The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

When the night passed, the restless basement also subsided.

The werewolf's body fell down unconsciously, and the black hair receded back under the skin like a tide, and the figure continued to shrink until it returned to its human form.

Clayton lay on the ground for a while before waking up. He clutched his forehead, endured the pain from the inside out, got up from the ground, and groped for his clothes in the darkness to put them on.

He added four iron locks to the entrance trap of the basement to ensure that he would not escape to the surface and hurt others when he lost consciousness, but it also extended the unlocking process by more than four times. It took an hour to unlock the four keys and the iron lock one by one.

The basement scene is illuminated as light floods in.

The raw meat hanging from the many iron chain hooks hanging from the top swayed slightly, but their number was significantly reduced compared to yesterday's day. There were many traces of werewolves feasting on the ground, and meat scraps and blood were all over the floor.

Clayton glanced back, noticing that his food intake had unknowingly increased.

In the last night, at least eighty pounds of meat had gone into his belly.

It was almost impossible to conceal this dreadful figure, but fortunately he was about to move out, so he didn't have to explain it to the landlady and the maid.

It makes sense to clean up your groceries before moving.

After holding onto the ladder, his expression changed again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed into the dust.

Another darkin curse that Athena cast on him has not subsided, it has only stopped spreading, rather than giving up its position.

The wildly growing heterogeneous flesh and blood in the original normal body structure will naturally shrink during exercise, and the effect is as terrifying as pouring gravel into the blood vessels. Every deformation is torture for Creighton.

To solve this phenomenon, the best way he could think of was to stop taking the inhibitor issued by the elders, and let the curse of the naturally strong werewolf crowd out this unknown curse.

So far, he has felt some effects, but not much. He may have to wait for several years to expel the curse in this way.

We must find a way to resolve this matter as soon as possible.

Breakfast was ready for Clayton and Donna.

Some cheese bread, sausage and milk, simple breakfast has rich nutrition.

Creighton absently puts the food into his mouth. He had eaten enough last night and sprayed too much mouth deodorant just now, which has caused serious persecution to his taste buds. A spicy and sweet breath.

He paid more attention to Donna than to himself.

Ulun's daughter is now slim and handsome, at 15 years old. Tritis and Uren were about the same age when they got married, only one year older than Donna. Of course, Uren was only 20 years old at that time.

But in the eyes of city people, such an age is too young to get married, and they have enough time to receive education to cultivate them into better people.

Creighton considers such a view advanced.

"Uncle Clayton, are you a pharmacist?" Donna suddenly looked over.

Clayton put down his knife and fork, puzzled by the question.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"I saw a lot of potions in the closet next to the mirror in that bathroom." The girl took a lot of effort to repeat this new term. This word does not have any counterpart in the country, and it is closest to its meaning All "toilets" are at least a hundred yards away from the house in which they live, so that the stench will not be blown into the house.

Clayton froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

"That's not potion, that's my perfume, aftershave, hair oil, and facial oil."

Donna respected her uncle with envy in her eyes.

In fact, at this moment, Clayton still used cosmetics on his face - rouge yarn, which is actually more favored by women, but because of the werewolf curse, his skin evolved into the opposite dead man in order to cover the black hair underneath She looked pale, so she had to use rouge gauze to add some blood to her face, lest others ask questions.

As for the abnormalities of the eyes, they are not obvious during the day, but the pupils are much larger than ordinary people.

There is an eye wash containing belladonna on the market, which can dilate the pupils of the person and make the user appear more pure and kind. As long as he falsely claims that he has also used the product, no one will say anything.

"Did you do this all by yourself?" Donna asked.

She remembered that most of the containers had no labels, and it was impossible to tell the difference between them.

"It's all." Clayton said frankly, his job made him familiar with the application of fragrances and chemicals, and it was much more cost-effective than going to department stores to make these ointments by himself.

Hearing his answer, the girl's admiration was beyond words.

"I can't learn that," she muttered under her breath.

Clayton comforted her: "I can teach you, just take your time, no one is born with this."

The girl happily tapped the table with her fork.

Seeing the smile on her face, her uncle felt that the time he had to pay was worth it.

"However, learning is the most important thing. I will go out this morning to help you inquire about the school, and I will be back soon. I will take you to the store to buy clothes in the afternoon. Let's do the perfume making after school."

Donna's joy came to an abrupt end, she pointed at herself in surprise: "School?"

Seeing his niece's attitude, Clayton had a bad feeling. He nodded: "Your mother said that I will send you to high school."

"high school?"

The girl repeated the word again, the blankness and panic on her face made Clayton think for a moment that he was talking to Clara.

Donna put down the fork, her face looked very disturbed: "Okay, I will go to high school, high school is not bad, maybe I can adapt."

That doesn't sound good, Creighton interrupted her muttering with a raised hand.

"Donna, have you been to grammar school?"

This question was like a sedative, which calmed Donna down, and she finally found a little confidence.

"Of course, I can read."

"So have you finished seventh grade?"

Donna's beautiful yellow eyes were darting all over the place, but she couldn't look directly into Clayton's.

"Should have finished reading."

Clayton's face darkened, and his attitude suddenly changed. He said in a deep voice, "There are only two answers: 'read it' and 'haven't finished it'. The option 'should finish reading' does not exist."

"Maybe. I'm in the second grade." Donna's pronunciation of the last word was completely floating, and the volume was almost inaudible.

It's not okay--

Clayton just stared at Donna until the latter's eyes finally got tired and stopped in one place. He pushed the "Sasha Morning News" he subscribed to and pointed to a paragraph next to the picture.

"You read the paper, just the little paragraph I'm pointing to."

Donna finally felt more mental pressure from her uncle than her mother. She took the newspaper and read this paragraph tremblingly.

Hearing her reading aloud, Creighton's face gradually recovered a smile.

"There is no typo, very good. Have you been to the Women's College?"

"No." Donna whispered.

"That's all right, they only teach you how to sew, and we've got money, we can hire a tailor to do it for us. I think you're ready for high school."

On the contrary, Donna now showed embarrassment that she didn't have before. Clayton's assessment hit her self-confidence.

"I can go to school, but can I go to junior high school first... or low school or something? I'm afraid I won't be able to adapt to high school."

Clayton froze for a moment, and then understood what she was worried about. He opened his eyes wide, and his lips under the beard opened involuntarily, almost exposing the sharp back teeth of the werewolf curse alienation. After grunting in his throat, he finally let out A happy laugh that hasn't been seen in a long time.

His booming voice filled the restaurant.

"My dear silly girl, "high school" is not the abbreviation of "senior high school". Your grammar knowledge should tell you that in our language, 'high' also means 'upper', so the full name of 'high school' It's actually 'upper class prep, middle class school'!"

Amidst the laughter, Donna blushed. She raised her right hand to cover her cheek, and turned the other half of her face to the side, so that Clayton could not see it.

"Don't worry, girl, you can do it. I'm going out right away, hoping to get this done in one go."

Clayton suppressed a laugh, and confessed some things pretending to be serious, then grabbed his hat, shrugged his shoulders and moved all the way to the door, then went out, and went two streets away, finally couldn't help laughing heartily.

A famous poet once said, "Smiles make people live longer." This is true. Clayton has not been so energetic for a long time. When he walked into the gate of the 'rusted silver coin', he still felt light all over his body, as if even the curse would automatically It subsided quite a bit.

After deciding to resume business, he sent letters to employees announcing it.

Of course, Miss Charlotte, who loves work, has already been waiting here. Clayton was about to go up to say hello, when a hand stretched out from the middle of the showcase grabbed his trousers.

"Sir, take a look at my goods."