The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 589 Opening Ceremony
Charlie's death resolved many issues.

Des Joan Lard promised to get the book from Courles before the end of the horse races, and Mrs. Clyber confirmed Charles's death and paid two thousand pounds.

Now Clayton can focus on his refereeing duties and dealing with Cules without any distractions.

Only Julius was unhappy. He had taken on the job with the drunk Charlie, but he missed it because of his job with Clayton. Not only did he lose a chance to fight, but he could only get a 5% commission, which made him quite depressed.

And at that very moment—breakfast time—Donna was telling him and Joseph about what had happened the day before, her voice tinged with pride.

when.

Julius tapped his fork on his plate and looked up at Donna: "Seriously? Charlie offered you a bribe, and you're already planning to let him go, even questioning your uncle about it? He was the one who first mentioned that Charlie would continue to cause trouble if he lived, and you just thought he wouldn't cause you any more trouble, without considering those who are powerless to resist Charlie. Honestly, I don't know who has a stronger sense of justice between you and Clayton."

When he finished his first question, Donna's face visibly flushed.

Towards the end, her chest heaved violently, and her legs involuntarily stood up. Her yellow eyes glared fiercely at Julius, but unlike her uncle's, they were not intimidating.

Donna didn't do anything to Julius. Two seconds later, she suddenly turned around, lowered her head, and rushed out of the restaurant.

Everyone could hear her sniffling.

“You’re really heartless, Julius, to ruin breakfast time like that,” Clayton Bello remarked, before happily munching on a fried egg.

He didn't take it to heart. It's not unusual for a girl her age to cry once a day, and as Julius said, she did make some cognitive errors, and crying helps with the correct memory.

Julius shrugged and picked up his fork again to stab the sausage in the plate.

Joseph, seeing their nonchalant attitude, knew he couldn't count on them, so he hurriedly stuffed all the food on his plate into his mouth, jumped off his chair, and chased after them out of the restaurant on his short legs.

“They seem to have become good friends,” Clayton said happily. “Clara will definitely be going to comfort Donna in a bit, so you’d better watch out. If you keep being such a nuisance, you’ll soon become the public enemy of this house.”

"I didn't come here to be a leader of children."

Julius chewed slowly, as he always did, thinking about other things while eating, making him stand out from the other people in the restaurant.

After Clayton finished his meal, he pulled a bell, and a servant brought in a hot, ironed newspaper, the strong smell of ink filling the entire dining room.

Julius shuddered and snapped out of his thoughts.

"You really like to make yourself miserable."

“We’ve already agreed to a duel on April 1st. He should have some sense of honor, at least keep quiet for these three days.”

"Unfortunately, I've looked through some old news about Kules, and he wasn't such a magnanimous person."

Caroline Courles flew into a rage when a tenant farmer made a sarcastic remark behind his back. In the winter, he sent men to demolish the farmer's barn—which theoretically belonged to him—and forbade the farmer to repair it. As a result, the farmer's sheep and chickens, which he had bought on loan, froze to death. He became destitute and had no chance of repaying his debts. His family was torn apart, and he went mad, wandering to an unknown place.

"But what can he do? That noisy guy can't go any further with his insults. I'm used to being slandered. And didn't you and the druids take the racehorses to receive purification from the Heavenly Mountain Choir yesterday? And you even published it in the newspaper as I asked. I'm sure people will think better of me after seeing this report."

Clayton's words were eloquent, but just seconds later, he blushed as much as Donna had a few minutes earlier.

The Bello bloodline is really exaggerated. Julius didn't say that out loud.

This time, the werewolf didn't shout or yell. His face, staring at the newspaper, showed a mixture of anger, disgust, and resistance. He only managed to utter a few muffled curses.

But as he read on, he eventually roared.

"I'm going to grind him up and stuff him into sausages!"

He clutched the newspaper tightly in his hand, almost tearing it to shreds, but in the end he restrained himself. He simply got up and paced back and forth in the restaurant, suppressing his anger through repetitive actions, which aroused Julius's curiosity.

"Is this a new trick?"

"He's not just attacking me now, he's started insulting my female friends. He's saying Charlotte is my mistress!"

“Charlotte is indeed easy to misunderstand. She’s pretty, and you’ve treated her too well, as if you have a close relationship with her. Most people can’t see her professional competence, but common sense dictates that most women don’t have much professional competence either,” Julius said honestly.

“I have no feelings for her at all! She’s just a little girl; she wasn’t even twenty when I met her.” Clayton stopped angrily. “Not just her, but Mary Etta too.”

The wizard nodded: "That guy certainly knows how to pick people. Miss Aita is a beauty, and she's also very dignified. However, she has a problem with not recognizing people properly, and love is almost impossible for her. People who know her probably wouldn't believe she has a lover."

"Barbara!"

"Let alone others, I also suspect your relationship. You've acted together quite a few times."

“Julius.” Clayton’s anger subsided for a moment, and he stared at the wizard: “I don’t care what misunderstandings you have about me and Lady Barbara, but the object of love should at least be a living being.”

He took a breath and continued, "And it's not just Barbara, that bastard also spread rumors that my niece is actually my illegitimate daughter."

“Kretsia? I’ve never met her mother. I heard she came to this house before, but you kicked Clara and me out that day. I don’t know why.”

Clayton frowned, then slammed his hand on the table. He was very displeased with Julius's attitude.
"What's going on? Out of so many rumors, you actually agree with half of them. Do you have a problem with me?"

男巫举起双手：“请原谅，我是很愿意相信你的，但在魏奥底的时候，你在办正事之余居然还有精力在黑爪氏族勾搭了一个情人，导致自己在孔里奥奈的那座大城堡里被揍个半死，这实在让我.印象深刻。” “哈哈哈。”

Clayton laughed, but his expression didn't look like one. He threw the newspaper at Julius's face: "I don't deny what happened in Weiod, but since you believe him so much, why don't you look at the last name?"

Julius pulled the newspaper off his face and jumped to the last paragraph.

Among the many lovers of Clayton Bello reported in this article, there is a name he is familiar with (though not really familiar with).

Gloria.

Sizzle————

The newspaper was torn in two by the wizard.

“If you believe him, then I’m your new father,” Clayton said with a sneer.

Julius ran his fingers through his long hair, hissed, and his face contorted as if under immense pressure.

Clayton bent down beside him: "Tell her to help clarify the facts. She's also a victim of this rumor, so we can't just pretend we don't know."

"But she can really pretend she doesn't know."

Julius's tone was desperate: "Those who know her well know it's fake, and those who don't know her have no power to influence her. Even if they could, she could just die, change her identity, and then everything about Gloria would be over for her. If you want her to help you clarify the facts, it will definitely not be without a price."

Clayton sighed, patted his new son on the shoulder sympathetically, and then stood up straight again.

"However, these rumors do reveal some information: someone who knows me well has definitely provided intelligence to Sir Kules."

Everyone else is one thing, but Barbara?
If we exclude their contact with Zhewo, they didn't spend much time together and could almost be considered to have no connection. Few people in Sasha City could connect them.

"It seems at least two more duels are needed," he said.

On the first morning of the horse racing event, the roads leading out of the city were already very congested.

Countless heads moved along the road.

As early as the night before, the hotels in the city were already fully booked.

Reading and horse racing are both important aspects of Sasha's culture, and people of all ages look forward to this grand event.

A large number of carriages followed the crowd out of the city. In addition to the vehicles of the wealthy, some carriages belonged to merchants who brought out goods such as newspapers, food, portable chairs, tablecloths, and flags to sell at prices higher than usual. Because the competition was approaching, the atmosphere was high and people usually did not protest against the price increases.

Clayton Bello also arrived outside the city early in a carriage. Their carriage stopped at the place Donna and her friends had arranged, and after greeting their father, they let the girls go about their own business.

Mr. Yasser and his wife soon went to the stands, and Mr. Melcher still looked worried as he accompanied Clayton and Julius.

“My friend, I assure you, you won’t see a headless corpse today,” Clayton reassured his new friend.

"Not because of Charlie."

Melcher scratched his forehead impatiently: "Derren said Sir Koules would be here today."

"Have you read today's newspaper? If you have, you'll know that no matter when he comes, I'll confront him first."

"It must feel terrible to be slandered."

“It’s going to get worse soon.” Clayton glanced at the crowd approaching the stadium, including newspaper vendors. “I just hope no one comes up to me while I’m working and asks if the love stories in the newspapers are true, or I really can’t control my temper.”

"No headless corpses?"

"There's no body, but there might be a dozen or so teeth missing."

They chatted as they arrived at the stables, where they gave the horses a final check-up, and found them to be in good condition.

Compared to Melcher, Clayton was somewhat looking forward to Kules' arrival, eager to know how the man would feel after learning that all the horses had been purified.

He wouldn't allow himself to be the only one feeling bad while reading the newspaper today.

At 11:00 a.m., the strong racehorses and riders were already in position at the starting line. The staff lit the signal fires, and crowds gathered along the track, waiting for Clayton's command from the platform to start the race.

The numerous thin, long columns of smoke rising into the sky brought Clayton unparalleled satisfaction.

At this moment, he completely forgot about Caroline Courles and only wanted to enjoy the present moment wholeheartedly.

Melcher stood beside him, his gaze sweeping across the front row with the best view of the track. Kules hadn't arrived yet, but Delren had no reason to give him false information. He noticed several nobles in the crowd who were usually on good terms with Kules whispering amongst themselves, clearly Kules's absence was also an unexpected situation for them.

So where exactly is Kules?
He was battling bird droppings.

(End of this chapter)