Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 429: No Refuge
Sheriff Albert doesn't like children, especially smart children.

Like many people of the time, he viewed humans at this stage as some kind of livestock - children were not smart. If a child knew how to understand the situation, read other people's faces and guess their thoughts, and was smart beyond his age, then in his mind, he would not rise to become a qualified human being, but would turn into something like a fox or a raccoon, and there was a possibility that he was possessed by a demon.

Two thousand years ago, there was a legendary saint who made friends with foxes when he was a hermit. One day, he suddenly thought of sending a letter to an old friend who was practicing in a monastery far away, so he spent a long time writing a three-foot-long letter and entrusted it to a fox to deliver it. As a result, the fox ate the letter (the letter paper was made of sheepskin) after it walked out of his sight. This incident is well-known in the Kingdom of Dorne, because Albert also regarded children as something similar to foxes, and this story also deepened Albert's fear of children.

Joseph gave Albert a very bad impression. When Albert told him that he could not handle his brother's disappearance case because the place where the disappearance took place belonged to the Busby Railway Company and the Busby family also controlled many important power departments in the city, Joseph thought about something for a long time. Albert believed that there must be something sinister in Joseph's little head.

If it weren't for the ascetic Mlangato who sent the child back to the North District after completing his important work, he would definitely let the child go back by himself.

No matter how cruel Wei Ao Di is, it is still quite safe for children. The fact that there are so many child laborers walking around on the streets is a testament to this fact - they don't have much money and are not worthy of the villains' covetousness.

"You go sit next to the water room first, I'll take you back later." After Albert gave Joseph his instructions, he sat down at his desk and thought seriously about how to complete the task of the Kingdom Intelligence Department.

The man with long green hair - when Nightingale mentioned it, he already believed he knew who it was.

He had never seen another person with green hair, or long hair at that, in his life. The only one was the guy he saw when he first met the werewolf not long ago.

At that time, the green-haired man was standing next to the werewolf. Perhaps this "Mr. Bello" knew something as a companion, but Albert neither wanted to find him nor knew where to find him.

It was a bit difficult for him to find the green-haired man or write a business letter to Sasha City.

It was too strange to go directly to the office building of the Busby Railway Company to look for someone. He couldn't think of an excuse for a moment. The injuries on Nightingale's body were obviously related to the government traitors, and Busby must be involved. If he rashly intervened as an individual, his life might be in danger.

If he wanted to consider another plan, his level was not enough to write official letters, so he could try to suggest to his superiors to conduct police exchanges with the city of Sasha. Sharing of regional wanted lists might be a good topic, but he was not sure if the chief of his branch had the extra energy to carry out this project.

The police stations in Viodi are not fully staffed now. The chief's superior is the chief, and Albert has not seen the chief in the police station for the past two days. He heard from his colleagues that this person has not come to work for a week and has been running around for banquets and entertainment. In this way, insisting on notifying the other party may delay for several days, and Nightingale's pursuit of "hurrying up" will not be achieved.

Albert thought about what happened yesterday and felt a little afraid of coming into contact with big shots. However, if he had to deal with the director, things might not be accomplished. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, but after visiting the Basby Building, he slowly wrote the message documents to the green-haired man and the proposal letter to the director, just waiting for his determination to be slightly biased so that he could take immediate action.

Just then, a colleague knocked on the door again to remind him that a guest wanted to see him.

The visitor soon arrived, and it was someone he really didn't want to see.

When Albert saw the person coming, he felt his ears start to buzz again, his head started to make a commotion, and his body started to tremble subconsciously.

"Sheriff Albert, I sincerely apologize for what happened before." Clayton Bello said to the sheriff with full of apology. This time he was wearing a shiny black woolen coat, a silk hat with a blue ribbon on it, and new gloves and leather shoes. He also sprayed perfume on his body, and it seemed that he was getting better and better.

"I, uh, accept your apology." Albert forced himself to speak, with beads of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

The image of werewolf civilization would only remind him repeatedly of the taboo-breaking transformation scene.

"Actually." Clayton's nose suddenly twitched a few times, interrupting what he was about to say. "Mr. Sheriff, do you have a boy here?"

Albert looked at him in disbelief.

"You didn't bring him in, did you?" Clayton asked uncertainly without waiting for an answer.

"Is this because of this?" Albert did not answer his question at all, but pointed at his nose and asked.

"Yes, that's why."

Perhaps the aftereffects of Albert's roar were too obvious. His eyes were bloodshot and bulged more than before, and his face was covered in sweat. Clayton Bello was particularly tolerant of his slowness and incoherence.

"You know him?"

"I've met this little guy once, he's pretty good."

Seeing the werewolf talking slowly, Albert calmed down and remembered that since the other party had arrived, he didn't have to complete the Nightingale's mission by himself. Suddenly, a drop of cool spring water seemed to drip into his anxious body and mind. When the other party finished speaking, he immediately asked: "Mr. Belleau, is your green-haired friend a guest at the Basbe family?"

Clayton looked at him in confusion.

"Him? I don't know, but he was leaving town the last time I saw him."

Albert understood: "Then please answer me another question, is he related to the Basbe family?"

"He is certainly not one of Busby's men, and I have never heard of any connection with him."

"how about you?"

“I thought I introduced myself when we first met—I’m from out of town and I’m leaving now,” Albert breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, can you do me a favor?" he asked Bello.

"Please go ahead." Clayton said politely.

Albert immediately took out the sealed letter he had written earlier and said, "I have been asked to deliver a document to your friend. I heard that he is currently visiting the building of the Bassby Railway Company, but I am too busy to be there. If you are going to the train station, you will pass by there. Perhaps you can take it to him?"

Clayton showed a surprised look, and this news obviously took him by surprise.

He was silent for a moment, turned his head to look in the direction of the water room, and then turned back again.

"It seems I will be delayed for a while again, but can I meet the child?"

"Ask him yourself." Albert called Joseph out of the water room, and his eyes lit up when he saw Clayton Bello.

"Mr. Merchant!"

He also remembered the help Clayton Bello had given him.

"Is your mother better?" Clayton bent over and asked him with a smile, his expression was incredibly kind.

Albert couldn't connect the current Bello with the mad werewolf, and his headache suddenly eased a little.

The boy nodded.

"She woke up a few times and said she would be able to work soon."

"That's great. To thank you for your help, I plan to change your living environment for you and your family. During this time, you can go to the West District and find a hotel to stay in. I will come to see you in a while." Clayton Bello took out a few bills and stuffed them into the boy's hand: "Do you know how to book a room? Or do you know what a hotel is?"

After he put the money in Joseph's hand, he remembered that the child was only a tiny child.

Clayton sighed and stood up again: "Forget it, I'll book a room first and then take you there." He turned to look at Albert: "Sheriff Albert, can I ask you to notify his family to stay at the Ivy Hotel in the West District?"

Albert's mind changed again. He was hostile to the werewolf just a moment ago, but now he regarded the werewolf as his savior, because as soon as Belleo arrived, he solved the two most troublesome things for him, allowing him to serve the country without taking any risks. Now hearing this small request, there was no reason for him to refuse.

"Please rest assured, I will notify them to go there and meet up with the child."

After sending Clayton Bello away with a promise, Albert sat down in his own independent office again, and the tinnitus seemed to have subsided. He reorganized the files and tried to enter the records of local cases that occurred before the establishment of the police station into the files that needed to be processed next. When he worked wholeheartedly for less than an hour, there was another knock on the door, and his colleague walked in again with a strange look on his face.

Three times a day, visitors asked to see Albert by name, which was very unusual for a newly appointed sheriff.

"There are some guys outside asking you to get out."

"Can't they come in by themselves? The stairs here won't move." The comfort Albert had just achieved instantly turned into an equal amount of irritability.

"That's what I told them, but they insisted that you go out and meet them."

Albert stood up reluctantly. He wanted to see who was so insistent.

Walking out of the dim first floor where the electrical equipment had not yet been installed, he saw three tall figures standing outside the iron gate. They had black hair, green eyes, and stern expressions, exactly like the dangerous Conrionai that the monks of the Brotherhood of Sincerity had warned him about.

"Sheriff Albert?"

The man in the lead raised his head and sniffed doubtfully, as if he was unsure about something he had just discovered.

"Has there ever been a man named Edwards with black hair and yellow eyes here?"

His words reminded his companions, and the other two also began to breathe deeply. Every time they turned their heads and tilted their ears, they seemed extraordinary and smart.

A bit like Mr. Bello.

"I don't think so." Albert said woodenly. His experience with the Belo werewolf in the past two days and the legend of the wolf rider left by Conrionay in the local area finally made him guess the truth.

What could be worse than coming into contact with a werewolf?
some,

Come into contact with a pack of werewolves.