The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 551 Channels
“This is terrible. We’ve done so many disgraceful things, and the church is pinning this bad thing on us that has nothing to do with us.”

In the nominal residence of the Dominion family—a desolate house lacking servants—the ghost stands up for the forest spirit.

Although the Easter Island tomb raiding gang has long been employed by the Elders, with most of the cemetery property rights falling into Elder Fisher's hands, they have less and less work to do and have recently planned to withdraw from Sasha City completely.

“That’s why I hate Wonderland,” Gloria said coldly. Across from her, Julius kept his eyes closed, trying to avoid the intermittent dementia that often results from repeatedly forgetting things after observing ghosts.

“The Wonderland means uncontrollability, and there are old adversaries who should have died long ago. First, those conservative druids who emerged from the Wonderland assassinated the Queen, and then this Book of the Earth, each of which nearly brought my career to ruin.”

Julius coughed twice: "Wait, when was the Queen assassinated? Why wasn't it reported in the newspapers?"

“It was at four o’clock on March 1st, on a train traveling in the suburbs. I was there,” the ghost said kindly. It had always been Gloria’s most trusted spy. “The entire train was overturned by their fight, but no one else died except for the attackers.”

"At four o'clock in the afternoon on March 1st, on a train traveling in the suburbs, the ghost was there," Gloria repeated her old friend's words so that her son would not forget.

“If the Queen doesn’t intend to make this public, isn’t it a secret that’s being kept? How can you tell us?” Julius asked again.

“Darling, a secret known to more than thirteen people isn’t a secret,” Ghost said in a sweet, cloying tone.

Gloria repeated her old friend's words, even using the same form of address, which gave Julius goosebumps, but she herself seemed completely unfazed.

Then she asked the wizard, "By the way, what are you doing here? Aren't you working for Clayton Bello?"

“It’s nothing, Bellow suggested I come here,” Julius said awkwardly.

Clayton believes this companionship helps improve his relationship with his family, but that's probably a misjudgment.

"What does he want you to find out? Am I angry that he notified the church before he notified me?"

"No, I'm afraid he doesn't want to know anything."

"That's really weird."

Hearing the family's conversation, the ghost chuckled strangely beside them: "Gloria, you should be kinder to your child, because he has a bright future."

“Unfortunately, I never fantasize about things that haven’t happened,” Gloria categorically denied. “How many seeds does a large tree produce each year? Hundreds? Thousands? Can it expect every offspring to become a towering tree?”

Upon hearing such remarks, Julius could hardly contain himself. He suddenly opened his eyes and said, "You probably never thought that I might turn against you because of these words."

He thought his words were strong enough, but Gloria remained indifferent.

"Of course you can do what you want. If you succeed, it means it's time for me to wither away. But you shouldn't say these things to me. If you harbor hostility towards me, that's very reckless. As punishment, quickly refill my teacup."

Julius angrily picked up the teapot to serve her, but the aroma of the tea as he poured it was unlike any tea he knew.

"What is this thing?" he asked angrily.

Gloria raised her cup and sipped her tea, then let out a satisfied sigh. Delicate white flowers bloomed happily among her leaf-colored hair, making her look like a beautiful forest goddess—a role she had indeed held intermittently.

“Urea,” the goddess answered the question.

Julius was speechless. He slammed the teapot down: "I should go."

“No, you can’t leave yet,” Gloria said. The ghost beside her had disappeared sometime earlier; it might have just said goodbye, but Julius had forgotten.

"The book's abilities are mostly consistent with Clayton's guess, except for the last point—whether its demise or the death of its holder can trigger a disruption of natural forces remains unknown."

"What does this have to do with me?"

“I can’t find Drunkard Charlie. The Ghost knows, but it can’t tell me because fewer than thirteen people know where Drunkard Charlie is. And apart from me, none of the other elders have a reason to deal with him. The druids and darkin, though powerful, might not be able to handle him, because Drunkard Charlie is a very cunning man. You must inform Clayton that if he sees him, it’s better to let him escape than to fight him.” “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have time for this; the declining revenue at the apothecary is already troubling him enough,” Julius said.

“Perhaps,” Gloria said noncommittally. “I will ask Ms. Barbara to handle this secretly. This is her last errand in Sasha City, and then we will have to ask her to leave. It just so happens that Jonrad has a job out of town for her. You two know each other, so you can say goodbye one last time. That way, you might be able to maintain this friendship in the future.”

Julius frowned. "Oh, is she already at that stage?"

"Not yet, but we need to get her out of here soon so she won't associate it with that reason and hold a grudge."

The so-called "that stage" refers to the stage when the progenitor of vampires began to be deeply corrupted by the curse and further lost her rationality. This was too dangerous for others, and even Lin Jing could not suppress the curse on her indefinitely, so she had to leave.

"What a pity, I will go and see her."

In the afternoon, in the vast back courtyard of Xinjiani Women's College, a new custom was observed—a gunshot rang out, followed by billowing white smoke and flames.

However, the gunshots attracted the attention of a serious-looking female teacher, who demanded that the gunman stop shooting immediately.

"Enough, Miss Bellow. You've fired almost as many shots this week as everyone else combined. Gunfire is harmful, and I don't want to write to your uncle to tell him that his niece's eyes have been ruined by gunfire from all that shooting!"

Donna sighed and handed the pistol to the female teacher, then returned to the area further ahead with her close female companions.

There were no targets or powder kegs there, only boring parasols, deck chairs, and small cakes.

"I really don't understand. There are shooting and sword lessons here, but why do they only teach the basics? Most of the gunpowder is damp, and nobody seems to care. It's like the teachers don't want us to learn these courses at all. But if they don't want us to learn, why do they offer these courses in the first place?"

The shooting instructor here isn't as good a shot as her, and the swordsmanship instructor can't beat her either. She's definitely a top student in both of those subjects, but the teachers don't care about those subjects the most, and therefore don't acknowledge her as a leader, which makes her very resentful.

“I think they keep these two courses simply because of tradition,” Miss Lant said.

She was completely cured, her voice clear and bright, without a single cough: "In the past, some noblewomen also needed to fight, so schools offered these courses. But now, no lady needs to do these disreputable things to gain benefits. I heard that if Her Majesty the Queen hadn't also practiced swordsmanship and archery, they would have abolished these two courses."

"This is a scam!" Donna exclaimed angrily.

Alice laughed, perhaps finding the idea too amusing.

"This world is becoming dangerous, I'm not kidding, everyone should learn how to fight!" The little witch was a bit tired. She really wasn't good at dealing with silly people. You could say that Alice was a silly friend she had made out of necessity. Although they had developed a sincere friendship, she sometimes couldn't stand Alice's carefree attitude.

"Haha. Oh, I meant sorry." Alice's smile faded, and she looked somewhat aggrieved. "But I really didn't feel anything."

That's because you're either at home or at school.

"Has anything happened recently?" Miss Lant asked.

When it comes to being well-informed, no one can compare to Donna Bello. She can write three letters to her uncle a week and receive three more, and she has many birds willing to be her spies.

"There's an increase in people suffering from moon ecstasy on the streets," Donna said seriously. "You'd better stay indoors at night and avoid moonlight."

Both of her close friends trusted her abilities and immediately agreed.

That evening, Donna made the same suggestion to the others. Some listened, but many more didn't take it seriously. For them, the worst of winter was over, and the spring evenings were perfect for a walk.

Donna couldn't do anything about them; all she could do was ensure her friends were safe.

After dinner time, the elderly servant brought the letters, and surprisingly, Donna, Lant, and Alice each received one.

They took the letter back to their dormitory, each opened and read it. After reading, they looked up at the same time, because they all realized that the contents of the letter they had received should be shared.

(End of this chapter)