Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 423 Missing Heart
Norris and Clayton looked at each other across the dining table, and soon Norris gave his answer.

"I will go, my friend, if you insist."

Hearing him say this, Clayton smiled happily, raised his hand to push the corpse aside, grabbed the bottle on the table and filled Norris's glass first, then raised the bottle and made a toast to him.

"That's great. I don't know what I would do if you refused. Come, have a drink to celebrate our everlasting friendship."

Norris sat heavily on the chair, holding the cup somewhat weakly in his palm.

"Clayton."

"What?" Clayton asked in confusion.

"Fuck you!"

Norris cursed with clear and emotional voice, but Clayton didn't care. He laughed and leaned forward, forcing his old friend to clink glasses with him. He watched the other person put his lips on the glass before he tilted his neck back and emptied the bottle.

When they made their attitude clear, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Maybe the atmosphere would be better if we didn't think about the body on the table.

“By the way, what are you going to do now? His people may cause trouble for you, or you can blame this on the assassins, the ones who assassinated you yesterday?” After drinking, Clayton suddenly asked Norris.

The wrinkles on Norris's face, whose age was hard to tell, twitched.

"Clayton, I hope you will consider your friend's future before you take action next time."

"I didn't think about it then, but I am thinking about it now. Doesn't this make up for my rudeness?"

"Hmph - well, after all, I am also at fault in this matter. I will take care of Mr. Cuomo's aftermath."

Norris rang the bell to call his most loyal servants and asked them to inform Mr. Cuomo's entourage who were still waiting to go to the reception room to rest. Then he leaned back in his chair tiredly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"You don't need my help?" Clayton asked kindly.

"I don't think you can help." Norris closed his eyes, his eyeballs moving quickly under his eyelids, and opened them again after a while: "Tell me about what you have experienced. Didn't you say that what we did here almost killed you? Now it has also destroyed my plan. I must hear the details."

Of course, Clayton would not refuse this reason. He spent half an hour telling Norris about the crises he had experienced last year, including the stories of the Holy Grail Society, the Doomsday Seekers, and Wonderland.

It lacks a lot of detail, but it’s enough to illustrate the danger he encountered.

Norris listened with his eyes closed; if he had not opened them at the end, Clayton would have thought he had fallen asleep.

"It's really like a dream." This is how he commented on everything Clayton went through, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Now you should understand why I am so annoyed, right?"

"Ah."

Clayton was surprised by his calmness: "You don't look very surprised."

"Do you know the difference between a member of an ancient society and a rogue?"

Norris extended his index finger and tapped his black temples: "It's experience. The society I belong to has been passed down for thousands of years. Even in the most severe times, we still preserved a large number of precious files recording the history of the real world. The knowledge recorded in them allows us, the descendants, to predict periodic changes in advance."

"The crisis you are facing is not uncommon. Even without us, you will be targeted by the Holy Grail Society and the Doomsday Seekers, just sooner or later. Because these influences come from the Dark Moon, the whole world is affected in the same way, and it is normal for many people to think of the same way to use this influence."

"I think you're shirking your responsibility," Clayton said sincerely.

Norris shook his head helplessly: "I can tell you now what will happen to this country next. If they don't happen this year, you can think of me as a person who has fallen into delirium and is full of lies."

Clayton didn't believe it, so he asked him to speak freely.

"First, the Queen will issue a series of new policies to cooperate more closely with the White Church. The Church will start to invest in various things as if it has no shortage of money, especially schools. As the number of Dark Elves grows, more and more people will discover your existence. They will contact newspapers and spontaneously publicize your existence for fame and money. Then hostile incidents will occur. If the real Dark Elves are not found, then their fear and hatred of monsters will be transferred to the disabled, deformed people and foreigners."

"In the days that followed, our society became more harsh and conservative, but the crime rate continued to rise. Because of the existence of humanoid monsters, people gradually lost trust in each other. Heresy trials were held in various places, and the Pope's orders could not stop the lynching of these local churches. People began to sing praises of the previous era, criticized the current indifference and fanaticism, and longed to return to a happy society."

"But those with extraordinary powers are happy to see this chaos happen, and they will even fuel it in the hope that this situation will continue so that they can profit from it."

Norris' voice was calm and firm, as if he had seen this scene countless times.

In the future when conflicts intensify, associations and numerous religions will be the source of chaos. Even if extraordinary people only account for a very small part of the population, the "miracles" they demonstrate are enough to inspire many ordinary people to fight for them.

Crowds are always blind, and sometimes you don’t even need to show extraordinary power in front of them; you can manipulate them with public opinion alone.

Norris would not be surprised if in a world where supernatural powers did not exist, people still believed in miracles and supernatural existence, and killed each other and risked their lives for it.

"Does this have anything to do with your plan to revive the old nobility?" Clayton asked.

"Of course it is related. Let me give you a simple example - if you were the mayor, would you be willing to die to protect the city?" Clayton shook his head.

As a mayor, if he encounters a problem that cannot be solved, the worst that can happen is that he resigns and lets someone more capable take over. Why would he make a fuss to the point where lives would be endangered?

Norris was not surprised by his reaction. "What if you were the lord here? This city is your ancestral heritage and home. It cannot be sold, and you can only exchange it for another piece of land with the same problem. You know that in the future, your descendants will multiply here and sing the glorious deeds of your ancestor. Will you fight to the death for these?"

Clayton hesitated.

"You see, that's how it is." Norris spread his hands. "People are most courageous when they defend their property. The citizen class prospered during the Age of Exploration because of this. It cannot be said that the same spirit does not exist among the nobles."

"That doesn't make sense." Clayton just shook his head. "When there is danger, the lords will indeed step forward, but usually they themselves are the danger."

"So you believe in the police? But are our law enforcers capable of handling these conflicts? As for the guards," Norris sneered, "I think you've seen that money alone can't make them loyal to their duties. Land is the reins that control heroes."

He believed this so much that his anger at Clayton came and went as quickly as it had come.

Whether he stays or leaves, the flame ignited by the Sacred Heart Fraternity in Weauddy will continue to burn.

Clayton shook his head sharply.

"Every tyrant has never thought that he is harming the country. If these lords do whatever they want, it will be worse than the current situation where we let it go."

"Mr. Cuomo's choice of words was inappropriate. My intention was not to return to such a primitive era, but to imitate the system of Towton."

After Norris said this, Clayton didn't know how to proceed. He didn't understand the system of Towton.

Seeing that he was silent, Norris asked another question: “If you were not affected by our actions, would you still try to stop me after knowing these things today?”

Clayton reacted and licked his lips: "I don't know."

"why?"

"Because I am not a person who hates evil. When I see evil things that have nothing to do with me, I will turn a blind eye most of the time. But at the same time, I have a peculiar emotional phenomenon. Maybe this is really a quirk - when I see people close to me do things that make me unhappy, I will be more angry than seeing strangers do the same thing."

Norris nodded slightly to show that he understood.

"Okay, let's end this topic. I'll leave." He stood up with his hands on his knees, and his spirit was completely relaxed: "Clayton, I'm glad you are willing to talk to me about this topic instead of hitting me with a stick and dragging me away to live in retirement."

Clayton shrugged off the compliment.

"If you had given up on keeping it a secret from me earlier, we would have finished talking about this the day before yesterday."

"Maybe." Norris put on gloves, then pulled out his pocket watch to check the time: "Someone will deal with Mr. Cuomo's body, I have to go first. When the tailor makes your clothes, they will give them to you, and then you should leave. I really want to give you a ride, but considering that I have my own troubles, it's better for us to go our separate ways to avoid what happened yesterday."

"How can I contact you then?" Clayton asked.

"You'd better send the letter here," said Norris. "Other than this, everything I said before still stands. I sincerely hope that we can be more harmonious when we meet next time."

He walked to the door of the dining room, and the servant who had brought Clayton to the house came to him and put his coat on him. Clayton stared at his back and tossed the empty bottle in his hand up and down.

Norris straightened his appearance and turned around again.

"Clayton."

"Ok?"

"The Darkspawn awakened by the Dark Moon are more powerful than those born from natural intercourse, but they are also more susceptible to the curse. Be careful of them, and be careful to control yourself."

"of course."

Norris nodded and turned to go out.

Clayton watched him leave. Suddenly, he was the only one left in the huge restaurant. He didn't know the other people in the house.

He put the bottle to his lips, but then remembered that he had already drunk all the wine, so he put the bottle down, let his hands hang down in boredom, leaned back in the chair, and looked up at the ceiling.

The emptiness in my heart is fully revealed in the silence.

After talking with Norris, Clayton was actually not very happy, and he had been like this since he forced Norris to express his position.

Although he was angry at first, unlike yesterday, the passion quickly cooled.

He seemed to be missing something, making him feel that he was not standing firmly on the ground when he spoke, so that whether he agreed or disagreed with Norris's statement, his mood was as empty as a castle in the air, and he just relied on instinct to say something that Clayton would have said in the past.

But what is missing in his heart?
He pondered.

It's over, I can't make up for it. I'm not in the right state recently, I'll make up for it in the form of chapters and words later