The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 170 Preschool Education
Julius was noncommittal, he even nodded slightly.

"That's right, none of them have anything to do with Bracolla. But how do you explain that there are so many devils among your mentors?"

"Devils are good too, and our principal Fatia is still a unicorn." Donna said.

As we all know, unicorns are the purest creatures.

With such a boss, the devil must also be restrained.

It's just that this can't help but surprise Creighton, and he interjected: "Donna, so you studied at Bracolla before?"

"Yes."

"So you learned your grammar from a horse?"

Donna's expression collapsed.

"Uncle, Principal Fatia is a unicorn! She is wiser than most human beings!" As soon as she spoke, she suddenly realized that this might be a turning point, and asked with some expectation: "So you know that I am a witch , then about high school..."

"You have to go." Clayton sternly refused her:
"You can't be an uneducated witch. I don't want you to end up marrying an upstart because of this reason. Marrying a wizard who can only talk toads won't get my blessing."

Julius was still laughing sarcastically in front of him, and the smile disappeared when he heard the last sentence.

"I think you have a very serious prejudice against male spellcasters. We use toad venom as medicine is supported by the basic principles of alchemy. This is not just a simple toad."

Clayton snorted without apologizing.

The wizard sighed, stood up and opened his hands towards them: "I think we should all calm down, now is the time to gather our strength. Miss, do you know what kind of trouble your uncle is in? ?”

"of course."

Donna took a look at Creighton, and cringed at the thought of him being a werewolf, but she insisted on speaking out her thoughts.

"I think his plight has something to do with the demon in the study. It is very common for people who are tempted by demons to have bad luck."

Clayton cleared his throat: "Donna, have you met Clara?"

"That's still a woman?!"

Clara is a girl's name. Donna sensitively received this information, and her face changed. This kind of case is not uncommon: "Uncle, you must not listen to the words of a beautiful woman. Her body is invisible. You see It is only the body possessed by it, and being tempted by the devil will not end well."

"Donna!"

Clayton's pale face finally had some color: "Don't be stupid, Clara is not what you imagined. I know what kind of disaster the devil can cause, but she is an exception. You will know it when you see her. "

He didn't want to talk about Clara anymore, lest Donna make irrational judgments due to misunderstandings,
"The purpose of our coming to Rewo is to solve this." Clayton showed her the necklace: "The jewel of bad luck smoothed out my luck, and its power is still growing. I can feel that the bad things around me are getting stronger and stronger. There are more and more."

"It's impossible, that's not all the power of the doom jewel."

Donna shook her head, denying this conclusion: "Uncle, is the straw doll I gave you still there?"

"It shattered."

Clayton showed her the straws from his coat pocket.

The girl took out another straw doll from her bosom, which was exactly the same as the intact one she gave to Clayton, but now it was different, the doll in her hand still retained a third of its outline.

"This is the amulet Ms. Lokta gave me. It is powerful enough to even out the consequences of a deadly curse, but now it is shattered. Someone must have interfered with this fate."

Julius squinted at the two handfuls of straw, trying to understand what he hadn't been able to understand before.

The doll in Clayton's hand was not a real miraculous object, which had been verified in his previous tests, and the truly effective amulet was in the hands of Donna Bello.But because the two straw dolls are similar in shape and weaving techniques, they have a nihilistic connection, and this witch has adopted a certain ritual to make them resonate, so that the utility of the genuine product can be extended beyond the imitation.

Bracolla is the stronghold of wild wizards. Although they are conservative in thinking and not enterprising, they are still experts in the field of sympathetic witchcraft.

"What happened to the man who pointed the gun at us?" Donna looked up at her uncle.

"He's dead, I killed him."

Clayton was reluctant to speak so directly, but he changed his mind now. He had to tell the brutal truth in order to convince Donna.

"It seems that without this amulet, I might have been killed by him at that time. If you stay by my side, you will also be affected by bad luck, and you will inevitably encounter such dangers. I need you to go back to Sasha City and stay with Mrs. Rose Together, Julius and I will sort out this trouble, and you have nothing to do but wait for our good news,"

Hearing the murder, the girl just trembled for a moment, but then returned her uncle with extremely firm eyes.

"I can't listen to you this time."

Clayton recalled the short time they spent together, and suddenly realized a problem:
"Wait, you don't seem to have heard me once"

This hit the mark, and Donna's face fell down again.

Fortunately, at this moment Julius coughed and spoke, saving her a little bit of dignity:
"Clayton, you can't stop her."

"I can see that this little witch has mastered at least one linking ceremony. If necessary, she can link your fate with hers. Even if you go back to the city and stay away from us, she still has a way to share the burden with you." It's not dangerous, it's better to be by our side, you can take care of her at any time."

"And" he patted the bad gun on the table—Clayton's. "She also refers to the form of protection spell, we really need her."

Resisting curses with sidearms instead of their masters is the common magic of northern shamans and druids.

The current situation is very clear, the bad luck on Clayton will continue, and they may not be able to escape completely, just need this kind of magic to protect themselves.

"But I don't know you yet." Donna directly questioned him.

Julius stood upright, the wand slipped into his palm, and the tip of the wand stuck to his heart and nodded slightly to her: "I am Iron Finger of Strauss, a student of the Soul Seizing School, your uncle Clayton Bello's mage advisor, Julius."

Even though Julius had only worked at Clayton for a week, his identity background and professional impression immediately became decent after such an introduction.

Donna sat on the bed and didn't get up: "Bracola, witch"

She paused for a moment, then glanced carefully at Clayton suddenly, and then said another name embarrassingly.

".Creticia."

The first half of the name is almost identical to Creighton.

Clayton's breathing became disordered, and he pretended to be calm: "Donna, why did you have another name?"

"This is the name of a wizard." Julius told him, "Many extraordinary people don't have only one name. We will create new names for ourselves to replace the real names given by our parents, and the new real names are hidden. It helps to avoid the curse, and those religious people do the same, so they have the Christian name."

While he explained, Creighton's eyes were fixed on Donna, not paying attention.

Undoubtedly, the most powerful feature to show the closeness of blood is to choose a related name. Once he knew that Donna referred to his own name when naming her, he would almost faint with happiness, but he couldn't show it on the surface.

"I can help you," Donna repeated. "I will be able to stand up by tomorrow at the latest and go to investigate with you."

Clayton gradually calmed down.

Taking care of one's own relatives has different concerns than controlling a warrior, and he must master the balance.

Although Clayton wanted to suspend today's schedule and spend all his time with Donna, this decision was vetoed by him.

Clayton could only temporarily send his niece to Barbara's home.

They had now determined that there was an enemy outside of doom, perhaps also a spellcaster, so they couldn't leave Donna alone.

Barbara is the only woman Clayton knows locally who has the ability to take care of Donna. Although Ms. Barbara is a vampire, he left half a bucket of blood here after all. Vampires who are full will not bite for a while. human desire, and Donna would only be there for an afternoon.

He and Julius went to visit the coachman, hoping to get some useful clues,

After bidding farewell to her uncle and his mage advisor, Donna temporarily sat down in the living room of Perot's house, looking curiously at the surrounding facilities.

Although Rewo is also a village, it is quite different from Batenu.

There is less land here, but more people. Although she can't see it, she can hear it all.Old Mr. Perot was obviously just repairing furniture in front of his house, and he also greeted passers-by three times in a short while, which is unimaginable in Batenu.

"Do you want some milk? Just squeezed out." Barbara asked her with a smile, holding a jug, like a kind old mother.

Donna came to her senses, returned a sweet smile, thanked her again, and pushed the cup in front of her.

She did not forget to spy on Barbara as she poured the milk jug.

Under the soft blond hair was an elegant and un-countryman appearance, but under the rough clothes was milk-white skin. The sunlight shining through the window did not cause any harm to her body.The pair of eyes with dilated pupils were tea-red in color, but because drinking blood relieved the curse, there was a faint layer of soothing green light floating above them.

Uncle had told her about Lady Barbara's identity - a vampire.

Many darkin see the Darkmoon Curse as a blessing, and only a few with particularly severe side effects are considered curses.

Vampires are one of the "cursed".

It's just that Donna didn't find anything special about this legendary creature. Regardless of her appearance, she was just a housewife who could be seen everywhere, and she was still illiterate.

The vampire noticed the clues of the long staring, Barbara turned her head and looked at the little girl suspiciously.

"Is there something on my face?"

Donna shook her head: "No, Aunt Barbara, I just think you are so beautiful."

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

It was hard not to make the housewife feel a little vain when such a pretty young girl complimented her own looks.

Barbara laughed, her face flushed—it was Clayton's blood running through her veins.

(End of this chapter)