The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 142 Sharp turn down
At noon, when Clayton hired a carriage to pick up Charlotte, he was already a little more anxious than in the morning.

A few minor disturbances brought his work to a standstill.

When transcribing a transaction statement, the most convenient old pen in the past was accidentally broken in his hand, the ink polluted a large area of ​​data, and it took him a lot of effort to clean up the desktop.He had to write another letter to the remote assistant who provided the bill after changing the pen, hoping that the other party would send a backup file.

It will be delivered next week at the earliest.

Fortunately, the encounter between Charlotte and Donna went surprisingly smoothly, and they became acquainted almost as soon as they met.

Because Donna is such a beautiful little girl.

She waited in the living room early, out of etiquette, Charlotte had to get out of the car to meet her before returning to the car, and as soon as she saw Donna, Charlotte was fascinated by her.

"Donna, my brother's daughter. This is Miss Charlotte, my assistant, who is also an expert in dressing ladies." Clayton introduced them to each other.

"I like the title of expert." The female assistant looked at Donna's face carefully and couldn't help but praise. "Little lady, your mother must be a beauty. I dare say you don't need to learn how to dress up, you are already better than ninety-nine percent of urban girls. Look at this black hair like black sandalwood, and this snow-like skin. I love The shape of this nose is dead!"

Donna didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her head was raised higher and higher.

Clayton went among them:

"I have to clarify that the qualities you mentioned were all given to her by her father."

He felt that it was necessary to explain this point, so that Tritis would not receive praise that did not belong to her.

Patting Donna on the shoulder, he greeted again: "Okay, if you have anything to say, we can talk after we get in the car. Let's go to the department store to pick out some clothes for Donna to make her look more ladylike. Always wear this A red cloak is outrageous."

"But it's rainproof," said Donna, pursing her lips.

"It's made of cotton, so it's useless before the heavy rain. If you want to go out in the rain, I'll buy you a small silk umbrella to ensure that no rain will splash on you." Clayton took Donna and walked out , nudged her into the carriage, and Charlotte came up quickly.

Together, the two women are barely as wide as Clayton, but still look thin and slender.

The coachman flicked the reins lightly, and the naive horses waved their hooves obediently, dragging the carriage forward through the streets decorated with leafless sycamores.

Because Donna is sitting in the car, this road that Clayton has traveled thousands of times is also very interesting at the moment, not to mention that he is not going out this time to work, nor is he going to kill, the focus is on consumption, which is very different from him. It was as easy and happy as going to the city fair with my family for the first time when I was [-] years old.

As soon as he thought of this, Clayton unconsciously raised his middle finger and tapped his kneecap to play a ditty.

"Mr. Bello, have you grown taller?" Charlotte asked, huddled in the corner beside him.

Her eyes were on the top of Clayton's head, which reached almost to the top of the carriage.When Clayton took her to find someone to collect debts, it didn't seem to be so high.

The rhythm of Clayton's tapping faltered, and he said vaguely, "I didn't care, maybe."

The last time he measured the size was three months ago, and 1.88 meters was the measurement result at that time. Now his height should have exceeded this data.

This kind of growth is not a good thing in his eyes, the weight of the werewolf means a bigger appetite.

And he's already wasting money like water.

The two remunerations received from the Presbyterian Church and his original savings totaled [-] pounds, but after he paid off the debts caused by the failure of his business and ocean-going investment, it was only about [-] pounds.

Eight thousand pounds were deducted for the purchase of the house, leaving four thousand pounds.

But since the house has been changed, all living conditions must be improved accordingly.

In an independent house, there is no new landlady and her maid to help. He needs to hire two servants and a cook to clean and cook. In order to manage them, he may also hire a housekeeper, and Donna’s personal maid is also essential. .

He must also provide the food and uniforms for these people during their work, and the consumption efficiency of soap bars will be greatly improved.

Clayton did some rough calculations and found that the expenditure was at least eleven times higher than in the past.

Fortunately, the elders were willing to hire him to work among the magistrates. Although he would be paid less than what Grogne had promised if he chose to work on shifts the next day, it would still be £4 a week.

The tuition fee for high school is about 80 pounds a year, but if you want to practice some subjects outside the school, you need to buy your own equipment, including expensive paints and high-end musical instruments, so he needs to invest in it in the first year. At least thousands of pounds.

In order to reduce the tuition fee for musical instruments, Clayton did not declare the course of performance, but chose music theory appreciation—that is, he was in charge of standing in the back row of the performance classroom to watch the students who were learning to play the instruments and criticize them from time to time. kind.

Donna obviously couldn't be as scribbled as he was.

"Little lady." Clayton couldn't help using Charlotte's name, which sounded friendly and not offensive. "If you were asked to choose a musical instrument to learn, would you choose the piano or the violin? Or do you already have your own heart?"

His idea is very good, but Donna's expression seems to have a fundamental contradiction with music theory that is difficult to reconcile.

"Can I choose to whistle?" She tentatively hesitated, her body shaking in the violent vibration of the carriage.

Clayton shook his head sincerely: "This one won't work, I have already chosen this one."

Charlotte was facing out the car window, her shoulders kept shrugging, wondering if it was related to the potholes in the road.

Even after several corrections, the roads in Sasha City are still far from smooth, but people who have lived here for a long time will get used to this road condition and regard this road condition as an indispensable feature of the local area.However, the length of the journey this time was far from trivial. When the carriage stopped in front of the street of the department store, Donna was the first to jump off.

She was pale, her eyes were lost, her legs wobbled on the level ground, and she nearly fainted until Charlotte caught her.

Obviously, this state is not conducive to shopping happily, so Clayton had to go into the nearby tavern and buy half a jug of white wine to treat her dizziness. This is the secret recipe taught to him by the officer when he first boarded the ship.

The effect of the secret recipe was surprisingly good, and after just a sip, Donna regained her spirits.

"gooliry-yehavinus," she mumbled.

"What did you say?" Clayton took his leather jug ​​away from her lips suspiciously.

He could hear the words spoken by his niece clearly, but he couldn't tell which language it belonged to. It might be a foreign language, or it might be some kind of local slang, and the tone sounded like a complaint.

Donna was taken aback. She didn't seem to expect that this sentence would be heard by Clayton, so she froze in place, not knowing how to explain it.

Clayton had no intention of probing, so he simply made a point.

"Ladies are not allowed to swear."

Donna's face flushed immediately, she pursed her lips, and nodded subtly.

Compared with the dilapidated streets, the commercial street in Sasha City is quite gorgeous. The buildings on both sides are painted white and look very clean. The black railway lights cast in the shape of flower buds are arranged at intervals outside the buildings, and the split "stems" at the lower end It is curled in a rather fancy arc, leaving only one inserted into the wall as a fixation.

Although they are not lit during the day, the shape also adds a bit of literary temperament to the environment.

There are not many people on the road. People are neatly dressed and the colors of the clothes are different. They stop and go, and when they encounter something they are interested in, they stop and talk to the seller in a low voice.

It was this view that drew Creighton to settle, and it's not easy to find a city where most residents are willing to dress in color these days.

Industrial development comes at a price. Increasing pollution not only fills the air with yellow-black smog, but also shifts people’s clothing preferences to darker colors that are less likely to be dirty. Even if it is covered with dust, it is not impolite. .

In those developed cities, people are covered in dirt but pretend to be clean and walk on the streets, tacitly knowing each other.

It was precisely because Sasha City displayed an aura similar to that of Batenu, Donna did not suffer from stage fright. She was not too far away from Clayton and Charlotte, but trotted along the street fairly well. Attracted by the silvery enamel and gilt figurines in the display case, the carved chandeliers and ritual vessels inlaid with blue fluorite sparkled in her eyes.

Clayton regretted it for a while. If he had known that Donna would like it so much, he would have taken her to his store to have a look.

There is no shortage of beautiful artifacts among rusted silver coins.

"Donna, let's go, let's go to the millinery shop first." He greeted.

It might seem odd for a man to go to a milliner's shop, but if he's accompanied by a female family member, it's considered considerate.

Just as he was striding towards the front of the milliner's shop, a strong wind blew up and almost blew his hat off.

Clayton reached out to hold the hat, and on the second floor, which he could not see, after the strong wind blew, a potted plant placed on the stone decorative railing suddenly tilted and fell straight down, hitting him right top of the head.

The werewolf's senses finally caught the dull sound of the wind when the flowerpot was less than a foot from the top of his head.

He subconsciously raised his arm and lashed, smashing the cream-colored flowerpot together with the soil balls and plants inside, and the dry and cracked soil, pottery fragments and broken leaves were all over his arm.

This noise attracted the attention of people on the street, Charlotte and Donna ran over nervously after discovering this.

Clayton shook his arms, and before they could express their concern, he issued a statement:

"I'm fine, it's just that...the clothes are dirty, just go back and brush them with a brush."

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really dangerous, if it was me and the little lady standing under that flowerpot just now." She couldn't help shivering when she imagined that scene.

"However, some injuries can't be seen clearly. People with fractures may not be able to find out their condition quickly. I think you'd better let me check it."

The female assistant reached out to roll up the sleeve of Clayton's hand that resisted the fall of the heavy object, but the latter did not refuse - it would seem strange for a normal person to refuse to examine the injury.But his arms were too thick, and the sleeves could only be rolled up a little, so he couldn't see anything at all.

"I'd better take it off." Clayton sighed, and withdrew his right hand from the sleeve of the woolen coat.

At this moment, a carriage with two horses harnessed passed by his left, and the long sleeves of the overcoat hanging to the ground were naturally drawn into the rotating axle, and then tightened continuously like the rudder wheel on a ship.

In front of the two girls, their boss and uncle, Clayton Bello, was dragged away by the carriage.

(End of this chapter)