The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 171
Donna was momentarily mesmerized when she saw the female vampire's smile.

Vampires have a natural ability to charm, and when they are alone, this ability can be used without hindrance.

The girl's heart beat much faster.

Putting the milk in front of her, she took a shallow sip, and couldn't help thinking about what her uncle said.

Werewolves are tall and strong, hairy and irritable. Most of these symptoms are reflected in Uncle Clayton. Alas, if only they were not descendants of werewolves who would go crazy, if only they were more elegant and powerful vampires, Maybe she could ask Barbara to help her now.
This idea was quickly cut off by herself.

There are no dark descendants in Bracolla, but it doesn't mean that the devil teachers won't teach students the corresponding knowledge.

Vampires themselves are corpses without blood, but if they want to stay strong, they must drink human blood regularly. Insufficient blood drinking will not only lead to weakening of strength, but also cause emotional loss. Although the werewolf family is rare, at least the onset of luna mania The time is fixed and there are ways to prepare ahead of time.

Donna doesn't want to be a werewolf, but the existence of wolf blood is not an option, but a fact.

In a sense, this is even the last gift from a father she has never met.

She put down the cup, turned her hands over, and grasped them with ten fingers bent. The skin on the palms was as white and ruddy as usual, and the nails were neatly trimmed, indicating that the healthy half-moon marks were fully developed. The girl could not imagine that these hands would one day turn into Wolf claws. And beards, do werewolves grow beards?She hadn't seen any other werewolves, but her uncle's type of beard put her off.
As the dark moon approached, the possibilities she feared would gradually magnify.

"Ah—" she sighed at the possibility of a bearded future.

Seeing her like this, Barbara picked up the jug suspiciously and sniffed the milk in the jug. The smell inside didn't seem to have gone bad.

Before the female vampire continued to ask, her husband came in from the outside. The man took off the blouse stained with ashes and sawdust, hung it at the door, kissed his cold wife again, turned his head to see Donna, and smiled again. He frowned imperceptibly - he actually didn't welcome guests at home at the moment, no matter who they were.

"I hope you don't hate it here."

Donna responded with the same courtesy: "This place feels familiar, like coming home."

When she said this, she turned her head and looked at the huge windows in the hall. The afternoon sun was shining in through the curtains. On the table in the center of the hall, a bouquet of flowers of various colors was placed in a vase. The hall embellishes a warm atmosphere.

Perot suddenly had a good impression: "Aren't you and Mr. Bello from the city?"

"We're from Nambulga, and my dad has a pasture there."

"Bliga, that's really far away."

Barbara sighed and poured herself a glass of milk.

After becoming a vampire, she lost many sensory abilities, including the sense of taste. Only after drinking blood can she restore the senses of ordinary people.But the strange thing is that dairy products also let her taste the taste in the bloodthirsty state.

Unfortunately, this is not something you can do every day.

Perot sat on the opposite side of the table, leaned against the back of the chair and let out a hearty sigh:

"Since he has a pasture, what are you doing in the city?"

Donna couldn't answer because Clayton hadn't said it, and Mom hadn't told her about it.

She was quick to get wise: "We have a distant relative who passed away. The property he left in the city needs to be taken over by someone. Just selling the store is not worth a lot of money. There are still many experienced employees in the store. It just so happens that my father I didn’t like the stereotyped life, so I rented out the land and moved to the city to start a new business.”

"He's really an adventurous guy," Perot said.But he suddenly remembered that Julius had praised his wife so much, and his face turned ugly.

He sighed for a while, then said again: "Donna, are you literate?"

Donna nodded and said, "I can read."

"I want to ask you to teach Barbara how to write. It doesn't take much, you just teach a little basic."

It was not difficult, Donna agreed, and both Perot and Barbara had happy smiles on their faces.

But the proper reception etiquette has not yet been completed. Barbara helped Donna go upstairs, and went to the attic to change into an old dress she just found out from the closet. It fit Donna quite well, and the blood-stained white dress was taken to the wash.

In addition, she sent some baked biscuits and honey, while she went to do the housework.

When Barbara finished her work, she came back to the attic, took a blank paper and a charcoal pencil, and sat down next to Donna like the best student.

In order to make the "teacher" feel considerate, Barbara placed the disabled girl in a large easy chair with armrests. This old chair is made of tangled dead vines and has been in existence for a long time. It can be called a family heirloom of their family, and it still exudes a faint smell of plant decay. Donna grabbed the armrests on both sides and shook them back and forth a few times, really feeling very comfortable. She looked at the housewife who was staring at her, and suddenly had a A sense of sight of being an old grandmother.

She paused shaking, took a deep breath, and said with a little self-confidence: "So, where should we start... Hmm... Do you have old newspapers here, or other printed publications?"

In the process of education, teaching materials are also very important.

But it seemed that Barbara hadn't made such a consideration, she panicked: "Do you really want these?"

"As long as it has text."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, and she rummaged through the pile of junk next to her for a while, and found a book with a black cover.

"Is this okay? This is the only one in our house."

Donna took it over. The cover of this book is made of pure black sheepskin. There is no writing on the surface, and it feels very rough. The old feeling made her murmur in her heart.

The book was opened, but the text inside was not Dorne, but Tallinn.

Donna doesn't know Tallinn, and she can recognize it is Tallinn because she has studied the ancient language, which is the common ancestor of Dorne, Taunton, and Tallinn. They share some letters and vocabulary, but that's all. That's all.

Barbara certainly didn't want to learn Tallinn, she should learn Dornish.However, there are indeed some vocabulary in it that can be extracted and taught separately.

"What's the book about?" she asked Barbara.

"It's a collection of bedside stories, left to me by my mother. Although I can't understand it, I always think it will be useful in the future, so I brought it with me when I married the old man."

The female vampire's answer was so firm that Donna turned to the second half of the book out of curiosity and overturned this statement in her mind.

This is not a storybook, this is a family notebook.

In fact, there are not many contents described in Tallinn in this book. After about twenty pages, the recorder’s handwriting is different, and the text has also been changed to Dorne, obviously a different owner.From then on, the Dorne language became the main text in this book, which indirectly explained the vicissitudes of this family.

And the time period of this change occurred at the end of the last century.

"Aunt Barbara, are your ancestors from Tallinn?"

Barbara nodded slightly blankly: "It seems so, how do you know?"

"It's written on it." Donna gestured to her, "Please wait a moment, I'm going to pick a paragraph that is suitable for explanation."

Barbara's ancestors came from extraordinary backgrounds, but in this generation, they can't even read.

But Donna was also born in Batenu, and she knew the reason for this "decline"—country people had no need for literacy.

If a person can live as long as he farms the land, and he has no idea of ​​studying or going to the city, let alone relatives and friends living in foreign lands to talk to each other, then literacy skills are not necessary for them. Even more so for girls.

When it came time to write a letter, they would call on literate people with eggs and wine, but that was rarely the case.

In the words of Principal Fatiya, it is extreme utilitarianism that kills the motivation for literacy.

The girl briefly read this family history book. Unexpectedly, Barbara's understanding of this book did not seem to be wrong. There were indeed many "stories" in it, but the people who experienced these stories were all her ancestors .

And if these stories are true, then Rewo may have many descendants of extraordinary people, but they don't know it.

This made Donna suddenly have a resonance.

Like herself, although she was called to learn magic by Bracolla at a very young age, she didn't know until this month that the family she belonged to turned out to be a family of werewolves.

It seems that at a certain time, many extraordinary creatures in Dorne hid themselves and did not appear easily in front of people
Soon, she found an interesting article suitable for teaching.

She raised her head, looked at her temporary student, and smiled slightly: "Then, let's start with this story, um, the story of Lax's daughter, the water fairies."

Clayton and Julius came out from Bono's house, and Fraser, their coachman, did give some different information.

Mr. Sevan, the son of Priest Louis, did plan to go to the city. He spent some money and invited a convoy formed by traveling merchants to wait for him for a few days, but he did not appear in front of everyone again. After waiting for a few days, the convoy disappeared. left, but Fraser's cousin Bono wasn't sure Sevan was in the car.

It is truly certain that the local who left with the convoy was someone else—Scheele Lax.

This old man is ordinary, but he is the father of the most beautiful girl in the area, Adelaide Lax. His daughter is said to have followed a stranger to the city last month, but the old father did not follow Instead, it took a week to pack up and leave the town with the convoy.

Another strange thing is that a circus came to Gévaux last month, and then disappeared after performing in public for a while, and when people thought they had gone to the city, they all came back.

(End of this chapter)