Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 463: Fragrance in the Dark Room
The shock that the body of the ascetic Mhlanga brought to Julius did not last long. He held himself to a strict standard and would never stay in a depressed mood for a long time.

For wizards, there is nothing more terrible than weakness, as this mentality will seriously reduce their magical power.

Mhlanga's death means nothing.

The only things that could lead to his death were traps or his own mistakes, but they were all the same thing.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity had been hunting down the Nightingales that had infiltrated Weodi. Mhlanga was already the last living Nightingale, and now the Fraternity had finally succeeded.

Julius calmed down. The pituitary glands of these half-wizards were waiting for him to deal with. Corruption might affect their subsequent functions. He needed to get complete alchemical equipment as soon as possible to make them into potions and then conduct experiments on animals.

Just a few steps out of the hospital, he saw two people carrying a corpse down from a horse-drawn trailer. Among these two people, Julius saw a familiar face.

"You are Stuart. I remember you."

The two men were walking straight towards the hospital gate, but they stopped when they heard these words.

The man standing on the left was Winston Jean Stewart, an old military acquaintance of Clayton Bello's - a less friendly one, now a member of the notorious tomb-robbing group "Easter Island", whom they had met not long ago in Gevaux.

By the way, Easter Island is now receiving funding from the Elders Council of Sasha City.

For this reason, Julius felt very close to Winston.
In contrast, Winston's face was not very good. He raised a hand to signal Julius not to talk to him now, and then continued to work with his companions to carry the body into the hospital.

After a while, he and his companion came out of the hospital. The other one tossed a coin in his hand and walked towards the pub at the other end of the street, while Winston walked straight towards Julius.

Julius took the initiative to turn around and lead him to an empty street corner to talk.

"Who are you?" Winston asked warily, his peripheral vision scanning the surroundings as he spoke.

Julius did not answer his question immediately:

“Are you still serving Easter Island?”

Winston remembered who it was when he heard the voice, but his tone was still stiff and rigid like a stone: "No change, indeed. What do you want?"

"I need some equipment. Maybe you can get it for me." Julius said
Winston took Julius back to the nest - that's what he called the place where he lived. This piece of land was near the black market in the West District. It was a loophole in the city planning. There were not many brick houses, only a large number of shacks gathered here. Dwarves and Yankees with daggers and short sticks were everywhere, but it was unexpectedly quiet.

It wasn't until Winston led Julius down a downward staircase that he learned the meaning of the name Lair.

Once underground, people were shoulder to shoulder, and the hot air they exhaled kept the underground climate stuck in summer.

There are all kinds of entertainment facilities such as brothels, casinos, bars, and billiard halls. The prices are in line with the income level of nearby residents, and the service level is also in line with the charging standards. People gather happily underground like the Morel people, using the little money they have left to experience the luxurious and extravagant enjoyment of the rich as much as possible.

Some call this depravity, others call it deplorable fairness.

Julius declined to comment.

He thought it was a waste of time to think about these things unless the money would go into his pocket.

When they arrived underground - Winston's base, after some explanation, Julius also figured out why the people from Easter Island were here.

Fisher, the old ghoul in the Presbyterian Church, bought more cemeteries last month, so there were fewer jobs that required grave robbers. Even going to Fisher's site to work required a handling fee. In order to ensure his income, Winston applied to work in Viodi.

The last time he reported on his actions in Gevorg, it fell into the hands of upper-level figures in the Council of Elders because it involved supernatural powers. His noble identity was thus discovered by Baron Jonrad. Easter Island probably originally wanted to use his identity to do something on his own, so he concealed this fact, but now he can't hide it anymore.

The Baron believes that noble blood should be given more opportunities, so Winston is now considered a half-Presbyterian.

He went to the hospital to sell corpses today not because he wanted to go back to his old business, but to investigate the financial situation of people inside the hospital to see if there was any opportunity.

Before leaving, the Council of Elders allocated a sum of money for Winston's operations here. As long as he could develop additional smuggling routes, he would have a share of every transaction in the future. If he could find three, Baron Jonrad promised to help him return to the upper class.

Knowing that the Elders' Council had long intended to take action against Wei Aodi, Julius couldn't help but feel relieved.

Even better, the equipment he wanted was now lying quietly in the lair. Winston had developed an ally in Goldsmith Street in the South District, a man who usually sold stolen goods for jewellery thieves. They planned to remove the gems from the jewellery, use the cheaper silver to recast into new jewellery, and use aqua regia to melt the more expensive gold that was more difficult to falsify in the account books, and then ship the solution out in the name of potion.

In order to prepare a potion that could melt gold, they happened to have a set of experimental equipment in a secret studio.

And it's brand new.

In the crude laboratory built in the nest, Julius ran his fingers over the glass and iron instruments, as well as the lovely gas stove, feeling happy. The haze that had shrouded his mind after seeing Mhlanga's body completely dissipated.

If only he could create a potion powerful enough to allow him to ascend to the copper ring, the world would be very different.

"I know Hazel is jealous of me, and he should be jealous of me." He murmured, his hands still moving skillfully, throwing three pieces of the mad wizard's pituitary gland into the grinding mortar.

Farley Mammon Hazel, this name suddenly occurred to him.

This man brought him more fear than Mhlanga. Mhlanga only showed him his own death, while Hazel showed him Julius' death, and maybe Hazel was also responsible for Mhlanga's death.

However, Hazel was a talent discovered by the academy's tutors among the poor, so she could only learn the Stone Gate School's self-defense skills, which had a blocked future, to resist curses and poisons for those in power or the rich, and to create economic value for Strass.

The essence of magic is to establish connections, but the self-defense techniques of the Shimen School rely on severing connections to achieve a powerful protective effect, so it is impossible to reach the ultimate level.

In the eyes of those who intended to drink the divine blood, the wizards of the Stone Gate School were nothing more than human-shaped amulets, and their future depended entirely on the person they depended on. Julius turned the grinding pestle, crushing the gray-red soft tissue into pieces, leaving some clear liquid at the bottom of the glass bowl, soaking the shriveled dregs.

"Hazel is like a little wife who has found her good husband. He can be rampant for a while, but his life is destined to decay, while the essence of my life will become more and more brilliant." He thought to himself, placed a layer of filter on the beaker, and then poured all the contents of the mortar into it.

The residue remained in the filter, and the oil-like liquid gradually seeped in. Julius removed the filter and dripped two drops of light red hemolytic agent into it to reduce the rejection reaction. The two different colored liquids immediately became compatible as soon as they touched each other.

All reactions are clearly visible through the glass wall.

So beautiful.

Seeing this scene, Julius was amazed in his heart, and in an instant he completely forgot about Hazel.

Medicine and witchcraft are an inseparable couple, and alchemy is the witness priest between them.

And he loved them all.

Julius was working engrossedly in this well-equipped secret room until Winston suddenly broke open the door.

"My friend who is a tour guide told me that five guards are coming to arrest us. He is taking them on a detour, but it will only take seven or eight minutes at most."

The impoverished nobleman spoke quickly but not in a panic. He became very calm when facing a known threat. "Unfortunately, it seems that my goldsmith friend has betrayed me - will you shoot?"

Julius took off his gloves and turned to look at him.

"So soon? Didn't your plan to steal the gold just begin?"

"I don't know either. I haven't touched the gold I planned to buy yet. But they specifically asked for the goldsmith's friend, so it must be for this matter. There are five of them, and I can get two more helpers. As long as we are well prepared, the chances of winning are not small. Except for the tour guides around them, no one knows who they are. If we kill them, our business can continue."

As he spoke, Winston threw a flintlock pistol over, which Julius caught and then gently placed on the table beside him.

This is obviously not an attitude of agreeing to join the war.

"I roughly know what they are looking for. I don't recommend that you use force to resolve this matter. The result of winning the battle may be worse than losing."

"How can you be so sure?"

Even though Julius was the son of Elder Grogne, Winston did not completely trust the wizard. He would not put his life in the hands of others.

"Since your plan has not yet started, they can only come for my plan." Julius said, putting the extracted substance into a short test tube and stuffing it into his pocket.

Winston frowned, and tightened his grip on the gun. "You know the goldsmith, too?"

"No, but the guards will trace the crime committed by me and your old friend to Goldsmith Street."

old friend?
Winston's mood worsened.

"Clayton Bello? What on earth did you do?"

"We took away about 120,000 pounds worth of silver," Julius said lightly. "If he hadn't caused such a bloodbath at the scene that our local accomplices were so scared that they left overnight, you would probably have heard about this great feat in your lair."

Winston's face twitched.

As a noble, he naturally investigated the local supernatural forces and had a rough understanding of the complicated relationships among these locals.

Last night, Kong Lione attacked many of the Friendship Society's properties. The huge losses would make many big shots faint from tears.

At this time, they naturally thought of the silver they had purchased in response to the war against the Darkin. All that silver was entrusted to the Basbe family. As long as they could take back the silver for emergency use, there would still be hope for a turnaround.

Then Basbe told them that the silver had also been robbed the night before.

It would be strange if the members of the fraternity were not crazy.

No wonder the guards came so quickly.

If they really fight to the death, I'm afraid the people in the Friendship Society will be more convinced that the silver was lost through this channel.

As Julius said, not only should they not fight, they should show weakness.

No one cares about petty crimes now; the fraternity guys just want their money back.

Winston and Julius walked to the surface base. He watched the guards knocking on the door and came in tiredly. He watched Julius, who had disguised his appearance, go up to talk to them. He watched him package himself as a doctor who was fired by the Medical Union for excessive treatment methods, and then diagnosed the guards' physical conditions for free. He watched him speak eloquently and package those equipment as enema instruments. Finally, he watched the guards wave goodbye to him.
"I'm glad that respecting doctors is still a common consensus." Julius smiled and looked at the door that was still open after the guard left.

Free medical care is an indispensable condition for persuading Konoe.

"Thank you," Winston said sincerely. If Julius had not caused the trouble, he would probably have been more sincere.

Julius turned back and said, "If you feel bad about this, why not do me a favor? I want to contact the Orlanst family as a member of the Easter Island. This will make things much easier for me."

Winston didn't know that his identity as a tomb robber was also an advantage, but he agreed anyway.