Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 411 Thoughtful Thoughts

"But, old friend, your choice surprised me. When the two people who were short of water were strangers, you didn't seem to intend to solve the problem. Even in the most extreme and urgent situation, you didn't say, 'I have to make sure someone survives first.' This makes me a little confused." Norris was referring to Clayton's choice to divide the water equally.

"Since I don't know any of them, it's all about fairness," Clayton said seriously.

If he hadn't said the first half of the sentence, the effect might have been better, but he said it anyway, and the other two didn't find it strange.

Clayton's pronunciation was short, decisive, and without hesitation, proving that he was just that kind of person and did not intend to hide his personality that valued private affairs.

Norris pinched the end of the spoon to stir the coffee. The sugar he had just put in had sunk into the bottom of the dark liquid and disappeared. "But all the water is only enough for one person to drink. Dividing the resources equally may kill them all."

"That has nothing to do with me. I have shared my water with a stranger. Is that more shameful than standing by and watching? Since fate is going to decide life and death, why not let it test two people at the same time and let them gamble that they still have enough physical strength to find a new source of water."

"You don't seem to like the term fate?"

Clayton said frankly, "Yes, I usually don't discuss this with people. Because once we think about it, think about it, and try to control it, we have fallen into a trap."

"I don't have any taboos, but I hate to attribute things to fate. At the same time, I don't seek guidance from any prophetic predictions. If someone tells me that he has the ability to predict the future, even if this person really has such an ability and his divinations are always correct, I will only stay away from him. Because if the future is already defined, then nothing I do will help. And if the future can be changed, the method will inevitably require me to do things against my original ideas, which will also make me very unhappy."

"Besides, I think crying and laughing should happen at the right time. They should not be premeditated. Explaining the world with so-called destiny will destroy these sincere feelings and make everything seem hypocritical. In this case, I would rather suffer some pain and keep some surprises in life."

Norris picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, then looked at the only outsider.

"Mr. Albert, what do you think?"

"I think this is true. Our ideas are not necessarily wrong, but even if they are correct, they are different. It just depends on which side of 'correctness' we value more."

Albert's attitude can be described as ambiguous, but it's not his fault. This question deliberately puts people in a dilemma. Most people will not feel comfortable no matter how they answer it. If they insist that their own opinion is the most correct, it will inevitably become a criticism of other people's views.

Norris lowered his head and looked at the reflection in the cup. "At least we all use this question to clarify our own thoughts. The more choices people experience, the more they can understand their own nature through these results. Just like a sculptor painstakingly carves stones and removes the excess. He may hesitate when he chisels, but in the end he still presents the shape that best suits his heart and soul."

"Because nature cannot be changed, so too is destiny. It is born out of nature."

"Sir, you are too sentimental." Sheriff Albert said, he disagreed with this approach from the bottom of his heart: "Such a test is enough for a person to encounter two or three times in his life, and even if it happens more than that, it is not worth thinking about. I mean, since it cannot be changed, why think about it? There are many things that can be changed waiting for us to deal with."

"You are a pragmatist. A..." Norris paused: "policeman. Then you should know that our laws are constantly refined in countless dilemmas so as to be applicable to various situations in reality. If you don't think, there is no way to do such a thing."

Albert opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something.

Clayton reminded Norris in a low voice: "First, we have to let the police enforce the law. Their current salary is lower than when I was brushing horses in the army, and they don't have guns or armor."

No money and no honor, this is the current situation of the Royal Police.

Hearing his reminder, Norris showed an embarrassed look on his face for the first time.

"It seems we'd better be more practical." Clayton returned to his normal volume.

Norris quickly regained his composure.

"By this summer, the government will increase funding and every police officer will have a full set of equipment."

Albert's guess when chatting with his colleagues was confirmed, but he was not sure whether it was due to a word from him and the gentleman next to him, which made him feel complicated.

"You're paying for it yourself?" Clayton asked.

"It's the entire Fraternity of the Sacred Heart - you could say the people who pay the most taxes to the city. I'm a member of that, of course."

Clayton sighed, not for Norris.

"The leader of the three most prestigious families in Wei'aodi should be your leader, right?"

"No, every member of the Sacred Heart Fraternity is equal. Whenever there is an important event, we will decide by voting." Norris raised the cup to cover his face. With outsiders present, he spoke in a literary manner again: "But for such a small matter, just say it casually. It doesn't cost much." A sturdy and durable pistol costs about seven pounds, and armor is cheaper. The police only wear a breastplate at most. It will cost less than five thousand pounds to arm the police in the whole city. This is really nothing for a businessman of his level.

Albert remained silent. He felt as if he should criticize something, but he felt that now was not the right occasion.

"I think I know your identity." Clayton laughed.

Everyone knows that the relationship between businessmen is that the big fish eat the small fish, and there is no such thing as an equal relationship. Norris didn't need to tell lies, but he still subconsciously defended the relationship between the members of the organization.

Norris is clearly in the position of a predator, so that's why he needs to say this.

Blood Secret, Winged Serpent, Orlanst, these three words immediately combined in Clayton's mind.

"Big shot, you actually dare to go out with me without a bodyguard. Are you really not afraid that someone will assassinate you?"

Norris put down the cup and held his forehead: “Shit! I know you are still thinking about this problem. Don’t dwell on it, don’t mention it even if you guessed it. Don’t even say it! I finally got rid of my work, but I don’t want even my rest time to be occupied by this identity.”

He sighed helplessly: "Also, don't think of me as too weak. At least at this moment, you can't knock me down."

Clayton's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again.

The idea of ​​a competition just came to him, but the excessive curse caused by eating his own kind made him full of bloodthirsty desire. He was only temporarily calm because other emotions prevailed. If they were to compete now, he might not be able to stop.

Because of what they just talked about, Albert developed a new topic.

"Recently, there is a woman who claims to be a prophet and often roams around the East and South Districts with a group of armed men from other places. Her name is Abigail. Maybe you should pay attention to her. I'm worried that she may be related to the cult from Towton."

"Armed men from outside the area? Is that illegal?" Clayton asked Norris, pretending to be a law-abiding citizen of the kingdom.

There are two types of gun licenses. One is issued by the military and is valid throughout the country. Clayton himself is one of them. The other is only valid in the place where it is issued. If you want to go to other areas, you need to apply for it again. The prerequisite is that you need to have assets in the local area.

Norris nodded: "It's definitely illegal, but I know who this prophetess is, she won't cause any trouble."

"How do you know?" Albert's tone finally became tough.

"Some people were worried that the prophetess Abigail would reveal her secrets, so there were frequent attempts to assassinate her. Those armed men were actually sent by her new clients, who had made appointments for divinations but had not yet reached their turn. So they sent people to protect Abigail, lest she die before divinations were given to them. Because of their orders, those gunmen would not cause any extra trouble."

"But I heard that she also worked for the railway magnate Jeremy Busby, and then he became erratic and even turned down the candidacy for the House of Commons. Who knows what happened."

"Maybe it's his own fault," Norris said lightly.

"Do you know each other?" Clayton asked.

"Not too familiar."

"Hmph..." Clayton lit a cigarette, but just held it between his fingers without smoking. The other two stared at him.
"What's wrong? You look terribly worried," said Norris.

"Nothing, I just feel that it is the moment you said that requires deep thought."

"But we didn't say anything worth thinking about just now."

"It's Jeremy Busby." Clayton said frankly, "If a rich man doesn't want to live in peace and wants to go further, then he can only choose the two paths of power and real strength. He refused power, but participated in the useless thing of organizing the guards, and then withdrew from it. This is very strange."

"There's nothing to speculate about. The complexity of reality cannot be explained in a few words. Maybe there are other reasons why he chose to do this." Norris looked at him: "Just like someone who makes excuses to refuse an invitation from power, I really want to ask him what he thinks now. Fortunately, he is here."

"You" Clayton's eyes widened.

At this time, Albert also realized who the protagonist Norris was talking about, and turned to look at him in surprise.