The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 559 Blood Sword

A friend was being entertained in the Dominion family’s humble abode.

“I really want that book,” Sir Jonard said bluntly. “I am entitled to it.”

He is indeed qualified. He is neither a druid nor a darkborn, and he also has a noble status. He was a Privy Council advisor during the reign of the previous emperor. If Gloria wishes to use the Book of the Earth without affecting her relationship with the royal family, then supporting him is the best option.

Gloria sat on the other side of the round table, still dressed in a black dress, her body sinking into the soft velvet cushions.

Compared to the resolute Jazz, she seemed as still as a stagnant pool.

“Daiss, I’m glad you remembered to inform me of this, rather than after Ms. Barbara handed you the book.”

"Ha, you already know. I knew I couldn't hide it from you." That's what he said, but Sir Jonard showed no shame for his private actions.

Barbara now works for him, and although he has temporarily lent the vampire to Gloria, she will still obey his orders.

“I won’t be angry about this. The power of the Book of Earth is of no benefit to me. It’s good enough that it doesn’t fall into the hands of the Church. That airship is enough. I don’t want anything else that could disrupt the druid’s life.”

Even if Gloria lived a long time, she would never get used to seeing the priests' arrogant attitude.

“Perhaps I should apologize again—for Akzi,” the knight said.

Devil Owl is Gloria's subordinate. A large part of the reason he was able to obtain the position of security chief is that the druids needed him to deal with that airship. A mature Devil Owl is an extremely powerful monster that can tear through soft alloy gasbags that bullets cannot penetrate with its claws, forcing the airship to land.

Lin Jing had no intention of rebelling, but she also needed to consider the worst-case scenario.

When the old story was brought up again, Gloria was still not angry: "His death was a pity, but it was the consequence of his own choice."

Until his death, Akchi remained in the sub-adult stage and had not grown to the point of being able to threaten the airship.

He himself hindered his growth, abandoning this power. Because once he became the complete form of the Demon Owl, his body could no longer maintain its human form; most human pleasures would be out of his reach, and power and status would naturally be out of the question—a person wearing a bird's head mask could at least command others, but a pure bird...
Akzi was unwilling to truly shoulder that unique responsibility and even tried to escalate the conflict between humans and Darkin to elevate his own status. After seeing this, Des Jonard decided to kill him.

It was Gloria's mistake not to see Akzi's ambition; she was somewhat slow to grasp this aspect.

“However,” Gloria’s tone softened, “your idea is too radical and will definitely clash with many nobles, making the road ahead difficult. But I would not say it is a mistake. In the current situation, perhaps it is time to let them take on their responsibilities again.”

Jonard's eyes were mocking: "Are you so sure my road ahead will be difficult? Maybe I have more supporters than you think. After all, not many people are willing to admit they're useless. At least ninety percent of men believe they're in the top forty percent, and women will humbly say they're only slightly prettier than average. If you only listen to people's self-introductions, there are no mediocre men or ugly women in this world."

Lin Jing corrected him quickly: "I misspoke. Your future is bright."

"This is what I want to hear."

"A compliment?" Gloria's tone was not without a hint of teasing.

“Of course!” The old knight raised his eyebrows. “When I was young, I heard a lot of stories about forest fairies guiding poor boys to become kings or at least sons-in-law of kings. Now that you have finally become a fairy in the traditional stories, I have to ask for a blessing. If you work hard, you might be able to get a crown before you die.”

Gloria chuckled a few times, but the smile vanished as she clasped her hands together on the table.

"You really think you can use this as leverage?"

“It’s not a bargaining chip; it’s a farmer’s hoe, a carpenter’s saw, the most direct tool. But even without it, I have to keep going. Sasha is my starting point; the nobles must return to their position as swordsmen.”

"That might not work. Her Majesty the Queen is not the same as her father. You may have gained her father's trust, but that won't make her agree with your views. She will first bestow favors on her supporters, many of whom you will certainly consider mediocre."

The knight, holding his teacup, sneered: "For the sake of profit, she should agree to remove those substandard products. If she continues to condone the weakness of the nobility, it will eventually harm the royal family."

He paused, then abruptly said, "I suspect Kunti is one of her people."

Mayor Kunti is an outsider who has not lived in the city for 15 years and has not married a local family member. Sasha City, as an autonomous city, prefers to select leaders from among the locals, so his appointment this time is actually a departure from the norm.

Of course, his methods for winning votes were all open and reasonable, and there was nothing to criticize. It was just that the sudden failure of the unspoken rules was surprising.

Moreover, Kunti's father served the Queen, a fact he made no attempt to conceal. If Kunti were a hereditary nobleman, his influence in Sasha would surpass that of Des Joanrad.

“It’s possible, but unlikely. When he settled in Sasha, King Heron IV was still young,” Gloria said.

Jonrad shook his head: "His Majesty was still alive when he came to Sasha."

The emperor he referred to was the late Emperor, Prince Daït II.

If Mayor Kunti was sent by Deit II, then his daughter, after inheriting everything, could certainly bring Kunti under her control.

"Don't forget, my initial purpose in coming to Sasha City was to monitor you, but His Majesty no longer trusted me as he used to, and I couldn't guarantee that I was the only person he sent."

Gloria withdrew her arms and crossed them to her chest.

“Des, if Kunti is one of Heron IV’s men, then you shouldn’t be fighting for that Book of the Earth.”

“No, I’m not considering whether this will offend the Queen’s envoy or her personally. I need to deal with some challengers who can’t be dealt with by violence first,” Jonard said. “As the image of the late Emperor has faded in the hearts of the people, my influence has also diminished. Some dim-witted nobles dare to unite against me, and I have to teach them a lesson. If I can’t defeat them with the young men I have my eye on, then the true superiority of the nobility is meaningless.”

Lin Jing gave up trying to persuade her and changed the subject to talking about the Knight of High Rock.

"If you need that book, you should speak with Sir Franklin. We can't give you the help you need, but the Knights can."

A look of disdain crossed Jonrad's face; his past experiences made him resistant to this idea.

"Ever since that bloody incident that led to the disbandment of the Death Squad, everyone who has heard of it sees us as cursed. No knightly order welcomes us old guys, and I doubt they will change their minds now."

"Perhaps the Dark Moon will influence their judgment. Moreover, your suggestion is very beneficial to them. The Knights' succession is different from ordinary hereditary succession. The Knights' standards are higher, but the upper limit for promotion is lower. They also dislike those weak hereditary nobles. If a few can be removed, they would be happy to fill the gaps."

Gloria's suggestion made Des Joanrad squint and think for a moment before reluctantly agreeing:

"Okay, I'll talk to him. But you have to support me on other things."

This world is dangerous.

The more powerful Barbara becomes, the clearer this understanding becomes.

Life without Perrault was not easy; she had more and more money, but she had to worry about everything.

With her changed identity, she came into contact with another world where people were no longer satisfied with just being fed, clothed, and having their children educated. They began to seek other things that they considered valuable and were willing to fight for them.

Barbara couldn't understand these things yet.

Even with a new house and new clothes, she hasn't completely abandoned her old way of life.

She was used to cooking for the children whenever she had free time, but because she had lost her sense of taste, she could only make things that tasted terrible.

It was just as bad as everything else.

The children have money and don't need to work; they do nothing all day. She knows this is wrong, but she doesn't know how to change the situation.

Barbara didn't know what to do either.

Having satisfied her blood addiction, she had almost no other desires. Now she was like a heartless sword, needing someone to wield it to be effective. The job offered by Sir Joan Lard provided her with temporary refuge.

In this life, only Clayton Bello felt particularly close to her; he was an important new friend in her new life, not only because he had taught her how to fight.

Last year, Mr. Bello was busy educating his children, and this year, Mr. Bello is still busy educating his children.

They are quite similar in this respect—she has also tried to educate her children, but she doesn't quite know how, and she hasn't given up yet.

Even after becoming a Darkin, Clayton Bello still finds enjoyment in ordinary life and takes it for granted, something she longs for but cannot do.