Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 446: Traces of the Usurper
To this day, there are still horse-drawn carriages for rent on the streets late at night, which makes it convenient for people who need to travel at night.

The two men who were on their way to the old Duke's mansion were now sitting in the carriage, using their last free time to rest.

The carriage was not very spacious, and there was a big man stretching his limbs next to him. Julius huddled to one side and breathed hard, while insisting on putting his hands in his windbreaker pockets, using the not-so-warm cloth to protect his trembling hands.

To outsiders, it seemed that he wore this gray and white old windbreaker with many pockets almost every day, regardless of winter or summer. This was indeed the case, but he had nothing to explain.

The sound of the wheels turning was very clear in the night, and just imagining how long it would last made people feel more and more annoyed.

Clayton, who was sitting next to him, took the initiative to break the silence: "Is there something you wanted to do, but you had to put it aside because you were busy for a long time? Or do you have something you wanted to say to someone, but you couldn't say it because of some factors?"

He did not call Julius' name, but there were only two people in the coach and he could not ask anyone else.

"You want to know my secret?" Julius was not very polite.

"I want to know your last words. We might all die next, and there's a greater chance that you'll die." Clayton was even more blunt.

The wizard looked at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then shook his head.

"As a person who doesn't leave any last words, why do you want to know other people's last words? And this isn't the first time I've participated in a dangerous operation with you. Why did you only remember to ask me what last words I left today?"

Clayton drummed his fingers on his knees. "We had the advantage of location and manpower against the Holy Grail. We were caught off guard in Gevaux. This time, we are heading into a dangerous and unfavorable situation, so I think we should leave some trace, even if it's just a complaint."

"I didn't leave a will because there's nothing to say. My will was written several years ago and is in the bank. There's no need to say who will inherit my property."

"On the other hand, what I've experienced in the past decade or so is more eventful than some people's entire lives. Although I've suffered a lot, I've also enjoyed a lot. It wouldn't be too regretful even if I died. And a young man like you who hasn't started your own career yet, has neither money nor love, if you encounter misfortune - for a man, you are the same as dying at birth, it's impossible for you not to want to say anything."

"I guess I have to thank you for reminding me that my life is so barren and boring." Julius said unhappily, and his breathing became smoother. "But forget it. If I die, there will be few people in this world who will feel sorry for me. As for those who will feel sad for me, I think it's better not to disturb them. Let them think that I have forgotten them."

Clayton smacked his lips sympathetically. "How tragic."

Julius stared at his face. "You've become more and more annoying since you went crazy. Maybe your mind hasn't recovered yet."

The werewolf said happily: "I'm just in a good mood, so my mentality has returned to the state when I was young and energetic."

"You must have been unpopular when you were young," the wizard asserted.

"Quite the opposite."

This guy is really proud. Julius took a deep breath and said, "Then you should know not to make the people who like you sad."

"I thought so before, but I corrected this mistake later." Clayton's smile faded: "It's better to let them be sad. You have to give others the right to remember you. This is also the last way for people to remember you."

Julius stopped talking. He looked up at the top of the car for a while before lowering his head again.

"forget it."

His tone was so solemn that Clayton did not try to persuade him any further.

The boring sound of wheels finally stopped, and the two passengers got off four streets outside the old Duke's mansion. From a distance, they could see the old Duke's mansion standing solemnly in the darkness. Next, they had to walk slowly towards it.

This is a location in the city center of the eastern part of Weiaudhi, and the phenomenon of "private streets" still exists.

People from the security company were patrolling the streets with lanterns. Due to the departure of the Basbes, there were no guests here, so it was even quieter than other places in the East District.

But there are ways to deal with them.

The methods commonly used by the Elders' Council of Sasha City also work well here. All they need are two sets of street light maintenance worker uniforms to move freely in front of these people. As for how to get the uniforms - the people in the union have a way.

As soon as they reached the back door of the old Duke's residence, they took off their uniforms and threw them into the flowerbed by the roadside.

Now that they were here, the black iron gate with anti-theft spikes could not stop the two thieves. They walked through the back garden and walked all the way to the main house. The werewolf could smell the breath of many living people in the red brick servant's room next to it, but the servants of such a wealthy family usually had to get up at four in the morning to do housework. Now that their master had finally gone on a long journey, they would definitely sleep in.

There was no obstacle to even entering the main house.

The mansion had been abandoned for many years before Jeremy Busby took over. It was only after the Busbys decided to move in that they began to clean and renovate it. Before leaving Weiodi, they hired decorators to do the exterior decoration. The scaffolding used for construction was built all the way to the top floor, and they climbed up to find a window to enter.

The corridor of the main house is covered with a long red carpet, the walls on both sides are covered with fragrant wallpaper, and a row of carved glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling.
Although I haven't entered the room yet, I can already see its magnificence.

All of this is still very present in the dim light environment and cannot be ignored.

Night vision potion is something Julius always has on hand, which allows him to have the same perspective as the werewolf and see every detail of the room.

"Upstarts," he muttered. Hearing his comment, Clayton smiled, opened a door at random and walked in.

He didn't know where Jeremy Busby would keep his work documents, but it was common sense that the master's bedroom and study would not be on the first floor or on the top floor.

Although the house was very tall, due to the style of the era in which it was built, it actually only had three floors. The things they wanted must be on the second floor where they were now, so they just needed to completely search this floor.

The first room they entered was the baby's room.

There is an empty crib here. Since Jeremy Busby does not have any formal children yet, this room is almost empty. The stools are placed randomly next to the crib, and the cabinets in the corner used to store bedding and other items are also empty.

They also found no secret doors or compartments.

"What a waste of trip." Julius complained.

This room was originally the most anticipated because it did not need to be used and was the most convenient place to hide things.

"We've ruled out one possibility," Clayton said, meaning the same thing but sounding more optimistic.

Julius turned and walked towards the door while shaking his head and sighing. The characteristics displayed by Clayton Bello now made him feel more and more uncomfortable. He began to suspect that it was a side effect of the Worry-Free Flower potion he had given him before to relieve metal poisoning.

They then checked several rooms, but there was nothing worth seeing. However, their elegant and luxurious decoration style still left a deep impression on the two guests.

The bathroom has a huge enamel bathtub and a wash basin with a whole marble countertop; the prayer room has full-color murals and eight gilded candlesticks in two rows on the ground; the meditation room has a carved silver incense burner in front of the cushions and a built-in cut ambergris.
When leaving the guest room, Julius was most impressed by a carved mahogany ship sculpture on the counter in the corner, because this ship sculpture, which was about seven inches long and five inches high, was not only lifelike and exquisitely shaped, but also seemed to be placed in a narrow-mouthed glass bottle.

"The old duke's family is quite tasteful."

Although he had no feelings towards these luxury items before, after becoming an antique dealer's assistant, he couldn't help but develop some interest in them.

"This is not what they left behind," said Clayton, who was waiting at the door.

"how do you know?"

"It smells new, that lacquer smell that lasts three years. I could smell it even if my nose wasn't cursed."

The wizard immediately lost interest: "Is there anything old here?"

Clayton shook his head. "Not many, I'm afraid. Most of them were acquired by the new owner himself. If a big family like this falls into decline and the house is left unattended, everything valuable will be stolen. Even the floors made of good wood will be pried up and sold."

"How do you know it so clearly, as if you had seen it with your own eyes?"

"Because in this chain of action, I am the businessman responsible for selling stolen goods - although those customers who come to my door are unwilling to explain the source of the recyclables, I can still find out some things myself."

Julius said nothing, he gave Clayton a thumbs up and turned away.

The next place to search was the bedroom.

As soon as they entered the room, they felt that the layout of this bedroom was very strange.

There were actually two beds here, one was a double bed and the other was a single bed. The sheets and pillowcases had been changed, and there was no smell for the werewolf to refer to, but the weirdness was obvious.

Clayton turned his head. There was only a book on the bedside table next to the single bed. If Jeremy Busby's wife liked to read "Battle of Baleen Harbor", then this bed was probably where she slept.

"Don't tell me that this rich man is practicing abstinence while he and his wife are trying hard to have a child," he said sarcastically.

The relationship between this couple is probably not as good as it appears on the surface.

Julius walked forward, picked up the book on the bedside table and flipped through it: "Perhaps he still misses the mother of his illegitimate child, which is unusual for someone of his status."

If so, Jeremy's actions may have some ulterior motive.

According to the current marriage law, if a man still has no children by the age of fifty, he has reason to apply to the church and the court to restore the reputation and inheritance rights of his illegitimate children.

Julius put down the book and suddenly found a badge where the book had been pressed. He picked it up and looked at it carefully, then called Clayton over to look at it.

"Look what I found. He's actually a member of the Wicket Club."

This club is so famous that it is said that only the smartest people in the country can join. It adheres to the law of confidentiality and does not reveal the names of members unless they volunteer. Although the club was disbanded for unknown reasons a few years ago, its reputation has not declined due to the active participation of some former members in high society, and it has even become more famous due to various urban legends.

Clayton stretched out his hand with a strange expression, took the badge, turned it over and over again, and then spoke meaningfully.

"I didn't know Jeremy Busby was a customer of mine."