Werewolf hunting rules

In the huge restaurant, only Clayton and Donna were enjoying afternoon tea around a round table.

In fact, the scenery in the back garden is very good, which is more suitable for such leisurely activities, but the current season makes outdoor dining a pain.

Not long ago, there was a heavy snowstorm in Gevo. This is something Clayton has not encountered in the few years he has lived here. The city of Sasha has also begun to cool down rapidly. The change in climate is unsettling, but this is different from the indoor lighting of the fireplace. It doesn't matter anymore.

Donna nonchalantly stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth, then picked up the tea cup next to her and drank the cake down.

She was only thinking about going to school and could not appreciate the exquisite skills of the chef at all.

"Your way of eating is more suitable for a tavern." Clayton commented.

Donna instinctively raised her head and asked, "What's wrong with that?"

Clayton put down his knife and fork, propped up his chin and looked at her with a smile: "It's nothing, she's quite cute."

The sudden compliment made Donna blush. She lowered her head to avoid her uncle's gaze. Her rickety back began to straighten, her legs under her skirt were close together, and she held the knife and fork in her hand steadily. She consciously learned the posture of a lady when eating.

Clayton smiled at her change. He learned this trick when he was an officer.

In the past, he only had to shout at the top of his voice in front of the recruits who kept falling off their horses: "Oh, you fell off again. Your back must be sore and your legs are weak from practicing. You must have a good rest." or "That's really it." It's too hard, come on, drink some water, how about I go to the general and apply for a big velvet bed for you?" Such polite greetings always make those lazy recruits start practicing again.

Not only for older men, this trick is also effective for fifteen-year-old girls.

A servant walked into the dining room: "Sir, your newspaper."

He respectfully placed the newspaper on the table and left. Clayton picked up the newspaper and spread it out, without getting any ink on his hands during the whole process, because the servant had just ironed it to dry the ink on the newspaper so that the readers' hands would not be dirty.

The whole newspaper was hot and felt good to hold.

The last time Clayton experienced this kind of treatment, he had not yet been discharged from the army. He opened the newspaper and read it with some nostalgia.

“Piety or heresy?”

This is the headline in this local newspaper. It is a rare introduction to an international news. It seems that there is another problem in Taunton. However, the content of the newspaper is vague on this point, as if it has no intention of letting readers understand what happened. .

After reading the entire article, Clayton could only understand that the Taunton people seemed to be troubled by religious issues, and that they had made some very bad attempts that might affect the whole world.

But he’s not religious, so what the hell!

He flipped through it roughly, but couldn't find anything he was interested in, so he flipped back to the joke section, laughing to himself as he read.

Donna was attracted by his laughter. She looked up secretly to see what he was reading, but she could only see the back of the newspaper.

A small advertising section caught her eye.

"There is a fifteen-year-old young lady at home, lively as a lion in June, eager to find a strict teacher." The address attached to the back is exactly where they are.

Donna put down her knife and fork and let out a long sigh.

"Can I not go to school?" She asked the question again.

Clayton's face peeked out from behind the newspaper, and he looked at her in surprise: "I thought we had already agreed. And you also said you wanted to learn your skills in Genvaux."

"What I want to learn is not this skill, but the skills you use to deal with your enemies."

"Do you think all the problems in the world can be solved with violence?" Clayton put down the newspaper and looked at her seriously: "If you want to deal with an enemy, you can use far more than just violence, you can also use deception and alliances. ”

"If you don't understand the secrets of grammar, a document full of loopholes can deceive you."

"If you don't understand etiquette, those who do may look down upon you, and you may find it difficult to convince them to be your allies."

"If you don't know how to count, you may suffer losses in whatever you do."

These words are based on his experience. He has stumbled many times and does not want other Bellos to stumble again.

After hearing such sincere words, Donna was a little hesitant, but she still had reasons to argue.

"But you can learn these at home. There is no need to go to school. You also found a tutor."

"Times have changed." Clayton sighed and said: "Now knowledge is not enough, people also need a piece of paper to prove that they have learned these things. I know you may not want to get married immediately, but even if you plan to be like a man Similarly, if you do technical work, you also need a certificate to obtain the qualifications for the job.”

"Nowadays, even to become a butcher, you must first take a slaughtering qualification certificate. And a senior butcher with an open-air slaughtering qualification certificate will get more than a butcher who has only taken an ordinary slaughtering qualification certificate."

"Why are city people so troublesome?!" Donna sighed loudly.

Clayton thought she might be changing her mind, and felt relieved.

But Donna makes waves again.

"But I still feel that I shouldn't go to school." She spoke decisively, her voice echoing in the restaurant, like a big speaker: "Because you need me, and I can help you. You can't let that green-haired man do it for you. Talking nonsense around you. He will definitely make you waste a lot of money to fund his own research, as are all alchemists."

This makes sense. Creighton is still hesitant to retain Julius.

It stands to reason that Julius also made a lot of contributions, but whenever he thinks of Julius's contribution, he also recalls that broken mouth.

However, in order for Donna to go to school, Clayton was determined to hire Julius.

"He's not bad. I will strictly limit his offer."

Donna stood up eagerly: "What about Clara? She still needs my magic to restrain her, and I can't take her to school!"

"Just leave her here. I think she has become smarter, so she shouldn't have any influence on me." Clayton felt ashamed when he said this. He was like a government servant who came to ask for pay. Disabled soldiers are so ruthless that a "Thank you for your sacrifices for the country" can wipe it all away.

Donna was obviously furious too.

She paced repeatedly around the dining table, overturning her previous idea of ​​"never being jealous of Clara" in her heart.

The little devil's current image is just right. He has two convenient hands that can hug, applaud, and make gestures. However, he still has those spider legs under his collarbone and is not tolerated by society.

If Clara grows a little longer, Clayton will probably have to send her to school.

"I really have a legitimate reason why I can't go to school!" she yelled aggrievedly.

Clayton smiled and nodded: "Then please tell me what the reason is."

Donna opened her mouth, but couldn't explain anything.

So Clayton continued to talk about his plan: "There are five courses every day - grammar, temperament, dance, arithmetic and etiquette. Each course is one hour, and you can rest every Sunday."

"Five hours a day should be fine."

"Every class has homework, and I think each homework should last at least half an hour, so that you can remember the content of the class. And these courses are only the most basic. Based on your response, I will also Additional items may be added as appropriate.”

Donna walked to the chair and collapsed, leaning her head back on the chair and inhaling desperately, not like a lion, but like a stubborn puffer fish gradually falling into coma on the shore.

Seeing this scene, Clayton was very happy: "Great, pretending to be faint is one of the most important skills of a lady. It seems that you have learned how to avoid inappropriate topics. I will talk to your new etiquette teacher. instructions so he can skip this part."

As he spoke, he picked up the pepper shaker and used it as smelling salts, hoping that Donna could complete the last step of waking up.

This substitution worked, and Donna took a big puff of pepper, immediately became more alive and energetic than before she collapsed, and gave him a good punch.

The punch landed on Clayton's chest, and his reaction was one of ecstasy.

"What a wonderful and concise way of expressing it. How could I have forgotten this? We also need to add the course of close combat! The sword skills mentioned before cannot be omitted. Let's add two more hours!"

Donna was so angry that she jumped up and shook her chair wildly. This move stimulated Clayton's teaching instinct even more-if such a thing really existed.

"That's right! And horsemanship! I have to write it down right now."

"I agree to go to school, but at least let me relax before I go to school." Donna stopped and begged.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant: "Except for sleeping time, don't you still have four hours of free time?"

Donna couldn't stand it anymore, so she rushed out of the restaurant, ran to the stables, snatched a horse, and through spiritual communication, let it rush out of its new home and go straight to Miss Charlotte's home.

after an hour

"He bullied me!" Donna wiped away tears. She wasn't too sad at first, but when she saw Charlotte, she couldn't help crying.

"Yes, Mr. Bello went too far this time!" Charlotte held her in her arms, patted her back gently, and complained the same way: "Why do ladies want to practice swordsmanship and fighting? Equestrian skills too It’s not commonly used, so I’m going to persuade him to cancel these three courses.”

Donna hurriedly pulled herself out of her arms.

"Don't do this. I only want these three classes. Just cancel the other classes for me."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment, looking at her tear-stained face, she couldn't help but laugh: "You are really a weird girl."

Donna was about to retort, but there was a knock on the door suddenly. Charlotte went out to open the door, leaving her in the room. After a while, she saw Clayton and Charlotte walking in together, and she stood up nervously.

"If you don't want your horse to be stolen, don't just tie it to a tree," Clayton said, holding out his hand to her. "Let's go back. I didn't consider the time limit just now. This was my mistake. But now I have a new plan that can definitely meet your requirements."

Donna didn't take his hand, she shrank warily.

"I need to know what the plan is first."

"In a nutshell, I combined grammar, dance and combat lessons into one class that I teach myself and is absolutely fun."

Clayton's vow made Charlotte a little uneasy.

"How can so many different programs be combined into one? What exactly are you trying to teach her?"

"It's actually possible, as long as you take the time to think about it."

After answering Charlotte, Clayton looked at Donna. He looked very confident: "About this new course, I call it "Drama Writing and Performance."