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The woman raised her head and carefully looked at Clayton's plump, nourishing cheeks, while her own face turned into a stone sculpture-like texture in the firelight.

Grief reached Creighton in an indescribable way.

Viva didn't say anything mean, she just asked one thing.

Something that Clayton logically should know but he never thought to ask.

"I want to accept your apology, but do you know what my husband's name is?"

The question was like a powerful electric shock, giving Clayton a pounding headache.

The receptionist who told him that the Sheriff's Department had contacted Viva hadn't named the deceased, and it was true that he had never thought of asking.

So he had to tell Viva: "Sorry, I didn't know."

Names are sacred beings, and everyone should know whose life they have ended.

But this is not a simple matter.

Killing a person without a name is just killing a concept named "enemy". Killing "Jack" or "Ryan" is really killing a person.

So Clayton doesn't think about who he killed, he doesn't want to hear that name.

He held his forehead and said without hesitation: "But that's not important. I am contacting you to compensate the living people."

Soldiers are damn pragmatists, and the longer they stay, the more they become so.

"I don't need anything anymore." Viva looked at him with her eyes that were already dry. This time it was Clayton's turn to avoid her sight: "The last time my husband went out was to borrow money to buy medicine for our seriously ill child. I am now Nothing is needed, it’s too late.”

The widow took out a flintlock gun from the inner pocket of her multi-layered clothes, held the handle with a trembling hand and pointed it at him, with a hollow look in her eyes similar to that of the deceased.

The dead silence lasted for nearly ten seconds.

But she ultimately chose not to shoot.

Clayton watched in silence as Viva put down her gun and put it on the table.

Although he has the ability to subdue the opponent, he prefers to let Viva make her own choice.

"Actually, I also forgot his name." She said, her face still numb and her words spoke very slowly.

"This gun was not my own and I couldn't afford it. Someone gave it to me and she said that you deliberately murdered my husband and used his death to cover up some more horrific crimes. She asked the gun to be used on You take revenge. But now it seems I was deceived and this advice was not given with good intentions."

People who are full of dirty deeds in their hearts will definitely panic when faced with a gun. Clayton passed her final test.

"Thank you for your trust, ma'am."

Clayton lowered his head and eyebrows to show respect to Viva who had forgiven him.

Respect her rationality and kindness.

"But can you tell me who gave you that gun?"

"I don't remember, my memory has deteriorated a lot since my child died."

When mentioning this matter, Viva seemed to be talking about someone else's experience, and there was no trace of exhaustion on her face.

She did not ask Clayton the truth about her husband's death, nor did she consider the thoughts of the person who gave her the gun.

Just because she has reached the limit in all aspects of her spirit.

The reason why I came here was just to accept the invitation.

Clayton saw that Viva was a well-educated woman, but he knew that after a person is extremely sad, his health and memory will be damaged, and his view of the world will be completely different from before.

There is no way around this.

"I've seen you, now it's time for me to go."

Viva stood up and staggered. Clayton quickly stepped forward to help her. Viva accepted the support naturally.

She didn't thank him, stood up, and left the waiting room alone.

After investigating the Broken Wing Angel Club for several days, Clayton could basically conclude that he had no other option but to attack by force.

There are people here day or night.

The girls inside never go out, they hire people to bring food and drinks in.

Combined with the muskets and provocations Viva received, Clayton had to admit a fact.

His actions may have been discovered by the Holy Grail Order.

The other party is already on guard against itself and has also taken the initiative.

If Clayton can't find the Spider-Priest yet, his situation will only get worse.

However, this period of time is not without good news. At least Clara's relationship with him has improved a lot after being fed many times.

So Clayton plans to start the next process.

"Clara, can you sign a contract with me?"

This was the question he asked Clara after reading the explanation of the demon entry in the book.

It is recorded in books in a very convoluted way that demons are not actually concrete entities. They are spiritual beings, so they can possess people remotely and speak in people's consciousness.

Human emotions are an important source of nutrition for demons, so some people will make deals with them, and most demons are quite honest.

By sacrificing certain emotions and spirituality, wizards can provide them with the power to see through people's hearts, or teach them spiritual magic that can play with people's hearts.

The fire that burned Clayton's body was actually this kind of magic.

It can only change his perception of pain, but cannot burn it into other things.

Clayton is quite interested in this kind of power. Since there is a demon in front of him, of course he is willing to ask for advice.

Clara on the table looked confused: "Contract? What is a contract?"

He was obviously a demon, but he didn't even know about the contract. The werewolf's heart tightened, and his worst fears were finally confirmed.

Because Clara is too stupid, the possessed demon cannot convey the information it possesses.

He explained patiently: "I use my emotions and spirituality to exchange power with you."

"Emotions. Spirituality. What is that?"

Clara asked again.

"It's what you ate before, not the meat I gave you."

“Emotions are bread?”

"Why don't you possess me." Clayton said sincerely.

Although Clara could occasionally say some amazing words, when it came to actually discussing real issues, he could still clearly feel that her intellectual level was not enough to talk to ordinary people.

The only way now is to let the devil possess Clayton himself, so that its intelligence may be restored.

He looked at the girl's head expectantly.

Clara rolled her eyes twice and looked at him very innocently.

"What is possession?"

"What are you on now?"

"Clara is on top of the table."

Clara began to look at Clayton with sympathetic eyes.

Clayton's voice rose unconsciously: "That's not it!"

Clara pursed her lips and looked elsewhere.

Although she was stupid, she knew that the answer was definitely correct.

"Where are you from?"

"Clara comes out of Joe Mani's house."

"What about before?"

"Clara, of course, lives at Clara's house."

Clayton turned around, stretched out his wolf nails and scratched his face fiercely, tearing it from forehead to cheek.

The pain that surfaced made him feel a lot more energetic.

He reflected on himself and thought that it was too naive to think that getting better with Clara would solve the problem.

Clara looked at his movements and had some misunderstandings: "What is Clayton eating? Clara wants to eat too."

Clayton turned his face back, flushed, and showed her his nails.

"Clara won't eat, won't eat!" the head shouted.

Clayton let out a long sigh, deeply understanding what kind of existence he was communicating with.

With such intelligence, why would someone seek her out as a contracted devil?

"Are you a devil?" He was not sure.

If it weren't for Clara's powerful immortality and terrifying ability to survive without food for many years, he would only have thought that this was the existence that Gronje called a hybrid.

But having said that, the entry on demons in Tritis' book does not seem to mention that demons can give their hosts such abilities.

Clara said proudly: "Clara is not a devil, Clara is Clara,"

"Okay, Clara, who asked you to kill Joe Mani?" Clayton asked casually. He dragged over the fish tank that had been replaced with silver salt solution and the flannel covering the fish tank, ready to wait for Clara. Pulling her in after one last meaningless reply.

If he couldn't answer this question, it meant that the head had no actual benefit value to him.

But Clayton wouldn't abandon her. This house was too deserted and it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

It’s much cheaper to own a Clara than a dog.

"It's mom," Clara said.

For the first time, she gave the kind of answer Clayton wanted.

Clayton stopped moving.

To be honest, at that moment, he first thought of Joe Mani who was working in the studio.

This thought made him shiver, and his ears nearly stood up.

"Clara's mother?"

"Well, my mother said she wanted me to do something, so she took Clara to Mani's house. Clara remembered that she had breakfast and made a carriage there that day." Clara said proudly.

Arriving at the Mani family's old mansion by carriage, Clayton suddenly realized that the guy he was chatting with also had a home in Sasha City.

He finally found the clue!

"Clara, Clayton wants to be a guest at Clara's house, is that okay?"

At this moment, the werewolf's smile was extremely friendly.