Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 459 Brothers in Suffering
Clayton Bello and Harcha Conrione were detained for violating public order and trespassing on private property.

Among them, Halcha was charged with a more serious crime and received a more severe punishment because he attempted to attack law enforcement officers.

"Why do you have to arrest me? I have something to do." Clayton looked at the left and right ends of the corridor outside the cell.

The cells in the East District were very clean, and the two rows of cells in the corridor were empty. There was no one else except him. He didn't know whether the security in the East District was really that good, or whether the rich people here preferred to use lynching. He knew that many mansions had their own basements, which could also be converted into torture rooms.

Yes, Halcha was imprisoned in the South District cell, and Clayton was taken to the East District by Albert on the grounds that the South District prison was overcrowded.

Albert was standing outside the bars of his cell at this moment, he looked genuinely worried about what had happened and very tired.

"Mr. Bello, you should take care of your body and not participate in dangerous activities like duels." He pointed to his chin, indicating that Clayton should pay attention to his injuries first.

"Dueling is a game for the brave. I have no reason to reject it. As for this, it's just a minor injury. It won't hinder the battle in an hour and it can heal in a night." Clayton explained: "People like us have strong vitality. It's no big deal to get hurt. It's also a tactic to endure the damage first and then wait for an opportunity to fight back."

"I think tactics need to be supported by reason." Albert implied that he did not believe Clayton could always remain rational.

It wasn't his fault; their meeting in the café had left a bad impression on him.

Clayton couldn't make too many excuses for himself - he did lose control because of the pain, although it was mental pain rather than physical pain, but without direct evidence, all his excuses were just poor excuses.

"Okay, but are you really going to keep me locked up here all day?"

"What should I say? You have violated the law, and you must stay here for at least one night. And I sincerely suggest that you recover from your injuries here before leaving. Your opponent will be detained for about three days for attempting to attack law enforcement officers. During this time, he will not come to bother you, and you can leave the city safely."

Clayton refused to do so: "I have something else to do, as I just said."

"Has the child you took away returned home?" Albert suddenly asked.

The lieutenant fell silent.

For the first time, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He wanted to bring the child named Joseph back to Sasha City to enjoy a good life, but his own affairs in this city were not yet settled, and his plan to return was delayed again and again.

But he'll figure it out, he promised.

Albert yawned. “Forget it. He went with you voluntarily. I can’t blame you for anything. Where’s the green-haired gentleman?”

"We all have our own things to do." Clayton said. The werewolf's unhappy mood was reflected in his stomach and intestines. He was a little hungry now.

"It's up to you. You know I've tried my best to persuade you." Albert shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say something, but finally gave up. Maybe fatigue made him lose the enthusiasm to speak.

With a wave of his hand, Albert turned and left the cell, leaving Clayton alone in the spacious cell.

Clayton did not ask Albert to do anything for him, such as taking away the rare items from Halcha, or directly fabricating charges and shooting Halcha, even though he had enough reasons to convince the other party.

On the one hand, he hoped that the matter could be resolved fairly, but on the other hand, doing so would easily implicate the city's police.

When members of Konglione commit crimes in public and are detained by the police, the Black Claws may consider themselves unlucky for the sake of appearances of decency and civility, but if the losses are too great, they will make the perpetrators suffer.

Clayton had no habit of putting people who helped him in trouble, so if anything had to happen, he had to do it himself.

He sat in the corner of the cell, closed his eyes, and used his free time to think.

According to previous reports, Kong Lione attacked important industries of the Sacred Heart Fraternity, and the damage caused was probably several times more than the silver he stole. When the Fraternity reacts, the revenge will be as swift as thunder.

In this situation, every high-level combat force must not be lost. Halcha should be the last killer sent by Kongleone to kill him. After dealing with Halcha, Kongleone should not have much time to deal with him, so he will not leave Sasha City as Sheriff Albert suggested. Now is the best opportunity to investigate.

Basbe.

He will continue to pry into Jeremy Busby's secrets.

Although information from different channels proved that this man was different, his father and brothers always left a deeper impression on him than others.

Clayton thought of Mr. Cuomo, who said that the Sacred Heart Fraternity wanted to revitalize the nobility. From his loud tone, it was clear that the three major families that organized the Sacred Heart Fraternity would definitely not look down on low-level titles. After all, they were going to swallow up a city in one go.

In this era, the status of the title is no longer important among the nobles. A wealthy baron can be more decent and respected than a poor duke.

The title is just a basic admission ticket. For those who have entered, the level of the title is not important. But for those who have not yet entered, that admission ticket is a huge gap.

But this phenomenon is because these aristocratic families have lasted too long, and they made different choices in the face of opportunities of the times.

At least in the generation that was conferred by the king himself, the higher titles were more honorable, and the level of the title was directly linked to the size of the territory. Considering the size of Weiodi, the title they sought was at least an earl.

What the Sacred Heart Fraternity did was to first seize the real power and then grab the title. Clayton thought this was a very safe decision. The only question was whether they could really do it, which he doubted very much.

From what Clayton had observed over the past few days, the operating methods of Viodi and Sasha City were completely different.

It's really a mess here, with no real ruler. Although the Sacred Heart Fraternity has basically infiltrated the government, it is just a giant gang that operates by force with its strength and financial resources.

The government's rule must create social consensus, but Wei Aodi does not have this consensus.

Here, laws and welfare are absent, and even the government itself is absent.

Think about it, for the members of the Sacred Heart Fraternity, their chances of advancement come from the Fraternity, not the government itself. They prefer to show off their membership rather than their official status because they believe that this status is more valuable. The power actually comes from the Fraternity, and the government position is just a formality.

Even those in power look down on the government, so naturally they will not think about building any consensus.

Although there was not a single noble among those in power, their lives were not much different from those of the old nobles.

This approach has no future, because without social consensus, and with a population that matches that of a large city, the cost of ruling here will be very high, very, very high, and will continue to increase. A well-known economist once explained this phenomenon, which is why the old aristocracy eventually returned the governance of the land to the state itself when everyone had extraordinary power, freeing themselves from complicated obligations and only collecting rent.

Clayton did not think that he was smart and had a vision that no one else had. He believed that someone must be able to see this.

Is the Fraternity of the Sacred Heart doing this because they believe they are rich enough, or because they underestimate the cost of ruling? Or is the current situation actually a transitional period and will improve in the future?

Clayton didn't know.

Could Jeremy Busby be the architect of this present order?

His thoughts began to wander again.

This kind of contemplation lasted for an unknown amount of time before a few more footsteps were heard outside the cell.

Clayton looked up and found that it was not Albert who came back. Two unfamiliar policemen came in, pushing a male dwarf. They opened the door of the cell opposite Clayton, pushed the dwarf in, locked the door and left.

Clayton stared at the crown of chili peppers on the dwarf's head, and as his eyes moved down, he rubbed against a necklace of garlic. When he sat down, his swollen belly was wrapped with a piece of pumpkin as abdominal armor.

This person is obviously an extraordinary person.

"Druid?" he asked first.

"uh-huh."

The dwarf looked unhappy, but then again, Clayton had never seen many happy dwarves.

"Are you a guard?"

The dwarf didn't respond, but looked even more unhappy.

Clayton rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a silver shilling, waved it in front of the other man's eyes, then held the coin upright and rolled it across the ground.

The silver coin passed through the ground in the middle of the corridor and rolled through the gap in the fence into the dwarf's cell.

The dwarf moved this time. He stood up fearfully, avoiding the path of the silver coin, then sat down in another place and uttered more greetings.

"Are you an idiot? Don't you know what druids hate the most?"

Clayton shook his head. “The druids I’ve seen write checks very neatly.”

"A check is a check, and money is money." Seeing that Clayton knew little about druids, the dwarf looked less angry.

"You two are quite separate." Clayton said sincerely, "Were you a guard before? I don't think there are many wandering extraordinary people in the East District. What crime did you commit that made them cancel their preferential treatment for you?"

The dwarf stared into his wolf eyes: "I have committed no crime."

"Then how did you get in?"

"You'll have to ask that idiot Gregory. That bastard!" The dwarf took a deep breath. He was more sophisticated than any other dwarf Clayton had ever met. His rage was not reflected in his body, only the blazing anger was burning in his eyes. "I served the damn Sacred Heart Fraternity for two quarters, and because of a word from Gregory, I was locked up here."

"The fucking anarchist coalition government is attacking me, a city integrationist. I've never seen anything so funny in my life!"