Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 443 Making Friends

".We chased the wanted criminal named Edwards southward, and on the way to the city, we found the house where he lived. There were several other victims there, all with stab wounds. I memorized all the smells left by the bodies so that I could find this bastard later."

"Berdalabik has issued a wanted order, but the police in Viodi are worse than the sheriff. They are unwilling to spread the criminal list that Berdalabik entered in the city. The world is really going downhill now. These guys who replace the sheriff are paid to do things without any sense of honor. What's worse is that nobles like us who have been famous for a long time have fallen to the point where even ordinary people can refuse. In the past, I could have hanged them for their remarks, let alone this kind of offense now."

"In the end we had to hunt him down ourselves. It was completely legal because he committed the crime on private property and no one could blame us if we executed him."

Outside the train station, Macon Conrionet sat under the column outside the station and angrily took out the cigarette that had been in his mouth and put it back into his pocket. It was obvious that he still had a lot to say, and the cigarette was somewhat hindering his ability to speak.

Mhlanga sat next to him, looking steadily ahead, he had known for a long time that his fellow nightingales were dead, so he was not sad.

Everyone will die one day, what matters is the living.

From the clues provided by Macon, it can be seen that Conrionay is not the murderer of Nightingale, but someone wants Conrionay to take this role, and Conrionay did not realize this. They also want to frame the guy who used the alias Edwards.

And Edwards is Julius's dark-haired companion.

There was no need for the Council of Elders to provoke the Kingdom's Intelligence Department. The military airships in Sasha City could take off at any time to destroy the forest. There was no need for them to take the risk for an enemy that did not have to be eliminated. That was why Mhlanga first ruled out the suspicion of these two people. Konglionet's idea was only due to the conflict between them and the Council of Elders. Because of the hostile relationship, they hoped that it was their enemies who caused the trouble. This was reasonable.

But who wanted to frame Conriona in the first place?
"The Hutton Family"

This word popped up in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was his own thought or the devil's hint.

There are many people who are at odds with Kong Lione, but this time it can only be the Hutton family who sent people to take action.

Mhlanga hesitated before reaching this conclusion.

Figo Hutton has a close relationship with local officers, and it is not easy to please this group of bastards. The image he presents in the upper class is extremely smooth, and it is in line with his behavior to attempt to frame Conriona with political conspiracy. However, the killers he found are unusual. The Nightingales are not necessarily strong fighters, but they are all good at escaping. It is not easy to kill them all in a short time.

There are many extraordinary people in the army, but those who are capable of doing this no longer need to kill people personally, and there seems to be no such outstanding people locally.

Ma Kong said that there were only knife wounds on the bodies, and the murderer did not use guns, so it must be a wild method, and most likely a single person - a group of killers that would act collectively would not be able to not carry an extra gun. Maybe they were extraordinary people who joined the guards for money, but this still didn't make sense.

Figo Hutton was definitely an ordinary person. How could he be sure that the assassin he sent out could definitely deal with Nightingale of the Kingdom Intelligence Department? Attacking the people of the Kingdom Intelligence Department was a serious crime. He had to have absolute confidence in the ability of the assassin he sent out and believe that this person could fight against many enemies alone. But his knowledge and vision could not support him to distinguish the strength of extraordinary power.

Will the cautious Figo make a rash choice with only a vague understanding of the secret power?
Did someone recommend the killer to him, or was the killer actually commissioned by someone else?
While Mhlanga was thinking, Makong had not stopped complaining: "The church nowadays does not respect the nobility as it did in the past. The wealthy citizens have completely bribed the clergy, but how can God's servants be snobbish? Now only the Holy Law Sect can maintain its overall purity. I heard that not all previous popes were from the Holy Law Sect, but they all converted to the Holy Law Sect after the coronation ceremony, and have been kind to people ever since, and no longer obsessed with money."

"The worst thing is that their religious views have gotten rid of the attitude that a servant of God should have. Ever since the University of the North Principality conducted that damn prism dispersion experiment, claiming that white light contains all other light, the three phases will only show signs of splitting again. White light will think that this damn (he repeated the word 'damn') scientific experiment can prove that their faith is the most noble!"

At this point, he sneered.

"Faith has no uncertainty. If it does, it is not faith, it is called 'opinion'."

"What kind of scientific experiment is needed to prove that they are right? The White Light Society does not have the right beliefs at all. They have been captured by heretical ideas."

Mlanga raised his head. Being able to do two things at once was a basic skill for a spy, and he certainly had this ability. While he was thinking, he did not miss Ma Kong's words. Although he did not agree with the part about the Holy Law Sect in Ma Kong's remarks, he also admitted that the werewolf was right about the rest.

Kong Lione's attention to the church exceeded his imagination. These werewolves really participated seriously in various activities of human society and had unique insights into the religious affairs of the White Church.

However, this view also has its own standpoint.

The White Light Society has the worst opinion of the Dark Indigen. It is the largest sect after the Holy Law Society. It has declined in recent years because some of its members were incorporated into the Three Phases Society. If they are allowed to restore their former status, prominent Dark Indigen like Kong Lione will be targeted.

Even if there is a general ceasefire, the White Light will not allow the Darkspawn to obtain rights equal to those of humans, let alone privileges.

"The Brotherhood of Sincerity has the same view on the prism experiment." Mhlanga looked at the lights of the surrounding buildings. His bare upper body and scars made him look like a beggar, but a beggar's back would not be so straight. "Faith is above all opinions, because it shows the world the infinity of goodness and beauty, while opinions are limited through private perspectives. So opinions can be questioned, but faith cannot be questioned."

"Hmm..." Ma Kong did not comment on the point of goodness and beauty. Obviously, his conclusion about Mhlanga was the same as Mhlanga's view of him before. But he still affirmed some things.

"It is indeed a pleasure to communicate with a true believer. Due to the strictness of the local parish, believers like me can only pray in the privately renovated chapel in the manor. It is difficult to find a spiritual companion in the outside world."

“Perhaps we have more in common. What do you think of the theory that everything is holy?” Mhlanga answered without hesitation: “It’s a very bold theory. Even if the whole world was created by the Heavenly Father, there are still some things that were not created according to His will and cannot be called holy.”

"For example." The wolf stared at him intently.

"For example, demons," Mhlanga said righteously, "They are born to corrupt people, which is definitely not the purpose of their creation by God."

The pupils in the center of Ma Kong's green eyes shrank, and he nodded slightly: "But this may be their nature. Heavenly Father deliberately created this kind of existence in order to compare with another kind, so that ignorant consciousness can choose between them. Free will - I think this is the real treasure given to us by Heavenly Father."

Mhlanga looked thoughtful and did not agree immediately.

Macon was competing with this ascetic whom he met for the first time. He asked again: "Do you believe in the existence of nature?"

The ascetic monk couldn't help but smile, he wanted to answer this question from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir, if you understood the beliefs of the Brotherhood of Sincerity, you wouldn't have this problem."

"As we all know, all religions have evolved from the Law. The Father has left his voice in his creation, and we believers gain strength by listening to and understanding the Law. These Laws are the nature of all things."

"Our flagellation is not to punish ourselves, but to better understand the nature of the world."

"According to the wizard's theory, a complete body represents unity and harmony. When a person is spiritually complete and physically healthy, it becomes very difficult to cast a spell on him, and magic can hardly take effect from his body. This is why wizards who have mastered water elemental magic find it difficult to directly control the blood of other creatures. We look at this phenomenon from another perspective."

“A complete body is harmonious and unified, but it is also a barrier to our understanding of the Holy Law. So we choose to actively create wounds in our bodies, open up the closure, let the body listen to the Holy Law, and resonate with this broken world.”

"Our way of practice is to understand the nature of other beings, so if you ask me if I believe in nature, I would say yes."

Makong laughed, as if he had caught Mhlanga's hand. "In that case, you should admit that our nature is as pure and pleasant as the Holy Law. You are in touch with the nature of external things, while we are exploring our inner nature. Both are just different forms of spiritual practice."

Mhlanga knew how to counter such claims, but his aim was not to engage in a debate with Makong.

"He needs recognition. These werewolves need recognition from human society." Following the voice in his heart, Mhlanga admitted this, and acted very embarrassed.
He raised his only remaining hand: "Okay, okay, you really convinced me, maybe the theory of everything being holy does have its truth."

Macon laughed out loud; he loved victory, any kind of victory.

"As long as we follow our nature, we are following God's will. Good and evil themselves cannot represent good or bad. The difference between them lies only in the choice. If we lose either side, the world will not be so colorful."

Judging from his remarks, he must know that he is a bastard, Mhlanga thought as he watched the drunk man being carried out of the bar by the bartender.

"He has an errand to remind him of the time." - This thought suddenly occurred to him.

Mhlanga hesitated for a moment, then turned and asked, "Excuse me, you are staying in the train station to hunt down the wanted criminal, but now the last train has stopped, why don't you go to the bar to rest and have a few drinks?"

"Can an ascetic say such things?" Macon looked at him in surprise.

"When I put on my clothes, people in the bar can't tell I'm an ascetic - I speak from experience."

Mhlanga's words triggered a new round of laughter from Makong. After laughing, he still answered the question seriously.

"The suspension of passenger train service does not mean the suspension of freight train service. He may still escape through here, so I have to stay here unless he is arrested somewhere else or someone comes to replace me."

"Where is your companion? If it is not far, perhaps I can take a message for you, so that you won't suffer here."

Ma Kong's smile faded slightly, his eyes rolled around, and finally settled down.

"I don't know exactly where they are right now, but you can go to Red Willow Street and Spider Alley. When you get there, shout my name. If other werewolves show up, tell them I'm waiting for someone to take over. If not, then come back quickly. Whether it works or not, I'll treat you to a few drinks at the bar."

"Then I have to make my legs and feet more flexible." Mhlanga slowly stood up and pressed his knee with one hand.