Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 456 For Sale

Seeking a title was the basis for the cooperation between Hutton, Basby and Oranster.

If there is no demand, there is naturally no question of cooperation. Anyone who claims that he has no needs or desires is just a hypocrite.

Figo Hutton is not a hypocrite. Not only does he not hide his desires, he also publicizes his desires openly. He believes that doing so may lead to slander, but it will also allow him to find profit-seeking people who can satisfy his desires more quickly.

If bribery could work with Orenste and Basbe, he would definitely do it, even with Conrionet.

Eliminating the Darkin is a sign of the direction of the wind, just like Figo often publishes his demands in newspapers. It doesn't matter whether they can be met or not. What matters is that it can help him quickly gather those who are willing to help him. But if Conriona is willing to support him, he can also turn to propaganda to eliminate others.

Unfortunately, Conrionay would not accept bribes. He only accepted fair trade and refused to be inferior to others. This attack on his ally and rival was just accidental.

Figo Hutton turned around and asked his personal valet who was standing in an inconspicuous place like a shadow: "Remind me, how long has it been since Major Cromie went to rest last night?"

"Five hours and ten minutes, sir," said the footman.

Figo let out a breath, turned back, leaned lazily in the chair, thinking, a pen twirling in his hand.

Major Cromie was in charge of the infantry battalion where Viodie was stationed.

Generally speaking, inland cities like Wei Aodi basically do not need to station troops, and militia and private security are sufficient for defense. But Figo knows some secrets. For any city that is determined to have major hidden dangers, the army will allocate a part of its forces for supervision. This is the case in Wei Aodi and the neighboring city of Sasha.

This unit has been in Weiodi for almost twenty years, and its commanders have changed three times. Major Cromie is the new commander.

Figo often received Major Cromie. He and Major called each other friends. Any request made by the major would be met. He hoped that one day he could use this friendship to do something big.

Figo Hutton has always believed that anything that can be solved with money is not a big deal.

The Hutton family he was in charge of was a native of Weiodi and had started to prosper seventy years ago. The chaotic period after the fall of the Duke's family provided a lot of convenience for the family's development. Relying on smuggling, it gradually acquired a large amount of wealth, which it then cashed in and gradually exchanged for property rights of houses and land.

In terms of real estate and wealth, the Hutton family has surpassed the vast majority of nobles, which is an advantage they cannot ignore.

Although it was still some distance away from what he thought was the critical moment when Figo was recruiting the troops, he knew at that time that he should make preparations early, and now was the time to use these friends.

"We have to wake up our friends." Figo stood up, walked out of the study, and went to the guest room he had arranged for his allies.

His valet opened the door for him, and he walked in alone and personally rescued Major Cromie, who had lost consciousness from being trapped between the strong arms and plump breasts of three beautiful women.

But the major really disliked this helping hand and would rather remain a prisoner for a while longer.

"Shit, Figo, you know I don't like people waking me up." The major sat up quickly. His naked torso was dark and thin, but very strong, in sharp contrast to the plump and soft body next to him.

"Something big happened last night," Figo said.

"Of course I know, otherwise how could you come to call me."

The major sighed, put on his trousers and shirt quickly, and walked out of the crowd of women.

They returned to the study, and Figo asked the servants to bring sandwiches and juice for breakfast. There was no time for a big meal now, so they had to make do with what they had.

"About the time you fell asleep, Konglione burned, killed and looted along the riverside, just as cruelly and ruthlessly as their ancestors destroyed the pagan settlements under the orders of the lord three hundred years ago. I think the time is approaching when we have to take action."

"Wait." The major sitting opposite him raised his sandwich. "How can you be sure it was Conrionay who did it?"

"Someone witnessed wolves running down the street, heading for those places. The battle happened very quickly, like a hurricane passing through. The scene was cruel and evil, and it was definitely not done by humans." Figo raised his hand in Gramer's direction. "If you think what I said is too vague, you can ask him directly. Gramer is the one who is responsible for contacting our helpers."

The major nodded in understanding and took a bite of his sandwich. "It sounds like the werewolves did it, but how do you prove it was Conrionai?"

Figo narrowed his eyes. This sounded like an excuse.

"You mean we still have to find evidence that the attacker was Conrionay."

The major chewed silently, without saying yes or no.

Figo played with the pen. "Indeed, it is very troublesome to deal with nobles. It is difficult for us to find this kind of evidence now. But if necessary, their suspicion is obviously large enough, and we happen to have legal permission, then why don't we open their castle? I believe there must be a lot of interesting things inside."

The major laughed disdainfully: "You really don't know how dangerous it is."

The nobles, descendants of loyal ministers who made great contributions to the country long ago, enjoy benefits that ordinary people cannot match. They can get preferential treatment in all respected fields. Some businesses can only be done by nobles, and others who get involved will be regarded as smuggling.

If a commoner wants to defeat a noble, he must appear respectful, quietly hide his malice in the shadows, secretly corrupt the opponent's foundation, and must not show any hostility until he succeeds. He must regard all victories as coincidences and accidents bestowed by God. Only in this way can he escape unscathed.

Of course, there is a simpler way, which is to defeat power with power.

"Oh, you want to use the Royal Police? Well, they appear to have the power to arrest and search, but I don't think they can actually do it."

"After all, since the Duke who ruled the entire region lost power, Berdalabik has actually been divided into another region. It has also formed its own militia. Without the permission of the Conleone family, the police in Viodi would have difficulty raising an arm there. Being driven out by the Conleone is still a good ending. The real scary thing is that the police really broke in and found something. That's when it would be difficult to end the situation."

"Then are we just going to watch them do whatever they want and do nothing?" Figo asked seriously, "Can we? How many people will lose confidence because we stand idly by!" "Chromie, I know you have no interest in the Sacred Heart Fraternity Club, but please don't forget that many of us are still in government positions, and our words and deeds represent more than just ourselves. Yes, the government can be incompetent, but if we want to accomplish great things, we must show that we are better than other city governments, otherwise how can we gain the favor of His Majesty?"

The major looked at Figo in surprise, as if it was the first day he saw the serious look of his host.

"Figo, I didn't know you had such ambitions."

"It's not ambition," Figo answered him. "It's the responsibility of gentlemen of our status to the society. If we stop because of the rules of the moment, we will be unworthy of the soul and integrity given to us by God."

"Besides," he changed the subject, "it doesn't necessarily require bloodshed. I just hope to use the name of a search to force them to transfer their assets."

"It's getting easier and easier to transfer assets. If there's a first time, there will be a second time. Now is the best opportunity for the first time to happen. When Kong Lione and others find that there's nothing to miss in Wei Aodi, they may leave on their own. Then we can redevelop the North District and take back the lower-level town of Berdalabik."

"If Conriona leaves, we soldiers will have to leave too." The major looked at him and said, "Figo, this is not good for me. I am not from here."

"My wife's sister has a daughter who is very beautiful and unmarried."

"Maybe you should rely more on the other two friends in your club. It's not easy for me to mobilize the army. Without sufficient reason, the people from the Kingdom's Intelligence Department will cause trouble for me." The major shook his head, took another bite of the sandwich, and washed it down with juice.

Of course he was lustful, but he was not willing to take risks easily.

Figo smiled bitterly.

"Jeremy Busby owes me a favor, but he's not here right now, and the rest of Busby doesn't dare to make an important decision. Orlanst. They disguise themselves very well, but they're not normal people at all. I dare say they don't really care about our ultimate goal. They just want enough corpses to use as experimental subjects, just like those people from the Holy Grail Cult, so they can talk to each other. For this reason, Orlanst doesn't want to use their own power to attack Konglione. They prefer to do low-cost business. If they are asked to make a contribution other than money, they will find all kinds of excuses."

"If you help me, I will help you in other areas in the future. For example, I can help you get promoted to a higher level in your position." At this point, Figo no longer used polite words.

He knew about the military reforms, and although the system of selling official positions and titles had been curbed, it had not been completely eliminated.

The current system has abolished hereditary military officers and on the surface stated that the buying and selling of military posts is prohibited, but in reality military posts can still be bought and sold, it’s just stated in a different way and with more restrictions.

Nowadays, those who want to buy an official position can only do so one level at a time. A low-ranking officer who was originally a second lieutenant cannot directly buy the rank of officer, but can only be promoted to lieutenant first. Moreover, before each purchase of an official position, he must have worked in the position for a full quota of years to prevent the officer from being unfamiliar with how the military works.

All in all, Cromie's term in his current position is almost up. If he wants to be promoted to lieutenant colonel without any military merit, he will have to spend at least 16,000 gold pounds.

Although wealthy civilians like him can enter military academies by donations and start as low-level officers after graduation, which is countless times better than other civilian soldiers, if they want to climb up further, they have very high requirements for family background and financial resources.

"It sounds like I'm the only one who can do it." The major crumpled the rest of the sandwich into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth. He said simply, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

"By noon, our government will issue a document to legitimize our actions to eliminate the darkborn. Kong Lione will not allow this. Perhaps you are willing to deal with it after they take the initiative, but if we find evidence of their crimes now, we can drive out this group of lawless werewolves at a lower cost."

"We have lost a lot of guards. We can only rely on you this time."

The major was lost in thought while holding the sandwich. After a while, he spoke: "Wait until the official document comes out and notify me when you find the witnesses. I can give you twenty soldiers to cooperate with the police to go to Berdalabik, but they only have guns, no cannons, and they won't actually shoot."

"That's enough." Figo said that what he needed was not a gunner, but a military identity.

"Let's discuss the details next,"

It is not easy to deal with powerful nobles, even if they are small nobles.

He recalled the chaotic era described by his father, and the downfall of Duke Weiodi was caused by subtle and frequent attacks. When the heir to the noble title is incompetent and lacks a pair of discerning eyes, these disasters will naturally appear and tear the fat flesh from the giant fish.

But it was a very long experience.

The building collapsed silently. The last Viaudis still owned a large piece of land and several properties before leaving the city, and newspapers reported their vacation plans. Five months later, many important positions in the government, courts, and even the parish council were left to newcomers who were strangers to the Viaudis. Bishops and officials no longer wrote to the Viaudis for their opinions before implementing any measures. Only then did people realize that the city really did not need the Duke's family, and the city entered a period of chaos.

Perhaps some people will regard this as a great victory for the bourgeoisie, but people of insight believe that this is not the case at all.

How ridiculous! Even though the Duke's family had already failed and been forced to leave Viodi, it took his enemies nearly half a year to believe in their own success.

And now they have to guard against the other side's comeback.

The Duke's family failed, but they did not become extinct, and this failure cannot be called eternal.

As long as a nobleman has no bad habits and possesses the virtues of a striver in the normal sense, it is only a matter of time or even a very fast process for them to stand out again by relying on preferential policies and laws. According to some underground academic research, their promotion speed is seven times that of ordinary people.

There have been many examples of fallen nobles who have revived their family through personal efforts in recent years.

The Loren Wars resulted in many distinguished surnames being restored and repainted on the famous National Tree murals of the Heraldry Academy, and compared to the opportunities brought by the war, the miracles that occurred in the fields of academic research and art were equally amazing.

Figo Hutton has stood at the top of the common people. He wants his family bloodline to be endowed with sacredness and wants to share this glory with his ancestors and descendants.

Because Figo was thinking about these things, he didn't notice Chromie's eyes.

The major looked at his "financial sponsor" with a hint of pity in his eyes.