Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 461 Silent Spy
After leaving the prison, Clayton first picked a few fat guard dogs to fill their hungry stomachs.

Under the influence of the werewolves' animal power, these little beasts did not make a sound until they were killed.

Having solved the problem of hunger, he rushed to Basby's mansion.

He had been to the East District once before, but was not familiar with the place. Even having a map was of little help. The armed security guards and guards patrolling here were not marked on the map, and the place he wanted to go was not open to the public.

Like the wealthy areas of other cities, even at night, more than one-third of the buildings here still have lights on, and even some buildings providing public entertainment services have a large number of colorful lights decorated outdoors.

The light illuminates the street in front of the building, so security personnel patrolling nearby can get good lighting conditions without carrying lanterns.

Perhaps in response to the worsening situation, the number of patrols outside the East District increased by about one-fifth compared to what Clayton had seen the last time he was here.

The lieutenant wandered quietly, and the stealth skills inherited from his shy ancestors came in handy in this street full of patrols.

The sturdy yet agile figure shuttled through the shadows, sometimes bending in the dark and steamy ditches and bridge tunnels, and sometimes finding an alternative way to climb up to the roof balcony above his head, avoiding every search by the security personnel.

The martial law in the East District seemed strict and complete, but in Clayton's eyes there were still major loopholes.

People in the light are rarely willing to pay attention to the details in the dark. They cannot control their instinct to fear the darkness and just want to stay in the light and in a safe place with their companions.

And when most people think this way, exploring the dark becomes an extraordinary behavior.

Another reason for the loophole is that the security personnel responsible for street safety come from different companies, and there is a problem of personnel transfer without interference in every other block.

Late at night, there are also some important people's carriages coming and going on the streets from time to time. Maybe they are attending a banquet, or maybe they are preparing to go home. The frequent disturbances will make them feel uncomfortable, so if someone passes through the outer blocks, the security personnel inside will not check their documents again.

This accommodation means that once the outermost line of defense is breached, subsequent actions by the invaders will be very easy.

When Clayton was close to the center of the East End, he stopped hiding. He walked around openly holding a stolen lantern, and even asked a security guard for oil and the way to the Bathby Mansion. He was handsome, like a figure from a classical oil painting, and his clothes were high-end goods sent by Norris. No one who saw him suspected that he was a guest from those magnificent houses, so his needs were quickly met.

As for some of the unusual features of him, the security guards were not surprised.

There have been quite a few strange creatures appearing in the heart of the East District recently. They have adapted to the current situation. Although the government document issued this morning explained the dangers and value of those possessed by demons, those possessed who can enter and leave the East District are not commodities that can be sold at will.

The more you experience, the less likely you are to be provoked as easily as the ignorant.

In the eyes of these gunmen, guys who possessed extraordinary powers were all the same. Although the names of these guys were different, such as Wrong Path Practitioners, Mountain Elves, and Demon Possessed People, they all had some characteristics of deformed freaks to a greater or lesser extent. Since mortals could not tell them apart, they simply should not offend them.

However, their tolerance could not win Clayton's respect.

Clayton found it funny to see the large number of gunmen hired by the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

If these rich people spent more of their earnings on making friends, they wouldn't need to spend so much on security.

If the poverty of Berdalabik is due to the fact that Konglione has the will but not the power, then the absurdity of Weiodi is due to the fact that those in power have the power but not the will. Putting aside this difference, the ruling philosophies of both are equally low-level.

The citizens of Viodi have no better choice than to welcome Conrionay or the Brotherhood.

Amid the noisy crows, Clayton arrived at the street opposite Basby's mansion. This was not an ordinary townhouse. There was still some distance from the gatehouse to the main house, but he could already see that there was no light in the house.

There were people patrolling at the door, but they were not ordinary extraordinary people. Instead, they were four priests wearing gray missionary robes. They held a lantern in one hand and a long staff in the other, and walked around here in a regular manner.

Clayton had no doubt that they had a miracle in their grasp, so he chose to climb over the wall rather than go through the front gate.

The walls of Basby Hall were exceptionally high, but thanks to the large tree outside the walls, he managed it.

As for how to get out after climbing in, Clayton didn't think about it. In life, he has always been a person who takes one step at a time. This may be relatively rough compared to his combat style, but he can always land steadily.

Clayton walked quietly, so as not to disturb the resting servants.

There was no Busby in the house, and all the richly decorated bedrooms were empty, as if they had all moved away en masse. When the lieutenant followed his past search style and searched all the way to the private office of a Busby member, an unexpected person showed up there.

A man in dark clothing and without a hat is in this room.

Clayton stood at the door, quietly watching this strange figure standing next to the mahogany bookcase, flipping through documents with his back to him.

He believed that this was not the owner of the room, otherwise the other party should turn on the light instead of holding a windproof match to illuminate.

Moreover, he also recognized the man's scent. "What are you doing here?" the lieutenant asked in a low voice.

The man turned around in shock, revealing a strange face. He stared at Clayton's face, which looked as three-dimensional as a plaster statue in the firelight. His eyes were as unfamiliar as if they were meeting for the first time, but his voice remained calm.

"It's illegal to break into someone's house, sir. You'd better leave here before I yell."

Clayton had heard this before and was not impressed. He walked forward and sat down in a cushioned armchair for guests, using every second of free time to rest and replenish his energy. After finishing the business here, he had to go to another place for a meeting.

"Don't pretend. I don't just judge people by their eyes. You may have changed your appearance, but you forgot to cover up your smell."

Clayton was not in a good mood when he saw the regretful expression on the man's face when he was exposed.

"Tell me, was it my old friend who sent you here?"

The man in front of him was the loyal servant of Norris. In this reunion of old friends, he was the first to see Clayton and sent the old soldier to see his best friend Norris.

The loyal servant who changed his appearance glanced at the door, then turned his gaze back.

"Sir, you ought not to be here now. This is not the time for a visit. For your honour, I beg you not to ask any more questions. Let me do my work in peace."

"Is this important?"

"It is very important to my master. I must finish this task tonight, otherwise the owner of this place might come back tomorrow. They moved here because of the blood they saw in the house a few days ago. This is not a long-term decision."

Clayton looked at the servant, wondering how he could get him to explain what happened to Norris.

"Olanster is preparing to deal with Basbe?"

"It's a little more complicated than that." The loyal servant paused, but still did not explain his master's intentions.

The lieutenant pondered. He originally suspected that Jeremy Basby was Norris, but if that was the case, why did Norris send people to secretly enter the mansion to handle affairs?
Are the two not actually the same person, or is there something that Norris doesn't want the other Busby to know?
Or maybe this servant is not actually carrying out the mission assigned by his master, and his actions at this moment are for personal gain?

"What if I agree to help him?" he asked the servant.

"I can't make the decision."

Clayton smiled, crossed his legs, and leaned back: "Norris concealed his specific work from me. He knew that some things would make me unhappy. For example, he is still in Wei Aodi, for example, he is not a member of Orlanst, but a member of the Basbe family?"

"You really think too much." The servant said. "I dare to swear by everything I believe in and the association I belong to. No matter what kind of magic or strange objects you use to test it, I will be responsible for what I say next. If it is not true, you can take my heart."

He spoke with certainty, but the last part did not treat Clayton as a human being. Clayton frowned and listened to him continue.

"My master did not stay in Viodi. Even if he did not leave on the day we parted, he must have left now."

"And Busby—there is not a drop of Busby blood in my master's body. He could never care about Busby as much as he cares about Orenste. The only reason I am here is because of the work he assigned to me."

"So what's your job?" Clayton asked.

"Eliminate some traces," said Norris's servant, who saw that Clayton was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

"Because of Miss Morgan, we signed some favorable business agreements with the Basby family, which also involved some property transfers. This was not for the purpose of forming a private alliance, but Morgan's grandfather wanted to do his best to obtain the rights and interests of a substantive marriage for his daughter. The exchange of interests can also consolidate the relationship between her and Jeremy. After my master ascended to the position of head of the family, he attached great importance to the division of the family, so he was willing to help them with this."

"This decision has both good and bad sides. Although these things happened a long time ago, and the Basbe family had not yet joined the Brotherhood at that time, if the remaining documents and records fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, they will become evidence to accuse Orlanst of secretly forming an alliance with the Brotherhood, and good intentions will lead to bad consequences."

"My master realized this afterwards, but he couldn't contact Jeremy, and he didn't trust the ability and loyalty of the other members of the Basby family. Their indifference might not be because they were loyal to their friends, but they might simply not know that they still had these documents in their hands."

"When Jeremy Busby was working hard for his start-up company, his relatives were still illiterate. They only began to learn how to be civilized and how to handle business affairs after he became rich."

"They have too many documents in their hands that they themselves cannot understand. If they are asked to handle this matter, even if they are truly loyal to their friends, their low efficiency may cause this matter to take longer to handle and increase the risk of exposure. That's why I was entrusted to come here to secretly find those documents."

This statement made sense, and even though Clayton could not completely trust Norris's servant, he did not increase his suspicion of him.

"Have you found the documents now?"

"Only part of it, but if I am not disturbed in my work I shall certainly find it to-night," was the reply.