Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 422: The Shedding Person (Part )

Norris's decision was originally a good thing, but Mr. Cuomo became hesitant at this time. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but quickly closed it, thinking about something with suspicion.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity has brought together many renowned experts in the occult in order to find new business opportunities and to continue to expand the size and scope of the Fraternity.
The members of the Friendship Society are not stupid. During the infighting among the Guards, the corpses with strange deaths had long made them realize that it was impossible for them to completely control the extraordinary people. Therefore, they had to introduce more professional extraordinary people to form a strict system to strengthen their control over these mercenaries, just like the emerging contemporary alchemy schools created chemical systems to regulate and explain classical alchemy.

The meeting currently underway at the city hall building is to discuss the details of this matter.

But he always felt that things would not go smoothly.

“Should we send away some of the meeting participants first? I think some of them will never be able to cooperate with us from the beginning. If we let them stay and the situation becomes chaotic, unexpected troubles may arise.” Mr. Cuomo expressed his thoughts.

Norris stared at him strangely: "Why do you think so? I suggest you don't do anything unnecessary. Any one of them may become our future ally. Abrupt actions may easily offend them."

"Mr. Argonne, this is not redundant. An accident occurred in a nearby cafe yesterday evening." Mr. Cuomo said solemnly, "Many people witnessed a huge black monster killing people on the street. When the guards arrived, it had disappeared. My butler told me that the tragic state of the corpse is definitely not something an ordinary person can do. If this is not Conrionet's masterpiece, then some people created an illusion and hid themselves in the illusion to kill people."

Norris said nothing.

Mr. Cuomo continued: "What really saddens me is that the security guards near the cafe did not choose to fight it after contact, but actively avoided it. If the security guards in other places are actually as cowardly as they are, then the East District may not be as safe as we think. It would be great if you can convince your friends to strengthen security in the East District."

Norris leaned his body slightly, with his elbows on the table and his chin supported by his right hand, as if he was thinking about this matter seriously.

"Let the police come and try." He said, "After all, they are the government's armed forces, so they should do something."

"police?"

Mr. Cuomo's face was full of doubt. He did not believe that those men in black wide-brimmed hats walking around with wooden sticks could accomplish anything. Although most of them were veterans, few of them had ever fought in a war. They might be useful against homeless people, thieves and unlicensed prostitutes on the streets, but could they be used against bandits, wizards and barbarians with all kinds of mysterious methods?
"I was going to bring it up after my vacation, but since you're here, I'll just say it straight out - give them more guns and breastplates, and raise their salary levels. I'm sure their enthusiasm will exceed your imagination."

"Fortunately, as you said, maybe by doing this, we can handle it ourselves." Mr. Cuomo agreed to the funding and sighed, "If everything goes well, we will soon no longer have to talk about the law with those union thugs. The riots in the East District day after day are really annoying."

Then they talked about drama, furniture, and marriage. The sensitive topic of work seemed to end unconsciously, and the atmosphere of the conversation became relaxed and normal. Norris found an opportunity to grab the rope bell next to him and rang it to summon the servants to clear the table.

In this fireplace-heated restaurant, thinly dressed waiters took turns to take away empty plates and leftovers.

Next was the servants' meal time, and according to the rules, the remaining fine food belonged to the servants.

After the servants left, Mr. Cuomo rested for a while with his eyes squinting. He stroked the short beard on his chin with his palm and suddenly spoke again: "Mr. Argon, sometimes I really envy people like you. People like you are knowledgeable and do not pursue pleasure. They are born to do great things, just like my cousins."

He looked at Norris with a wry smile: “Please don’t be offended, I told you these things because I felt a sense of closeness from you.”

"I'm honored, but I still have to say you think too highly of me, Mr. Cuomo."

Mr. Cuomo grabbed the bottle on the table and filled it for himself. He drank a third of it with a sigh and played with the glass. “I asked the prophetess Abigail to tell fortunes for me last fall. She said that sooner or later I would become someone people admire, but I know my level. Unless I am blessed by God, it is impossible for me to achieve great achievements. That’s why I started to pay so much attention to the family business. In addition to local business, I read six newspapers from different cities every day, looking for opportunities everywhere, and the current situation is really the best opportunity I can find.”

"You shouldn't have told me so much."

"I know our families will become competitors in the end, but that's a matter between Turo, Jeremy and Figo. It has nothing to do with us. Besides, our two families are related by marriage. As long as we don't let Figo Hutton succeed, the result will be favorable to us." Mr. Cuomo's eyes were shining with ambition. "Besides, if this is successful, we can go to other cities to replicate the experience here. The world is so vast, why should we squeeze into the same puddle like stranded fish to compete for water?"

Norris remained silent after hearing what Mr. Cuomo said.

This attitude was really unpredictable. Cuomo raised his glass and drank it all.

"You look tired, maybe I should go too, thank you for your hospitality." He stood up to leave.

"Mr. Cuomo."

But Norris called him again at this time.

"Before you leave, I actually have a question that needs your answer."

"Please say."

"It's not a big deal, but I'd still like to know how you knew I was living here. It's not a secret, but I haven't told anyone where I'm going during my vacation."

Mr. Cuomo looked at him in confusion. "A servant told me you lived here, and I rewarded him for it."

"Did he tell me how he knew this place?"

"No, maybe he worked for you before? Or maybe he knows the servants here? The lower class also has their own clubs."

This answer may have satisfied Norris, and he did not ask any more questions. Mr. Cuomo left his seat and prepared to go to the hallway to get his coat and hat and go out to meet his servants and bodyguards, but a tall figure stopped him at the door of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I'm also somewhat interested in the topic you just talked about, such as the things you are planning to gain benefits from. Can you tell me about it?"

Clayton's hand rested on the doorframe, like an iron bolt.

Mr. Cuomo looked at him in surprise and anger: "Mr. Bello, you eavesdropped on our conversation? This is so rude!"

Clayton lowered his head and looked at the golden-haired head that was a circle smaller than his own. "Really? But being rude has its place. What you did has affected my life. I have to figure out the whole story - what are you planning to do?"

Mr. Cuomo looked back at Norris, who stood up from his seat and looked at Clayton helplessly.

"We agreed not to talk about this." Clayton Bello snorted coldly, and his body stuck in the doorway further forced Cuomo to retreat: "Really? But I remember it was not Mr. Argon who forbade me to talk about this. Secondly, I was communicating with Mr. Cuomo, not asking you."

Norris sighed: “You are making trouble.”

"Just last year, I almost died three times because of the shit you guys did, and you actually said I was being unreasonable?!"

Norris's face changed and he remained silent.

Clayton barged into the restaurant roughly, hooked his right leg back without even looking, and closed the door. Cuomo was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed inside, staggering back to his previous position, looking more embarrassed than before.

"Someone has to explain to me what happened here. I don't want to get angry anymore." Clayton's eyes were red, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"You bastard, who do you think you are questioning?" Cuomo grabbed his hand that was locked on his left shoulder and tried to open it, but he couldn't.

The werewolf's fingers were tightening, and there was a sound of bone cracking under the flesh of his shoulder.

Cuomo opened his mouth to shout, but another hand grabbed his cheeks as fast as lightning and pulled them out of joint, so that the sound was muffled in his throat before it could even be heard.

A series of actions finally made him realize that his opponent was no ordinary person, and then Clayton restored his jaw so that he could answer his own questions.

"What exactly is the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart going to do?"

“It’s confidential.”

Before Cuomo could finish his words, he was slapped hard in the face, almost knocking him over on the table. Even after he stood up again, he was still dizzy.

"It better not be secret now," Clayton said grimly, grabbing Cuomo by the neck and pinning him to the table.

"Mr. Argonne"

Cuomo struggled to roll his eyes and look at Norris.

Norris sighed: “Let him go, you can ask me.”

He had relented, but Clayton was unaccommodating: "No, I promised you not to ask you. And I'm worried you'll talk me into it."

The werewolf looked down at his captive: "Okay, Mr. Cuomo, now it's your turn to answer this question for me. What exactly is your purpose?"

Cuomo's face flushed under the pressure of his palm and he stammered.

"We need to revive the old aristocratic system, which will be helpful in dealing with the next crisis. There is also a title of a great noble, but this requires... cough cough actually controlling a city to attract the Queen's attention. cough cough cough."

He used his hands to pry apart the werewolf's hands that were pressing on his neck, trying to give himself more space to breathe.

"Then why did you attack Sasha City?" Clayton asked.

"We need allies, ahem. We have chosen the Druids, but the Elders' Council of Sasha City is their enemy. This is our sincerity..." Cuomo coughed and was unable to finish his words, but after hearing this, there was no need to explain what happened next.

Clayton stared into his eyes, but only saw a face trying hard to survive, so he turned to ask Norris for his opinion: "Friend, is this what you want too?"

Norris stood behind the dining table and looked at the struggling Cuomo with a look of pity on his face.

"Clayton, this is the problem I mentioned before - sometimes even if you make the right choice, you will inevitably hurt some people."

"Do you mean that it is right to hurt others for the sake of a noble title - which may not even be yours? Or is it right to return the power of autonomy to the nobles? The War of Kings split the Age of Exploration in two, and the changes made as a result are now going to be changed back?" Clayton looked at Norris with a sneer.

The lieutenant now has absolute control over the overall situation, but he does not feel happy at all. If possible, he really wishes he had never come to Weiodi.

Once again, he disturbed the happy atmosphere and intended to hurt his friends who had helped him. Even he himself felt that he was moody and ungrateful.

Facing his question, Norris shook his head: "Dark Moon has disappeared for many years, and now it is coming back. I don't intend to seek any personal gain in this matter."

Clayton didn't believe this explanation. He looked at him disappointedly. "You said before that you had turned bad. I thought you were just like me at most. Now it seems that it's really too much! You have been in contact with these questionable people for a long time, and you have also been infected with their bad habits. If you leave Wei Aodi now and get out of this matter, I can still pretend that nothing happened."

Norris sighed: "Clayton, even if you drive me away, what's happening here will continue. If it doesn't happen here, it will happen somewhere else, because the influence of Dark Moon on this world is beyond your imagination, and you can't always see the overall situation clearly."

“Norris!”

Clayton interrupted.

"I know you won't give up your career easily, and I don't have the eloquence to convince you, so let's do something simple."

The werewolf clenched his palm, and with his neck broken, Kumo Basby fell on the dining table and never moved again.

Norris watched the corpse incontinence on the dining table, emitting a foul smell. Cuomo Basbe died in his house, and the deceased's entourage was still waiting outside the door. Some people even knew who the deceased was going out to see this time.

Clayton gave him a question.

"People have two legs, but they can only walk on one side. Norris, please make your choice now."