The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 340 Clayton Bello's Guilt
Perot died, and Donna was the saddest person besides Barbara.

She had been heartbroken a lot recently, and she was also upset that Louis had decided to stay and face the church's trial.

Clayton was also a little sad, but his reaction to these things was not as great as hers. He always had to do things, such as arranging for Serenie and Mary, who had to lie down, to take one car, Clara and the cold Pero, most of the luggage and Barbara in the boxes, and himself and Donna and Julius to take another car.

The luggage was basically put away, and Clayton gave it a final check before jumping into the carriage.

Julius touched the leather cushion in his seat with emotion. "Ah, many pregnant women in ancient and modern times have suffered miscarriages because of sitting in this simple carriage and enduring the bumps on the country roads. I didn't expect that I would be happy about such treatment today. It's really unpredictable."

"Can you say something nice?" Clayton was still trying to squeeze in. His sturdy body made him feel cramped even in the spacious carriage.

"As you wish."

Before Julius finished his joke, Donna suddenly leaned forward, walked around Clayton's body and stared at him quietly.

"Julius, go down. I want to talk to Clayton alone."

"Be polite," Clayton said.

Donna reluctantly repeated what she had just said, but added "please" in front of it.

Julius shrugged, opened the door and got out of the car. For him, studying Clara's changes was also a good choice.

With one less person in the car, Clayton was finally able to stretch his legs, but he knew Donna was about to discuss an unpleasant topic.

He raised his hand and knocked on the roof, signaling the driver to start driving. The sound of the wheels rolling over the hard dirt road was loud and powerful enough to cover up the conversation in the carriage.

"Is there anything you want to tell me alone?"

Donna looked determined to die, as if she was going to solve all the unpleasant things today: "Not long ago, I had a dream in Wonderland. You know, wizards don't have meaningless dreams." Donna said carefully, while observing the expression on Clayton's face, which did not look good.

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamed that my father was writing a suicide note in a room, and you were beside him. He hoped that you could say something from your heart before he died, and then you had an argument."

Clayton's face relaxed. It wasn't the worst memory, it was even a good one.

"Ah, that time. I remember everything that happened that day. Tell me, Donna, what do you think of Ullen?"

"A very good-looking man." Donna followed the voice in her heart and said.

"No more impressions? How did your mother describe him?"

"She said he was a perfect man."

Clayton disagrees: "No one is perfect, and so is Ullen, but his minor flaws are negligible in his brilliant appearance."

"That's what you seemed to be arguing with him about."

Clayton stared at Donna's face and found some shadows of Uren in it. He suddenly felt happy. "If Uren was a woman, or from someone else's family, I wouldn't have so many troubles. It is precisely because I am his brother that I feel it is unfair. If you have a beautiful sister, perhaps you can have a similar feeling."

Donna thought about Clara and felt that she would never be jealous of her in her life.

"Did you guys reconcile afterwards?"

Clayton looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she was asking the question: "Of course, what makes you wonder?"

The girl was a little embarrassed: "I just want to know how you made up."

"We had a fight."

"that's it?"

"That's it. Sometimes men can communicate without words." Clayton said firmly, "Okay, I think you know enough. You don't have any questions about this, right?"

He seemed to want to end the conversation, and Donna became alert:
"In the dream, you also mentioned the death of a man named Echodan, and it sounded like..." She couldn't say the rest.

"Damn it, why are your dreams so long?!" Clayton muttered, his voice drowned in the rumbling sound of the wheels. "Erkdan, I almost forgot the name. Yes, Uren killed him. But it's no big deal. He was just a violent lunatic who thought he was a junior officer of the king. Everyone wanted to kill him, but they were afraid of going to the military court."

"Did he kill for you?"

"Yes, but it's nothing to say. We had a big fight about it."

Clayton's niece couldn't understand his attitude towards her father. For the first time, she was angry at her father and her tone became stiff: "You mean he helped you kill Echodan, and you still want to quarrel with him?"

"You don't understand. There are many different kinds of killing."

Clayton stared at her flushed face, his thoughts seemed to drift back to the distant past: "Before I arrived at Uren's team, Er Kedan was already there as their top boss, but Uren never took action. He killed Er Kedan entirely for me." "In the army, if an officer makes the soldiers angry, they will find an opportunity to kill him during the war. For example, if the officer is covered in mud and happens not to retreat in time, they will shoot him from a distance, and then say that they couldn't see his uniform clearly and thought he was an enemy. In this way, as long as there are witnesses around him, the person who did it can be exempted from punishment."

"Uren is a smart man. He would have thought of this, but he chose to kill Ekedang alone. It is a serious crime for a subordinate to murder his superior. If he is discovered, he will definitely be hanged."

"But he still did it. The reason he did it was because he felt that he would not be able to survive the next battle. After several battles, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he had no hope for himself. But he thought I might survive, so he had to kill Er Ke Dang first, so that Er Ke Dang would not survive and continue to cause trouble for me. I can't stand his idea, it's simply..."

"Cowardly?" Donna asked, feeling that she had gotten the truth.

Uren killed not out of bravery but out of desperation.

But surprisingly, she did not think this was her father's shortcoming. Perhaps she could feel his love for his family from his actions.

"I thought so at the time. His performance was much worse than what he had shown in the past." Clayton sighed, "But later I gradually got to know him. He is definitely not a coward. On the contrary, your father is a top-notch hero."

Long after that incident, Clayton became an officer in the army, had people under him, and established a brotherly relationship with some soldiers. He began to look at things from the perspective of a protector, and similar ideas to Ullen began to emerge. One day, he clearly realized in his heart that a tear from someone he cared about was much more terrible than his own death, and he just couldn't change this.

That is, from the moment Clayton recognized himself, he also understood Uren.

The two Bello brothers never really opposed each other.

Unfortunately, that happened after Uren’s death.

"I think your dream should end here, right?" Clayton didn't want to continue. There were some really bad things that Donna shouldn't know now. He was grateful that Cuitis didn't tell her these things. This gave him a chance to defend himself in front of Uren's daughter, but he might never mention it again in his life.

"Can you tell me more about what you usually do? I want to know what he likes? Mom rarely tells me about him." Donna begged excitedly. She was attracted by the new topic and forgot her sadness.

She was sad because of one death and happy because of another death.

This is the characteristic of the Bello family, they are changeable, their emotions come and go quickly - or so they think.

Those important experiences will be inadvertently engraved into their souls, either benefiting them for life or like thorns in the flesh, revealing their presence from time to time.

Clayton answered Donna's questions absentmindedly, his mind was not at peace.

What Donna didn't know was that the misunderstanding was resolved much later.

At that time, Clayton and Uren had a fight. Although they reconciled, it was not that Clayton understood Uren. He just accepted that "his brother was cowardly."

The subsequent battle was not serious and Uren survived, but Duke Lean, the cousin of Hellen IV, noticed the existence of the Belle brothers.

The Duke was controversial. He only recruited handsome men in the army and liked to customize particularly gorgeous uniforms for his soldiers. He usually did not let them go to the front line. He only let them shine on the battlefield when the Queen requested a military parade. Sometimes he used their performances to raise funds for the frontline soldiers.

Their profession is more like actors than soldiers.

This unit was therefore called the "Hyacinth Club" and was regarded as the Duke's personal guard of honor, and was despised by the soldiers on the front line.

When the recruiter sent by the Duke arrived, he only had his eyes on Ullen Bello, while Clayton Bello did not meet their standards because of his facial injury.

Ullen doesn't care about external honor, but he wants to be with his brother, even at the cost of violating the Duke's orders.

Clayton didn't think so. He tried his best to persuade Uren to follow the Duke's men and leave, because he believed that since his brother was not adapted to the battlefield, he should stay in a safe place, and the Duke's guard of honor was a good place.

Clayton's opinion was crucial, so Uren left his original team and joined Duke Rean's guard of honor.

However, in the spring of the following year, Duke Rean showed another side of himself. He personally led his troops across the sea to the front line of the colony to assist another regiment in fighting against the Towton people. He successfully defended the famous Whalebone Port under the offensive of the Towton army and the Blackshirts. The price was that the "Hyacinth Club" with 236 members lost 41 people, and Duke Rean himself died on the battlefield.

Wu Lun is one of those 41 people.

Clayton often had dreams after learning the news. Sometimes he dreamed of the last quarrel with his brother, and sometimes he dreamed of sitting with Uren and celebrating with a toast, but he would eventually wake up in a cold sweat.

His brother left him, but it was not Uren's fault, he was the one who abandoned his brother.

If he had not suggested that Uren join Duke Rean's army, Uren should be living happily with his wife and daughter now.

Tristana is left without a husband and Donna without a father, all because of his wrong decision.

And how could he mention these things in front of Donna?
After answering seven questions about Uren in a row, Clayton turned away with worry in his heart, closed his eyes and yawned deeply amid Uren's daughter's curious questioning.

"You have too many questions. Just let me take a nap. We can talk about the rest of the story later."

Donna whimpered helplessly, but still let him go.

Clayton leaned his body slightly and leaned his head back against the seat. Not long after, a steady snoring sounded in the car.