizards."

Albert, on the other hand, couldn't understand what he meant.

"wizard?"

Clayton rubbed his fingers together: "It's miracles, spiritual practice, and the light of the soul."

In fact, the White Church has never concealed these things from ordinary people. It can even be said that it has been working hard to promote them and make sure they can see these things. It is just that due to the lack of talent and inspiration, ordinary people have to make sufficient preparations and use meditation and aromatherapy to amplify their spiritual senses in order to barely sense their existence.

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

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

"Then maybe you'd be willing to do more good deeds so you can get some rewards after you die." Clayton's sandwiches kept disappearing.

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

"Perhaps you could elaborate on that."

"I can only say that even a noble person among thousands would look sad when faced with such a dilemma, not knowing what is right, and people like me would be even more at a loss."

Clayton had finished fighting, and he cleaned his throat with coffee: "Come on, Norris, your mouth is not rented, don't be stingy with your words,"

Norris’ expression became more lively: “Shit! Clayton, do you have to listen to my sad story?”

"If it has anything to do with what we're talking about, then I have to listen."

The black-haired tycoon sighed, "Okay, let me give you a simple example. If you see two people dying of thirst in the desert, and the water you carry is only enough to save one of them, what would you choose?"

"The one I know." Clayton answered without hesitation. "If I don't know any of them, then I will share my skills with them so that they can hold on for a while longer. Maybe if they walk a little further, they will see another person with water."

Albert was more cautious: "I think I will examine their lives and choose to let the better ones survive."

"What about you? What's your choice?" Clayton asked the questioner.

“It seems that we all have different ideas.” Norris’ sigh this time contained more emotions: “I only know that they are equally pitiful, their survival needs are equally urgent, and there is only so much I can do.”

"From your perspective, it's about choosing who lives, but for me, it's about choosing who dies."

"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, but nature killed them. Then, when this kind of thing happens repeatedly in front of me, and as a humble individual, it is difficult to influence the overall situation and I can only watch them die, my heart will naturally become numb, and I will firmly believe in the existence of things that you may not believe in."

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

If anyone is responsible for this society, it is only the guys who collect taxes.

Norris nodded: "Yes, so now I understand that even if I am not in this position, someone else will take this position, and then the same thing will happen, continue to choose, or ignore. What does biology call this position? I remember it has a special name."

“Ecological niche,” Clayton replied.

"Yes, if that's the case, I should learn to ignore it, obey this existence which may be natural, or may be fate, and enjoy my limited life."