Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 441 Illegitimate Daughter

Morgan, Jeremy Busby's illegitimate daughter and an ordinary person, is Julius' new target.

This matter was entirely handled by the wizard. Clayton did not enter the house, but just smoked in the corridor of the apartment building to make sure that no other tough guys went upstairs.

Although Julius was inexperienced, his spiritual perception made up for many of his shortcomings.

He knew how to open the simple lock and didn't need to listen or see what the woman was doing in the room, including whether she had a weapon, so he easily broke into the apartment and controlled Morgan.

As for how he knew Morgan's address, he had to thank the enthusiastic staff who gossiped everywhere in the Basby Building.

The beautiful woman in her nightgown sat shivering on the bed. Julius lit a candle and moved a chair to sit opposite her, turning the pistol in his hand. His eyes swept over everything in the room. The decoration here was simple, but there were an astonishing number of gorgeous clothes in the closet and expensive cosmetics on the bedside table.

It seems that Jeremy Busby gave her a lot of money, but it was not enough for her to decorate herself in every aspect, so she chose to focus on investing in her favorite areas.

In this era, illegitimate children were still a scandal. Even if everyone knew about it, it was indecent to discuss it publicly. That was why Morgan did not live with his wealthy father. In public, he had to call his father "master" like a servant.

Looking at this woman from the Busby family, the wizard was in a good mood: "I thought Jeremy Busby's daughter would be more valued."

Morgan didn't hear anything he said at all. She just trembled like a baby bird in a nest seeing a poisonous snake for the first time, looked at him in horror, and it seemed that she didn't remember his face.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Are you serious? Are you still not awake?" Julius's happy mood was suddenly ruined.

"Oh, oh, you are the wizard Julius!" Morgan finally remembered who he was. Maybe the green color was not easy to distinguish in the yellow light.

The wizard sighed: "I am sure you should get to know me well. Weren't you the one who sent someone to invite me before?"

Morgan quickly shook his head to excuse himself, "No, that was Hazel's request. He wanted to recruit everyone who looked like they could be won over. I was just helping him."

"Tell me about the dead guy. That's one of the reasons why I came to you."

"Nigel?"

Julius nodded graciously. "Let's start with him. Don't worry, we have a lot of time to chat."

It is now 3:30 in the morning and it is still pitch black outside the window, with only a few street lamps spaced far apart emitting light.

Because of advice from health experts for the general public, most people sleep with their bedroom windows open to allow exhaust fumes to circulate, even if it's cold.

Morgan's back pressed against the cold wall and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"I'm an easygoing person, you can talk to me in the quilt." Julius said, but after another two seconds, his eyebrows were heavily pressed down and he growled: "I didn't ask you to lie down!"

Morgan sat up again, trembling, and the weakness of her posture diminished her charm.

"I don't know much about Nigel, I just know that he is the helper assigned by the church to my father."

Julius leaned back in his chair leisurely, his face disdainful: "Is this the kind of help the church arranged?"

Morgan was interrupted and shuddered before continuing, "I heard that he was originally a death row inmate who had committed a serious crime and was imprisoned in a prison outside the city. Because the bishop thought he was useful, he pardoned him and recommended him to my father. I don't know anything else."

The local church is surprisingly close to Jeremy Busby, but the Presbyterian Church in Sasha is about the same.

The church was always very friendly to people who donated money, and Julius was not surprised.

When power reaches a higher level, talented people will naturally flock to it from all directions, and the schools and prisons controlled by the church are places where talented people emerge in large numbers.

Julius did not delve into this issue. It was not important. It was just to make Morgan relax his vigilance. The really important issue was coming later.

"Why did your father go against Conrionai? I think it would be easier and safer to win them over than to be hostile to them. From what I know, many wealthy people prefer to buy peace with money rather than insisting on starting a bloody conflict."

"Conrionay? Sir, you mean the local nobles of Berdalabik?"

Morgan looked at him blankly. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about them. My father just told me to be careful with them and didn't say anything else. He only talked about important things with Hazel."

"When did he tell you to be careful of them?"

"October or November last year? Sorry, I can't remember." She kept apologizing, fearing that Julius would use the gunpowder kinetic tool in his hand to perform a craniotomy on her.

Julius was not angry, he was almost finding what he wanted.

"And before that, what does Jeremy think of them?"

"They. They" Morgan seemed to have really remembered something, which put a lot of pressure on her. Her expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything for a long time. Julius still leaned back in his chair, but raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand. Morgan lowered her head, her beautiful silver hair fell like a waterfall, and her slender figure looked adorable, but this couldn't move the hard-hearted guy.

"My father once exchanged letters with a nobleman named Opiros. I occasionally saw an envelope, but I didn't see the contents."

Julius narrowed his eyes. This information was truly astonishing, and Morgan knew it was important, but she didn't know how important it was.

"Did anything happen before they broke up?"

"I don't know, sorry sir."

Mr. Sorry took the new title in stride. "So before your father told you to be careful of Conriona, did he encounter anything unusual?"

"I"

Before Morgan finished speaking, Julius raised his gun again: "Don't say you don't know. I must have known something, so I came to you."

Morgan was stunned. She stood there with her teeth chattering.

Seeing that the woman was close to collapse, the wizard lowered the muzzle of his gun a little and changed his tone to a sweet one.

"My dear, think about it. We don't really have to cause death. If we have something on someone, we would certainly make good use of him instead of getting rid of him after knowing all this. That would be such a waste. A living person is always more useful than a dead person. Especially someone like your father."

His words effectively reduced Morgan's guilt, and she gradually calmed down.

"My father was once troubled by a dream. The dream made him feel unusual. He believed it was a revelation, but he did not tell us the details of the dream. He just wrote a letter to a prophetic gathering called the True Words. He wanted to get the service of a prophet. Then they sent a female prophet. Her name was Abigail. She could predict the past and the future, and was also good at interpreting dreams."

"My father spoke to her alone in his newly acquired mansion, and when he reappeared, he no longer seemed troubled."

This was the intelligence Julius wanted.

He did not finish immediately, but pretended to ask a few more questions and acted more seriously than he did now. When the sky was slightly gray, he cast a spell to knock Morgan unconscious.

The night in Weiodi is two hours longer than that of Mayor Sasha, and Morgan is not on night shift. Her working hours are around ten in the morning. By the time someone discovers that Morgan is missing and sends people here to look for her, he and Clayton will probably have gotten what they wanted and are on that damn train.

After leaving Morgan's house, Julius closed the door.

The corridor was filled with smoke. Clayton leaned against the wall, his lion-like face with thick beard and the light of the cigarette at the corner of his mouth vaguely visible.

Julius walked past him down the stairs. "I thought you were going to interrogate her yourself. You always seem to be so good at that."

Clayton followed slowly, his hands in his coat pockets.

"She's a relative of a friend of mine, and I'm worried I'll be soft-hearted."

This was the first time Julius heard about this. He stopped and looked back in astonishment: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Don't think that this trip is a detour. Friends are friends, and they have secrets with each other. Besides, he is also a member of the Sacred Heart Fraternity. I can't get anything from him."

"You really have a lot of friends." Julius shook his head and continued to go downstairs.

As they walked out of the apartment, they discussed the information Julius had just received.

Jeremy Busby once communicated with the leader of the Black Claw clan. Are they still cooperating secretly now?
Maybe their partnership broke down because Hazel wanted him to sue Conriolet in court, and Jeremy entrusted the Huttons to deal with Conriolet, and also warned his daughter to stay away from Conriolet, but who can say for sure that this is definitely the truth? Maybe it was just a bait thrown by Busby to make people think that they were not on good terms.

He learned from Clayton that Basbe was also a competitor to the other two families. Since Basbe was the youngest and smallest of the three families, it was normal for Jeremy to want to hide a trump card.

And if it is true that their cooperation has ended, then Abigail must know the reason for it.

But if you use your brain a little, you will know that the prophet of the Mantra will definitely keep the secrets of his clients secret, just as the clergy of the church will never reveal the content of the confession of believers.

Violence was not an option; Abigail was surrounded by bodyguards, and the two of them alone could not snatch her away from the crowd.

And she is a prophet, maybe she can foresee it before they take action.

So Clayton and Julius will only end up in one place.

Jeremy Busby's new home.

As a public figure, it is difficult for Jeremy Busby to conceal his words and deeds. The new mansion he bought in Weiodi is the former residence of the Grand Duke of Weiodi. It has long been the power center of Weiodi. Many people believe that this transaction is Jeremy's way of publicizing his status.

Normally, such a place would be heavily guarded, but Jeremy and his wife happened to leave Weiodi, and the host and hostess were the most worthy of protection in the house. Their departure would inevitably take away the most elite guards, which would make the intruder's work easier.