The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 138 Family Revitalization
If you encounter this kind of beginning when you meet for the first time, of course there will be no hugs between relatives.

The girl in the red hat sat across the table, holding a bowl of hot black tea in her hand, and apologized to her uncle again for her previous remarks.

Creighton only finally figured out what was going on with Donna's attitude when they first met.

"Mom said you were a soldier and you are a rough person, so let me learn this kind of speaking tone in advance." Donna lowered her head, her tone was sincere.

"She let... let go of the rumors!" Clayton almost uttered the swear word, but he reversed the wording in time to prevent Tritis' arrangement from becoming true: "A really rough person can't be like me. .”

He subconsciously stroked his proud beard. Since he was out of combat, he had resumed his daily grooming steps, which included haircuts and perfume treatments.

Not to mention the shaggy hair and imposing beard, even the scent of orange blossom and bergamot should make it clear that he is not a philistine.

But at Donna's age, she might not be able to understand this point, so Clayton stopped defending himself after calming down.

"Which hotel is your mother at now? I'm going to pick her up."

He wanted to personally correct that woman's wrong thoughts and cognitions on the way, so that she wouldn't spoil the child and cause Donna to have more unnecessary misunderstandings about herself.

The girl's hand was reaching for the biscuit box, but stopped when she heard this question.

"She didn't come."

"She didn't come?!" Clayton was horrified by the meaning behind this answer: "Did you come from Batenu alone?"

Donna was taken aback by his attitude, she withdrew her hand and asked cautiously, "Can't you?"

"That's half a month's journey! Besides, you may encounter all kinds of troubles." The lieutenant pressed his hands on the table and looked over nervously. He re-examined his niece, wanting to make sure that she didn't have any wounds on her body. Or traces of being robbed.

Although the clothes on Donna's body were not fashionable enough, they were clean and tidy, her skin was smooth and there were no wounds.

Everything seemed normal until his eyes caught the wicker picnic basket on the table.

"This is all your luggage?" He pointed to the basket and asked suspiciously. It was covered with a layer of yellow cloth, and he couldn't see what was inside, but how much could a 15-year-old girl carry?
Donna took the initiative to lift the cloth, and inside were several small boxes containing ointments, a wooden comb, some small change and so on.

"And a spare change of clothes." She muttered, scrolling down, but Clayton stopped her.

"That's enough, I think I've understood." Clayton was determined to settle with Tritis, but at the same time, he couldn't show it right away, he had to put all his energy on welcoming Donna first, but his I couldn't think of what to say to a girl of this age at all, no matter how excited I was, I could only spit out some cold sentences in the end.

"Well, Donna, I'm very glad that you are willing to come to me. Your father and I are close brothers, so you can absolutely trust me. You can tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable. I will bring you tomorrow You go to the department store and buy a few new outfits, and besides that, there are some things to teach you about living in the city."

Having said that, Clayton stood up, and stretched his palms stiffly towards the corridor behind: "Now, take your luggage, and I will arrange a room for you."

He was extremely annoyed when he said these words. If Uren was still there, and this elder brother brought Donna to visit him, the atmosphere would definitely be much more harmonious than before.

The tone of their conversation now doesn't sound like they're talking to their relatives, it's more like he hired a child laborer from the countryside.

Clayton had actually made a lot of predictions when he met Donna, but now, the sentences that were predicted could not be used at all.

Donna stood up, and instead of following immediately, she asked another question.

"Uncle, what should I call you?" She asked crisply.

"Clayton, or uncle is fine, what about you?" Clayton turned around, his tone was as hard as his tense muscles now, he cursed in his heart that he had forgotten the most important link, but fortunately Donna brought it up up.

"Donna, or Rosina."

Clayton thought he heard it wrong: "Rosiana?"

"That's the Christian name my mother gave me."

Clayton covered his forehead. He actually forgot that Tritis was a devout Christian, and Donna would naturally be influenced by her education. As such, he could only reveal his werewolf identity to them slowly.

Knowing that her uncle is a werewolf is a real shock to a religious teenage girl.

"So you're also a Christian?"

Donna shook her head, giving Clayton a little relief.

"It's just that my mother likes to call me that."

"Sounds good, she's got a good taste for once. But I'll call you Donna. Come with me, I'll show you around, but we're moving again soon, so don't like it too much Alright." Clayton glanced at the table from the corner of his eye: "Well, the biscuit box can be taken to your room, I don't usually eat it much."

Donna's hands moved the cookie box into her basket as fast as a squirrel.

She is open and generous in everything she does, without the euphemism and restraint of a city girl, which also made Clayton Bello quickly adapt to her existence, and the chatterbox gradually opened up.

There was something of Clayton's familiar simplicity and warmth about the girl, and she even added a hug to free Clayton from his initial regrets.

"This room belongs to you. It used to be a guest room, but I usually don't have any guests here. The beds are very new. I will put the quilt in later, and the brazier is the same. Be careful, the people here The weather is much colder than Batenu, and deep winter is coming soon." When we arrived in the guest room, Clayton introduced it to his niece, while bending over and stretching out his hand, he pulled a corner of the end sheet and smoothed out the wrinkles.

Donna couldn't stop looking here. Clayton used the whole house as a free warehouse. There was no room for hanging pictures, and the same was true for the walls of the guest rooms.

She was dazzled by those gorgeous and colorful landscape oil paintings.

Clayton was keenly aware of her emotions.

"They may be sold later, but if you like them, I'll keep them."

Those paintings are not worth much now, but this does not mean that the techniques and aesthetic concepts used in them are backward, just because their authors are not yet famous.

The girl withdrew her appreciative gaze and shook her head.

"No, I'm just looking."

"If you want anything, just tell me."

Clayton had made up his mind to raise her as his own daughter, and there was nothing he would not give.

Tritis obviously didn't receive his previous rejection letter, but it doesn't matter now, at least he will be her guardian while the child is still studying in Sasha City.

Next, let the child rest for a while, and he introduced to her all the functional rooms of the entire building and how to use the electrical facilities. Two hours passed in a flash.

"Uncle Clayton, what is this room for, and why is it locked?"

Donna didn't continue to follow her uncle, her feet stopped in front of the study door, her green skirt fluttered, but a wonderful color similar to crimson was reflected on the painted surface of the wooden door.

"Didn't I introduce it? I must have forgotten it." Clayton followed slowly, but he had to pretend to be confused about this question. "This is the study room. There are some boring books in it, and some boring bills about money transactions. You don't want to read them."

Donna pursed her lips, seeming to consider whether Clayton's words made sense.

Although she was not a wild child, she could be seen to be a girl of her own, and Clayton was pleased with this, but prayed that she would not be too interested in the study.

Clara was still on the desk.

Fortunately, Donna quickly gave up her curiosity about the study and turned to offer advice on today's dinner.

Calculating the time, it's time for people here to prepare dinner.

"I just learned how to make a raspberry cake from my mother, if you have an oven here, I can make one in no time, raspberries are really delicious, everyone should try umm probably don't have raspberries here Pots...but cake embryos are also delicious." When Donna said these things, her eyes became sparkling.

Raspberry cake, that's Ulen's favorite. Clayton froze for a moment, and his tone inevitably added a bit of kindness.

"Sorry, Donna, not only are there no raspberries, but there is also no flour and eggs to make cake embryos. But I promise they will be available soon, but today is too late. We'd better go out to eat tonight, I I know there is a good store, if I go out now, the time will be just right when I get there."

He stretched out his hand to guide the exit of the corridor, and then walked forward first.

"Great, what can we eat then?" Donna followed him briskly, and they walked through the corridor together and returned to the hall.

"Their chef is very good at making turbot, which is a kind of seafood. It is difficult to get such ingredients in Batenu, but I think it will be the taste you like."

Clayton mumbled to the door, tightened his tie, took off the bowler hat on the coat rack and put it on for himself. Behind him, Donna also put on her red hat, preparing for the cold outside. wind,
The wolf who was no longer alone used the key to unlock the door and unchain it.

Amidst the clinking of the chains, he suddenly couldn't help letting out a chuckle, and the pressure and ignorant anger that had accumulated for a long time dissipated invisible.

Donna heard his laughter and asked puzzledly, "Uncle Clayton? Is there anything happy?"

Clayton turned around, the most genuine smile in the world on his bushy face.

"It's nothing, I'm just glad you came to me earlier than Shen Dong, Shen Dong is really a very difficult period of time."

　The list of new characters adopted in this volume is as follows
　　"Winston Jean Stewart" courtesy of WinstonR

　　Now to eat "Ian" offered by bread

　　"Adelaide Lax" by Raziel

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