Werewolf hunting rules

There was nothing wrong with what Tritis said. Those bruises were indeed caused by Clayton.

Even if you use an unedged weapon when practicing swordsmanship, the heavy weight will still cause injury.

Clayton stretched out his hand and showed Tritis his blackened fingernails, which were very conspicuous against the pure white tablecloth.

"I know mothers will feel sorry for their daughters, but practicing self-defense will inevitably lead to injuries. The same is true for me. Not long ago, she hit my hand with a stick, and now there is still blood in my fingernails."

One moment, Donna was feeling guilty that her gaffe caused her mother to blame Clayton, but now she was marveling at his shamelessness.

How could she leave scars on a werewolf?

Cuitisi did not take off her sunglasses to observe carefully, but directly believed Clayton's words.

"Even you will get hurt. Stop teaching such dangerous courses. Just let her learn those lady skills." She glanced at Donna lovingly: "My father passed away not long ago, but my mother is still here. , I think she may still have love for my daughter, and if I ask her, she will recommend a good fiancé for her granddaughter. "

After hearing her mother's words, Donna wanted to object immediately, but she has learned a lot recently and her patience has also increased.

So she kept quiet and decided to listen to their conversation.

Clayton disagreed with Tritis: "But the new Earl of Fenamor may refuse your visit, and it will be difficult for you to see the old lady."

Cuitisi said in a deep voice: "He is my biological brother after all."

"Yes, but the old count is still your biological father. His harsh treatment of you is well known. Don't forget why you stay in the monastery."

"My grandpa was a count?!" Donna exclaimed. She had never heard of it.

"To be precise, it's a border earl, and he's not very friendly." Clayton, who answered the question, looked at her surprised expression and couldn't help frowning and turning to ask Cuitis: "Why don't you have anything?" Tell her? I originally thought she just didn’t know much about me and Wu Lun, but I didn’t expect you didn’t even tell her your life experience.”

Cuitisi said calmly: "There are some things that she doesn't need to know, it will only make her sad."

Donna looked at their matter-of-fact attitude. She couldn't bear it anymore and excitedly pushed away her chair and stood up.

"So you all know these things and no one told me?"

Her mother took her hand and tried to get her to sit down, but failed.

Cuitisi did not continue to force her, but held her hand without letting go, and stood up: "Dear, knowing too much about some things will only make you sad or disappointed with the world, so I I haven’t talked about these things with you so that they don’t pollute your spirit.”

"But I'm strong enough now." Donna looked at her firmly.

Cuitisi's tone was always gentle, but there was no room for doubt.

"We'll talk about it later."

Donna didn't seem to accept this result, because no one knew how many years Tritis was going to stay in the church, and this "future" was simply far away.

"Do you mind if I tell her later?" Clayton asked Tritis. She glanced at her anxious daughter and didn't stop her.

"Then you have to pick a good time."

Donna sat down gloomily. Since her mother and Clayton said so, she knew she would never get the answer now, and Tritis sat down with her.

By the time they agreed to put the matter aside for now, dinner was ready.

Two servants holding trays walked in through the door of the restaurant. They took various dishes from the trays and placed them on the table. They were not fancy dishes. Most of the ingredients and cooking techniques used were simple, but the taste has long been popular among folk diners. recognition.

Beef stew with potatoes in a wooden tub, thinly sliced ​​boiled lamb on a plate with a layer of Bulgarian-style sweet sauce, chopped smoked rabbit with hot sauce. The staple food and dessert are white bread with bacon and butter and milk pudding. The soup is crucian carp soup, which is steaming and delicious when smelling.

After delivering the food, the servants went out again, and only the Bellos were left in the dining room.

Smelling the aroma of food, Clayton immediately stopped talking. He raised his knife and fork and invited the other two to eat immediately.

"What we have to discuss is certainly important, but we might as well eat first. The current temperature is not suitable for them to wait."

After he suggested it, he set an example and attacked the thinly sliced ​​mutton on the plate. Donna began to eat the soup absentmindedly with a spoon. Cuitis looked at the brass knife and fork. She did not eat immediately, but raised her head to look at Clayton again.

The figure of the man behind the black lenses was blurry, and she could vaguely see a beast lying on its prey, tearing the flesh and blood.

"I'm glad you're able to maintain your simple lifestyle."

"What do you mean?" Clayton stopped tearing the mutton in front of him and stared at Tritis.

He didn't take off his sunglasses either. The steam from the food formed a layer of white frost on the lenses, making it difficult for him to see the woman in front of him clearly.

"I thought you would change all the tableware to silver, which looks better, but is also more expensive." Cuitis raised a brass fork to the candlelight on the table, and the reflected light was like gold, but this color cannot be Through her sunglasses.

"Silver? A flashy metal." Clayton said lightly: "They have been overused in the history of art in the past, and their aesthetic value today is not what it used to be. If I had extra money, I would rather buy a few pieces of Tallinn gold. For silk tapestries, don’t buy silverware. It is said that gold silk tapestries can be passed down for hundreds of years and continue to increase in value.”

"You talk about these things so eloquently."

"This is the instinct of a businessman. Every businessman will buy a large amount of art and antiques, even if they don't like it. What is this called? Diversified asset allocation is to prevent the money in our hands from changing with inflation or other factors. Market glitches depreciate value.”

Cuitis smiled, and her tone was so gentle that it was a little strange: "Clayton, do you know? I suddenly found that your glasses suit you very well."

"Thank you, yours too." Clayton responded politely.

"You asked me some occult questions before. At that time, I sent you a book that could solve these problems. I hope you and your friend will not be confused again."

Clayton lowered his head and forked a piece of meat: "Thanks to your help, everything is solved."

Cuitis nodded noncommittally: "That's good. But why don't you take off your sunglasses? Won't it cause any inconvenience to eat like this?"

Clayton was silent. There were too many characteristics of the werewolf that could not be hidden. Tritis finally became suspicious of him. Before they started discussing Donna's future, the moment to decide his fate had arrived.

His left hand quietly reached into his pocket, where there was a bottle of atropine that can dilate pupils, hoping this would dispel Cuitis' doubts.

If she asked about his eye abnormalities, he would tell her that his eyes were inflamed from drug abuse.

"I always wear sunglasses, actually because" Before he could finish his precautionary excuse, Cuitisi actually took off her sunglasses first.

Clayton didn't see her eyes clearly, but Donna next to him exclaimed.

The girl still remembered that her mother's eyes were once a simple gray like a prophet, but now they turned into a terrifying pink, and the pupils were no longer a single round shape, but split into two connected ones. Round shape together.

When Clayton heard Donna's scream, he quickly took off his sunglasses and saw this unusual change.

He was shocked: "Cui Tisi, what's going on with your eyes?"

"My eyes are inflamed." Tritis answered him calmly.

"Ha ha."

Looking into these equally extraordinary eyes, the two of them found the same excuse. Thinking of this funny scene, Clayton suddenly laughed out loud, and Cuitisi's face suddenly became extremely kind in his eyes.

They are not only relatives, but also the same kind. It seems that going to church is just an excuse for Cuitis. Now everything will be easier.

Seeing his smile, Cuitis also smiled: "Actually, this is just a joke. My eyes are not sick. I have been re-converted by the bishop of the diocese in my hometown. He is a monk of the Holy Laws sect with me, so for I was more lenient and allowed me to erase my sins of betraying the Holy Religion through asceticism and fighting against heretics. In order to give me the strength to see through and fight against evil, he was particularly gracious and transformed me with esoteric power and sacred rituals. eyes, that’s why they become what they are.”

"However, in order to find Donna, I interrupted the ceremony early. For this reason, I had to spend more time growing. It may take a month for them to reach their original goal. Now these eyes are indeed a little afraid of light."

She put her sunglasses back on and looked at the yellow and black colors that completely spread in Clayton's eyes.

"What about you?"

Clayton blinked quickly as if he was uncomfortable, and said seriously: "My eyes are inflamed."

Cuitisi's expression turned cold: "Why were you laughing just now?"

"I thought our eyes were all inflamed." Clayton felt that he had never been so calm before. He definitely didn't want Tritis to discover his true identity: "Although this is not a good thing, the patients will have more in common. topic. And the coincidence is very interesting.”

"Really?"

"That's true."

Cuitis turned to look at Donna: "Donna, is he right?"

This question put more pressure on Donna than any other tutor. The girl rolled her eyes in panic, not knowing who to look at.

"Probably. I don't know, maybe that's the case." She said hesitantly.

Seeing her daughter's reaction, Cuitis sighed. She stood up suddenly with her hands on the table and looked at Clayton again with anger in her eyes.

"Clayton, you lying wolf!"