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Julius was noncommittal and even nodded slightly.

"That's right, they have nothing to do with Bracola. But how do you explain that there are so many devils among your serving mentors?"

"Devils also have good ones, and our Principal Fatia is a unicorn." Donna said.

As we all know, unicorns are the purest of creatures.

With such a boss, the devil must be restrained.

But this could not help but surprise Clayton, who interrupted the conversation: "Donna, so you were studying in Bracola before?"

"That's right."

"So you learned your grammar from a horse?"

Donna's expression fell apart.

"Uncle, Principal Fatia is a unicorn! She is wiser than most humans!" As soon as she said this, she suddenly realized that this might be a turning point, and asked with some expectation: "So you know that I am a witch , so what happened in high school..."

"You have to go." Clayton refused her sternly:

"You can't be an uneducated witch. I don't want you to end up marrying a nouveau riche for this reason in the future. Marrying a wizard who can only speak toads will not get my blessing."

Julius was still smiling sarcastically in front of him, but his smile disappeared after hearing the last sentence.

"I think you have a very serious prejudice against male spellcasters. Our use of toad venom as medicine is supported by the basic principles of alchemy. This is not just a toad."

Clayton snorted without apologizing.

The wizard sighed, stood up and opened his hands towards them: "I think we should all calm down. Now is the time to concentrate our strength. Miss, do you know what kind of trouble your uncle is in? ?”

"certainly."

Donna glanced at Clayton and couldn't help but flinch at the thought that he was a werewolf, but she insisted on speaking out her thoughts.

"I think his predicament is related to the devil in the study. It's very common for people who are tempted by devils to have bad luck."

Clayton cleared his throat: "Donna, have you met Clara?"

"That's still a woman?!"

Clara is a female name. Donna received this information sensitively and her expression changed. Such cases are not uncommon: "Uncle, you must not listen to the words of a beautiful woman. Her body is invisible. You see It’s just the body possessed by it, and there will be no good end to being tempted by the devil.”

"Donna!"

Clayton's pale face finally gained some color: "Don't be stupid, Clara is not what you imagined. I know what kind of disasters the devil can cause, but she is an exception. You will know it if you see her. "

He didn't want to talk about Clara anymore, lest Donna make irrational judgments due to misunderstanding.

"The purpose of our coming to Gevo is to solve this problem." Clayton showed her the necklace: "The jewelry of bad luck has smoothed my luck, and its power is still gradually increasing. I can feel the bad things around me getting worse and worse. More and more are coming.”

"That's impossible, that's not the power of the Jewels of Doom."

Donna shook her head and rejected this conclusion: "Uncle, do you still have the straw doll I gave you?"

"It shattered."

Clayton pulled the straws out of his coat pocket and showed them to her.

The girl took out another straw doll from her arms, which was exactly the same as the one she gave to Clayton when it was intact, but now there were differences. The doll in her hand still retained one-third of its body outline and had not spread out.

"This is the amulet given to me by Ms. Lokta. It is powerful enough to erase the consequences of the fatal curse. But now it is broken. Someone must have interfered with this fate."

Julius squinted his eyes and looked at the two handfuls of straw. He figured out something that he had not been able to understand before.

The doll in Clayton's hand was not a real magical object. This had been verified in his previous tests. The truly effective amulet was in the hands of Donna Bello. But because of the similarity in shape and weaving techniques of the two straw dolls, they had an imaginary connection, and the witch used a certain ritual to make them resonate, so that the effectiveness of the original product could be extended to the imitation product.

Bracola is the home base of wild wizards. Although they are conservative and not enterprising, they are still experts in the field of sympathetic witchcraft.

"What happened to the man who raised the gun at us?" Donna looked up at her uncle.

"He's dead, I killed him."

Clayton originally didn't want to be so direct, but now he has changed his mind. He must tell the cruel truth in order to convince Donna.

"It seems that without this amulet, I might have been killed by him at that time. If you stay with me, you will also be affected by bad luck and inevitably encounter such dangers. I need you to return to Sasha City to stay with Mrs. Rose Together, Julius and I will solve this problem, you don’t have to worry about anything, just wait for our good news,”

Upon hearing the murder, the girl just trembled, but then responded to her uncle with an extremely firm look.

"I can't listen to you this time."

Clayton thought about the short time they spent together and suddenly realized a problem:

"Wait a minute, you don't seem to have ever listened to me."

That hit the target, and Donna's face fell again.

Fortunately, Julius coughed and spoke, saving some dignity for her:

"Clayton, you can't stop her."

"I can see that this little witch has mastered at least one linking ritual. If necessary, she can link your fate with hers. Even if she returns to the city and is far away from us, she can still share it with you. It’s dangerous, it’s better to be by our side, you can take care of her at any time.”

"And" he patted the broken gun on the table - it was Clayton's. "She can also point out the protective spells of the objects. We really need her."

Resisting curses by placing sidearms in place of their masters is a common practice of northern shamans and druids.

The situation is now clear. Clayton's bad luck will continue, and they may not be able to escape unscathed. They need this kind of magic to protect themselves.

"But I don't know you yet." Donna questioned him directly.

Julius stood up straight, the wand slipped into his palm, and the tip of the wand was placed close to the heart and nodded slightly to her: "I am the Iron Finger of Strass, a practitioner of the Soul-Taking School, your uncle Clayton... Bello’s mage advisor, Julius.”

Although Julius has only been working here at Creighton for a week, his identity, background and professional impression immediately became apparent after such an introduction.

Donna sat on the bed without getting up: "Bracola, the Witch"

She paused, suddenly looked at Clayton carefully, and then reported another name with some embarrassment.

".Creticia."

The first half of the name is almost identical to Clayton.

Clayton's breathing was disordered, and he pretended to be calm: "Donna, why do you have another name?"

"This is a wizard's name." Julius told him, "Many extraordinary people will not have only one name. We will create new names for ourselves to replace the original names given by our parents, and the new real names are hidden. This helps to avoid the curse, which is what those believers do, hence the Christian name."

As he explained, Clayton kept his eyes on Donna, completely distracted.

The most powerful feature to show blood closeness is undoubtedly to choose a related name. Once he found out that Donna referred to his own name when naming her, he almost fainted with happiness, but he couldn't show it on the surface.

"I can help you." Donna repeated. "I will be able to stand up and investigate with you by tomorrow at the latest."

Clayton gradually calmed down.

Caring for one's own kin has different concerns than controlling a warrior, and he must balance them.

Although Clayton wanted to suspend today's schedule and spend all his time with Donna, this decision was vetoed by him.

Clayton could only send his niece to Barbara's house temporarily.

They have now determined that there is an enemy outside of Doom, perhaps a spellcaster, so Donna cannot be left alone.

Barbara is the only woman Clayton knows in the local area who has the ability to take care of Donna. Although Ms. Barbara is a vampire, he left half a bucket of blood here after all. A full vampire will not bite her for the time being. Human desire, and Donna would only be there for one afternoon.

He and Julius went to visit the coachman, hoping to get some useful clues.

After bidding farewell to her uncle and his mage advisor, Donna sat down temporarily in the living room of Perot's house and looked at the surrounding facilities curiously.

Although Gevo is also a rural area, it is quite different from Butnu.

There was less land and more people here. Although she couldn't see them, she could hear them all. Mr. Perrault was obviously just repairing furniture in front of his house, but he greeted people passing by three times in a short period of time. This was unimaginable in Butnu.

"Would you like some milk? It's just squeezed out." Barbara asked her with a smile, holding the jug, like a kind old mother.

Donna reacted, responded with a sweet smile, thanked her again, and then pushed the cup in front of her.

She also watched Barbara secretly as she poured the milk jug.

Underneath her soft blond hair, she had an elegant appearance that was unlike that of a country girl. Under her rough clothes, she had skin as white as milk. The sunlight through the window shone on her body without causing any harm. The background color of the pair of eyes with dilated pupils was dark red, but because drinking blood relieved the curse, there was a faint layer of refreshing green light floating above them.

Her uncle had told her about Lady Barbara's identity - a vampire.

Many darkin consider the Darkmoon Curse to be a blessing, with only a few of its side effects being considered curses if they have particularly severe side effects.

Vampires are one of the [Cursed Ones].

It's just that Donna didn't find anything special about this legendary creature. Regardless of her appearance, she was just a housewife that could be seen everywhere, and she was still illiterate.

After a long gaze, the vampire noticed the clues. Barbara turned her head and looked at the little girl doubtfully.

"Is there something on my face?"

Donna shook her head: "No, Aunt Barbara, I just think you are so beautiful."

She said this from the bottom of her heart.

Such a beautiful young girl also praised her appearance. It is difficult not to make the housewife feel a little bit vain.

Barbara laughed, her face flushing with Clayton's blood coursing through her veins.