Werewolf hunting rules

It is natural for Donna to want to kill people.

If a person keeps learning the skills of fighting, then he will naturally want to use them. Moreover, she has always imagined how to use her abilities to make the world a better place.

Noticing the unusual interests and hobbies of the uncle and nephew of Bello, Catherine deliberately changed the topic.

She led them indoors and showed them the professional teaching facilities here - the concert hall, dance room, sewing room, painting studio, as well as the special alchemy room and wine cellar.

"In addition to music, dance and painting, we also teach girls to identify perfumes and wine tasting techniques. They will cultivate their aesthetic and social abilities here, which is of great benefit to the social activities of the upper class."

The school currently has a total of 86 students, and there are more than 25 faculty members who are capable of providing targeted training for all students.

Although many students are still at home for the holidays, there are still more than 20 students here, scattered in two classrooms.

Clayton stood in front of the window at the back door of the classroom for a while, observing the content on the blackboard.

Donna's position didn't allow her to do that, but Clayton's performance made her feel colder and colder.

Then, Catherine took them to her office and asked Donna a few questions, all of which were answered by the girl. She nodded with satisfaction and said to Clayton: "In my opinion, your girl is smart and can keep up with our current course. The only thing she lacks is the management of her body shape."

"Her waist is too thick."

Donna's fake smile on her face disappeared.

She was sure that her body shape was normal, and it was Catherine who liked to tighten her waist into a bee shape.

"There is no need to change this." Clayton spoke for her: "I know that corsets can correct the posture of young girls, but that will also affect their movements and make them difficult to breathe."

Catherine did not agree with his concept: "This is just a misunderstanding. Once they wear a corset for a long time, they will get used to wearing it."

"But no matter how much they adapt, they can't run freely." Clayton said.

Catherine shook her head: "They don't need to run. Ladies should be calm and steady, and their movements should be neither hurried nor slow to appear elegant."

"But elegant temperament is not always useful. I think she needs to retain this ability." Clayton said calmly: "In this way, if someone shoots at her, she can run behind the cover in time."

Yes, Donna thought, if she can't run, it will be dangerous if someone shoots at her.

But Catherine can't understand this reason.

"Who would shoot at a lady?"

"That's hard to say. Sasha City has been uneasy recently. You should know these things." Clayton said: "Let's talk about my own experience. Someone robbed my store in broad daylight, and then I didn't know who killed him. The body was still lying there for a long time. This was unimaginable in the past."

Hearing such a terrifying experience, the headmistress finally compromised.

"Okay, I understand your concerns. We won't force her to shrink her waist, but she has to control her diet like everyone else."

"I think she can still do this." Clayton said. "Also, regarding the equestrian course, she already has a horse, so I hope she doesn't have to ride those old horses."

"There is an additional charge for boarding horses."

"Of course."

The two reached an agreement on teaching, and then Clayton returned to the school gate to drag the luggage over and handed it to Donna in person.

"I will let Clara come to you secretly later. If you need anything, tell her, and she will notify Charlotte by mail. However, I believe you can handle life here well, because you are strong enough."

Clayton was not worried that Donna would not be able to survive here. She was a very adaptable person.

She had a good time during the day, and could go to bed on time at night. She did everything to her heart's content, and did whatever she wanted while maintaining a certain code. Even Clayton himself could not do this.

They said a few goodbye words, and then Clayton left.

Donna dragged the box and waited until Clayton's back disappeared before turning around. Looking at Catherine's kind face, she finally felt lonely.

She really had nowhere to go now.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory. We'll come back for class after you put your things down." Catherine said, picking up Donna's suitcase.

Donna's loneliness disappeared, and she was surprised. She didn't expect to have classes on the first day, but thought she would have nothing to do here for a few days.

She wanted to say something, but Catherine had already walked to the front with her suitcase, so she had to follow.

The main building of Xinjiani Women's College is much taller than Clayton's new house, but there are too many people here, so the rule of accommodation is six people per room. Donna followed Catherine to her dormitory. They put down their suitcases, made their beds, and then returned to the classroom where they had just been in class. Catherine knocked on the door and led Donna in to introduce her.

As a new student, Donna didn't have her own uniform, and the students here all wore dark blue dresses.

She felt uncomfortable just by seeing their uniform clothes.

"Donna!"

Someone among the students suddenly called out her name. She turned around and saw a familiar face in front of her, which made her feel happy and unbelievable.

It was Alice! They had met in Wonderland!

She is also from Dorne! Also in Sasha City!

Seeing an acquaintance, Donna almost rushed up to hug her, but a loud noise next to her interrupted her action.

Bang!

"Silence! Do not speak without permission!"

An old woman with deep nasolabial folds that could almost fit her in her nasolabial folds slammed the table with a black ruler in her hand. She was the etiquette teacher here, and it seemed that all the girls were afraid of her.

They sat properly, and even Alice, who had experienced Wonderland, suddenly became as quiet as a rabbit.

Donna was a little desperate about the future.

The courses in the academy were not more difficult than those taught by tutors, but they were more strict.

Like other schools, teachers here were allowed to corporally punish students. Hitting the palms with a small wooden stick and confinement were common methods used in boarding schools.

Donna had experienced various fatal injuries in Wonderland, and this level was not enough to make her obedient, but it was very effective for others - specifically, she tried hard to get close to Alice, but after the teacher's warning, the latter dared not look at her again.

The last two classes were held together, with no break time at all, and the weather was very cold. Donna suddenly had a magical feeling - including herself, the people around her seemed to be gradually fading, turning into white plaster models for painting.

Although the study here was not difficult, she felt very tired easily, and she didn't know why.

If she was still in this state at night, it would be bad.

It was not until the afternoon class was over and the teacher walked out of the classroom that the girls around them suddenly regained their lively faces as if they were resurrected.

"I didn't expect that I could be a classmate with a princess!" Alice rushed over excitedly, and Donna covered her mouth hurriedly. She didn't want that experience to be spread.

It was just this action that confirmed Alice's thoughts.

"So that dream was true? This country is also true? After I woke up, no one believed what I said, but your father's advice was really useful. When I woke up, there was indeed a bump on my head, and I really went to see a doctor."

She chattered endlessly, and Donna regretted recognizing her.

"What happened there was just a coincidence, not true." The little witch tried to explain, hoping that Alice would stop dwelling on it, even though she herself didn't know what she was saying.

At the time, she thought she would never meet the other party again, so she reported her real name, but this was a very negligent performance, and she had no awareness of defense at the time.

If Clayton knew about this, he would be furious.

"Alice, is she someone you know?"

More girls gathered around, and Donna was indifferent to the scrutiny of these strangers. She felt from the bottom of her heart that they were not the same kind of people.

Most people of this age are sensitive to emotions. After noticing her cold attitude, the people around her lost their curiosity about her in a short while, and most of them left. Only two people were still beside her.

One was Alice, and the other red-haired girl was the first time she met her.

"I, Alice and you are all in the same dormitory. My name is Lant Yasir." The strange girl said, and she stretched out her hand to shake hands with Donna.

Donna looked at her hand and stretched it out.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Lant, but I haven't told you which dormitory I live in."

"There are not many empty dormitories. Mrs. Pifar, who is in charge of night patrol, said that the next freshman will move into our dormitory." Lant said, and Alice nodded beside her: "I know you are a little shy. Freshmen are like this when they first come in."

Donna remained calm, but refuted in her heart.

"You can ask us about the rules of this school at any time, but now we have more important things to do."

"What is it?" Donna asked.

Lant looked at the empty classroom and told her calmly:

"Eat dinner."

On the wooden tray were two very thin slices of bread, an equally small piece of thin fried meat, a boiled egg - as small as a quail egg, and a small bowl of vegetable soup.

Since Donna returned to her seat with the tray, she has been staring at these things with a bleak face. The candlelight made the shadows of the food move in the plate like worms.

A girl weighing 120 pounds can't survive on such a small amount of food anyway.

"Is that all?" She asked Rant and Alice desperately. She thought that the food moderation that the dean told Clayton was not supposed to be like this.

This is not moderation, this is fasting.

"Yes, unfortunately, this is indeed not rich enough for a princess." Alice said seriously, she was still thinking about the encounter in Wonderland.

Rant also nodded seriously: "You have to rely on these foods to survive the next four hours, so try to reduce exercise."

"I don't think it's a matter of exercise." Donna's voice was like the last breath of a dead person.

Clara! She needs Clara!

If Clara doesn't come to help her steal food today, she will be finished!

Seeing her look, Rant sighed: "If it's not enough, I will think of a way after returning to the dormitory."

Donna responded sadly, chewing slowly and carefully as she had never done before, as if the longer she chewed, the more food could enter her stomach.

After dinner, the teacher led them to pray for a while and let them move freely.

Lant took Donna Bello and Alice back to the dormitory. As soon as they entered the room, Alice pestered Donna again. Hunger did not extinguish her desire for knowledge:

"Can we still go to this country?"

"I can't go there." Donna said listlessly, "It's not as beautiful as you imagined."

Lant turned his back to them and rummaged through his bag, and was a little confused after hearing what they said.

"What is this country?"

"A country that doesn't exist, I made it up when Alice and I were studying the script." Donna said, pinching Alice's hand lightly: "It was supposed to be a secret. I don't want to discuss this script with others, because It's not done yet."

Alice finally understood what she meant and kept her mouth shut, but for some reason she looked happier.

Lant searched for a while and finally found a pack of biscuits. She took out a few pieces and handed them to Donna. The little witch ate them carefully.

"I'll repay you," said Donna.

"It's just a few cookies." Lant shook her head. She thought this new student was weird.

After the belly problem was solved, Mrs. Pifar, who was in charge of night management, suddenly came to the door and took Donna out to measure her body measurements so that she could order a uniform.

When she came back, she was exhausted physically and mentally. She chatted with Lant and Alice for a while in the light of the oil lamp. The two old students told her about the school's daily curriculum and the taboos that different teachers disliked. Before I finished speaking, it was time to go to bed.

After the bell rang, all the dormitories fell silent and turned off the lights.

Mrs. Pifar patrolled the corridor outside the door with an oil lamp. When light came through the cracks in the door, the girls became silent. When the light faded away, they began to whisper in the darkness again.

Donna became anxious. She kept waiting, but Clara still didn't come.

But her time was coming.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." She had no choice but to say. "I don't like to open the window or open the door when I sleep."

Lant's voice came softly: "Of course, it's winter now, and it's freezing cold with the windows open."

"I'm like this all year round."

"We have holidays in the coldest and hottest months," said Alice.

Donna was relieved.

She said good night to her roommate, then closed her eyes and allowed her consciousness to sink into the darkness.

When her spirit fell into the most extreme silence, after an unknown period of time, the chaotic and dark space suddenly surged like an explosion, showing a completely different and colorful opposite. The silent spirit instantly returned to the opposite extreme sobriety.

She sensed that countless moving lines of color were reorganizing to form an extremely realistic picture.

Bright green that does not match the current season spreads across the valleys and plains. The sound of streams hitting pebbles is the most beautiful musical instrument of nature. Birds and squirrels look down curiously from the branches. Many teenagers and girls are chasing each other and playing on the grass, or Sing and dance.

This is a land that is always in spring.

Donna's invisible consciousness was involved, and she felt the feeling of her feet on the ground again.

This is Bracora, the famously secretive wizarding sanctuary - the birthplace of Dorne's rural wizards.

No one has ever been able to find its location in reality, not even the wizards who have studied here. They can only arrive here in dreams, and there are various protective spells that prevent them from telling the secrets of Bracola. It was also the reason why her mother could never find the wizard who taught her.

Not all people here are wizards. Fateya, the principal of Bracola, likes young girls with pure hearts. Even if they are unwilling to learn witchcraft, they can be inspired at night and enter here to have fun all night long.

But as long as they are over sixteen years old, this place is no longer open to them.

Donna only has her last year left.

She walked quickly past the unmotivated young people and walked straight to a high slope, where stood a red-skinned woman with sharp horns.

Donna's steps gradually slowed down in front of the high slope. Thinking of what she was going to say next, she took a deep breath and clenched her hands:

"Teacher, I'm here for class."