Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 414: The Stairs That Cannot Be Climbed
West District, Yuni Avenue.

Instead of using the cross-dressing techniques taught by the Kingdom’s Intelligence Department, Mhlanga walked the streets in his true identity.

Street lamps were lit one by one, and the muddy road surface reflected light under the street lamps. Occasionally, a few horse-drawn carriages passed by, easily leaving deep ruts on the ground. When the workers and employees walking home from get off work saw such an ascetic monk, most of them pretended not to see him. Only a few people nodded and greeted him.

Mhlanga also returned the greetings, but was not in a good mood.

He doesn't like winter.

Even though his skin could withstand small-caliber bullets, the bleakness of winter still made him feel uncomfortable. In this season when the trees were bare, the earth and the sky became hard and ruthless, and the beggars and unlicensed prostitutes on the street gathered around iron barrels burning garbage to keep warm, with extremely desolate and desperate feelings lingering on their bodies. Sometimes, several bodies that died of starvation and freezing could be seen on the streets, and the corpse collectors hired by the government were busy on the streets.

In Weiaodi, such uncomfortable scenes can be seen at any time.

It's better than Yaxin, he thought thankfully.

Although the religious sect he converted to, the Brotherhood of the Sincere, is known as the representative of ascetics, Mhlanga and his fellow believers do not actually like suffering that much, and the sight of suffering does not make him feel nostalgic.

Because in this world, ninety-nine percent of the sufferings have no positive meaning. They knock people down before they can teach them lessons.

As the ascetic walked along, there was only one special figure that never left his sight.

He was following Alexander Eleven.

According to what Julius, the son of Grogne, said, he called the police in the West District as a member of the Conleone family. Because of Alexander Eleven's status and position, the police in the West District were very diligent and quickly found Alexander to verify the situation. However, Alexander flatly denied that he had lost anything that he had entrusted to the Conleone family and sent the police back.

The matter seemed to be over, but Mhlanga discovered that there was a sequel.

Alexander stayed in his room for a while, and then the engineer went out alone and headed north without any entourage.

Alexander's current route passed through the West Side, which was certainly much better than the North Side, but crime was not completely eradicated, and a gentleman of status like him would not usually pass through here alone at night.

However, his reaction confirmed to Mhlanga that what Julius said was true.

There was only one reason why Alexander insisted on going out alone even when he had to take risks - he didn't want others to know what he was doing.

Whatever interests the Basbes must have some unique value.

It's not without reason that the Kingdom Intelligence Department targeted Weiodi. It was Jeremy Busby's railway company that provided train services to the residents of Weiodi. It took this man less than fifteen years from buying his first business to becoming a railway tycoon. He acquired many of his peers along the way and defeated them one by one. During this period, everything went so smoothly that people suspected that magic was involved.

But that was already in the past. When the Kingdom's Intelligence Department formally launched an investigation into him, those details were no longer traceable.

Jeremy Busby is a devout believer, at least on the surface. He has paid a large amount of donations to the church, so he has naturally become the focus of the church's protection. He also has connections in the House of Lords (the House of Lords in Dorne is composed of nobles and clergy). An open investigation of him would cause a scandal, so the Kingdom Intelligence Department could only send Nightingale to carry out this mission.

What attracted Jeremy's attention was his career development.

Although he is known as the Railway King, his railway company is not the most outstanding among his peers in the Kingdom of Dorne. It only has a greater influence in the central and southern parts. There are at least thirteen people of the same status as him. It is only because he is younger than other giants of the same status that many people think he has a bright future.

A year ago, the Bassbee Railway Company stopped its expansion. Some people said that this was because corruption within the company began to affect their business; others said that this was because the company accidentally lost a batch of important documents and account books, causing internal communication to become chaotic and slow; others believed that the Bassbee Railway Company was secretly formulating a new cooperation or competition plan, which might guide the future development of railways in the country.

However, the real reason has nothing to do with these.

Jeremy Busby has hit a wall.

The world in which ordinary people live is contained in the "real world". No matter how many times they miss each other, there will always be a day when they meet again.

The government does not allow a single company to dominate the railway sector. People in relevant departments call it anti-monopoly, which has a positive effect on promoting the economy. However, even if they do not fight against monopoly, the expansion of railway business is also restricted by the extraordinary field.

In the south of Dorne, there are large tracts of woodland, hills and swamps. Many darkspawn and other non-human creatures regard these lands as their base camps, prohibiting railway companies from incorporating these territories into track planning and using steam engines to disrupt their peace. Among them, there are five largest gathering places, including Godolin, Erheit, and Phileukin, which are still worshipped by humans. In addition to being the homes of non-human creatures, they are also regarded as holy places for druids and are guarded day and night by these powerful creatures and believers.

Unlike unarmed civilians, when conflicts arose between them and the railway company, they were absolutely determined to fight to the end.

If the railway company wants to build railways in the south, it must first negotiate with the secular representatives of these forces. The disadvantages are obvious - the route planning of the railway requires frequent detours, which greatly increases the cost of construction, but the advantages cannot be ignored - these forces do not like frequent changes. Once a partner is selected, they will not take the initiative to make changes. Trading with them is very stable, and there is no need to worry about betrayal.

The railway industry had been under construction for more than a hundred years, and the southern railway business had become a foregone conclusion, with no new positions left for newcomers. It was reasonable for Jeremy Busby's company to stop expanding.

But strangely, in recent months, the Basbe Railway Company has started to make a lot of preparations for the construction of railways. In addition to a large number of lumberjacks, they have also hired some South Brigga scholars who understand geology as guides. However, the Kingdom Intelligence Department did not get any news about the lack of railway network in the south, nor did they find out which company wanted to cooperate with them, so this unusual movement was recorded immediately and someone was responsible for the investigation.

Mlanga's companions were recently tasked with investigating a high priest of the Druids named Gregory, who was charged with more than 27 murders, and there were even witnesses who saw him burning people alive in the street. The local court had ignored his several requests to appear in court, and he had also resisted arrest by force many times. He was a very troublesome character, but now he came to Weiodi at the request of Jeremy Basby.

If Jeremy Busby wanted to start construction in the South, Druidism was the wall he could not get around. Perhaps he reached a cooperation with the traditional faction of Druidism, but how he achieved this was really puzzling.

The current queen's father, the fair king Deit II, once tried to support the urban integration faction of Druidism to deal with these fundamentalists, but with little success.

That task was now to be accomplished by Jeremy Busby.

Although the Nightingales who investigated Gregory died at the hands of the guards, the marks they left behind passed some information to Mhlanga.

The Fraternity of the Sacred Heart in Viodi is secretly planning an attack.

They want to attack the city of Sasha and seize this important territory of the fusion faction of Druidism. The traditional faction of Druidism is their ally. As long as this matter is allowed to continue, the situation that Deit II expects will naturally form.

But the Kingdom's Intelligence Department must seize the initiative. They not only need to know what will happen in the future, but also why these things happen.

That's why Mhlanga is still here investigating Alexander.

Mhlanga believed that Alexander Ilevan did not know these things. These scholars might not possess extraordinary powers, but because there were many wizards in the academic world, they would have some understanding of the field of magic, but they could not be said to be proficient in the ways of dealing with the real world.

Perhaps the secret that Alexander kept was related to the wizards involved in the actions of the Sacred Heart Fraternity. They were targeted by the Basby family because they discussed some information that was not suitable to be shared due to academic exchanges.

Mhlanga speculated, following Alexander's pace which gradually slowed down in line with his goal.

When Alexander stopped, they were at a dock in the west district, where several boats of different shapes were docked. He looked around and finally walked to the side of the wooden plank road.

Mhlanga circled far away and observed the place from another angle. It turned out that there was a speedboat towed to the sloping shore below the wooden boardwalk. The wooden supports blocked it well, but the light source above exposed its existence.

Someone was working on the side of the boat, lighting a lamp.

To be precise, it means using sandpaper to remove the old paint on the hull.

The emblem of the Conrione family is in tatters.

This is obviously a gang that does "recycling" work. The previous person who drove the boat did not lock it, so it fell into the hands of these people. Even its real owners, the werewolves of the Conleone family, cannot find it.

So how did Alexander find it?

Divination? Or does he have a special intelligence channel?

Mhlanga didn't think that Alexander had staged the theft himself, otherwise there would be no need for him to come here in person.

"There's my stuff in that boat, give it to me." The engineer pointed to the boat.

The man who was painting the boat looked up at him and said, "You got the wrong boat."

"Since I can come to your door, it means I am not wrong. I don't want the boat, but you have to return the thing to its owner, otherwise someone will come to you again in the future." Although he had a lame leg and was not strong enough, Alexander's gloominess and confidence made up for his deterrent power.

The gang member looked around uneasily and finally allowed Alexander to get on board.

After a while, the engineer left the ship carrying the machine.