The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 344 Great Educator Clayton

In the huge restaurant, only Clayton and Donna were enjoying afternoon tea around a round table.

In fact, the scenery in the back garden is very beautiful and more suitable for such leisurely activities, but the current season makes outdoor dining a torture.

Not long ago, a heavy snowstorm hit Revo, which was something Clayton had never experienced in all the years he had lived here. The temperature in Sasha City also began to drop sharply. The abnormal climate change made people uneasy, but it had nothing to do with the room where the fireplace was lit.

Donna casually stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth, then picked up the teacup next to her and washed it down.

She was so focused on school that she failed to appreciate the chef's cooking.

"Your way of eating is more suitable for a tavern," Clayton commented.

Donna instinctively looked up and asked back, "What's wrong with that?"

Clayton put down his knife and fork, propped up his chin and looked at her, smiling: "Nothing, it's pretty cute."

The sudden compliment made Donna blush. She lowered her head to avoid her uncle's gaze, straightened her hunched back, put her legs together under her skirt, and held the knife and fork steadily, consciously learning the dining posture of a lady.

Clayton smiled as he watched her transformation, a move he had learned as an officer.

In the past, he would just pinch his throat and shout in front of those recruits who were always falling off their horses: "Oh, you fell again. Your waist and legs must be sore from practicing. You must have a good rest." or "It's really too hard. Come on, drink some water. Or I will go to the general to ask for a velvet bed for you?" Such polite greetings would always make those lazy recruits start practicing again.

This trick works not only on grown men, but also on fifteen-year-old girls.

A servant came into the dining room: "Sir, your newspaper."

He respectfully placed the newspaper on the table and then left. Clayton picked up the newspaper and spread it out, without getting any ink on his hands during the whole process, because the servant had just ironed it to dry the ink on the newspaper so as not to stain the reader's hands.

The whole newspaper was hot and felt good to hold.

The last time Clayton experienced this kind of treatment was before he was discharged from the army. He unfolded the newspaper and read it with some nostalgia.

"Pious or heretical?"

This was the headline of the local newspaper, which introduced a rare piece of international news. It seemed that something had gone wrong in Towton again, but the newspaper was vague about this point, as if it had no intention of letting readers understand what had happened.

After reading the entire article, Clayton could only understand that the people of Towton seemed to be troubled by religious issues, and that they had made some very bad attempts that might affect the whole world.

But he doesn't believe in religion, so who cares!

He flipped through it briefly and didn't find anything of interest, so he turned back to the joke section and laughed to himself as he read.

Donna was attracted by his laughter, she looked up secretly, trying to see what he was reading, but she could only see the back of the newspaper.

A small advertising section caught her attention.

The address attached to the line "There is a fifteen-year-old young lady at home, as lively as a Leo in June, and urgently looking for a strict teacher" is exactly where they are.

Donna put down her knife and fork and let out a long sigh.

"Can I not go to school?" she asked the question again.

Clayton's face appeared from behind the newspaper, and he looked at her in surprise: "I thought we had already agreed on this. And you also said before in Gevorg that you wanted to learn some skills."

"It's not this skill I want to learn, but the skills you use against your enemies."

"Do you think all the problems in the world can be solved by violence?" Clayton put down the newspaper and looked at her seriously. "If you want to deal with an enemy, there are more means than just violence. There are also deception and alliance."

"If you don't understand the mysteries of grammar, a document full of loopholes can fool you."

“If you don’t know etiquette, those who do know it may look down on you, and you will find it difficult to convince them to be your allies.”

"If you don't know how to count, you may suffer losses no matter what you do."

These words are all based on his experience. He has made many mistakes and does not want other Belleos to make the same mistakes.

Donna was a little hesitant to hear such sincere words, but she still had reasons to argue.

"But you can learn these at home, there's no need to go to school, you can find a tutor."

"Times have changed." Clayton sighed. "Now it's not enough to just have knowledge. People also need a piece of paper to prove that they have learned all these things. I know you may not want to get married right away, but even if you plan to do technical work like a man, you still need a certificate to qualify for the job."

"Nowadays, even to become a butcher, you have to take a butchering qualification exam first. And senior butchers with open-air butchering qualifications can earn more than butchers who have only passed the ordinary butchering qualification exam."

"Why are city people so troublesome?!" Donna sighed loudly.

Clayton thought she might change her mind, and he relaxed.

However, Donna caused trouble again.

"But I still think I shouldn't go to school." She spoke firmly, her voice echoing in the restaurant like a great orator, "Because you need me, and I can help you. You can't let that green-haired guy talk nonsense around you. He will definitely make you waste a lot of money to fund his own research. All alchemists are like this."

This makes sense, and Clayton is still hesitant about whether to keep Julius. Julius has made a lot of contributions, but whenever he thinks of Julius's contributions, he also recalls that broken mouth.

However, in order to let Donna go to school, Clayton was determined to hire Julius.

"He's not bad, I'll strictly limit his offer."

Donna stood up anxiously: "What about Clara? She still needs my magic to restrain her. I can't take her to school with me!"

"Just leave her here. I think she's become smarter and shouldn't have any impact on me." Clayton felt ashamed when he said this. He was as ruthless as a government civil servant to a disabled soldier who came to ask for his salary. A simple "thank you for your sacrifice for the country" could write off everything.

Donna was obviously furious too.

She paced back and forth beside the dining table, overturning her previous thought of "never being jealous of Clara" in her heart.

The image of the little devil now is just right. He has two convenient hands for hugging, clapping and making gestures, but he still has those spider legs below his collarbone, which is not tolerated by society.

If Clara had grown a little taller, Clayton would probably have sent her to school.

"I really have a legitimate reason not to go to school!" she yelled aggrievedly.

Clayton smiled and nodded: "Then please tell me what the reason is."

Donna opened her mouth, but no explanation came out.

So Clayton continued to recite his plan: "There are five courses every day - grammar, music, dance, arithmetic and etiquette, each course is one hour, and there is a rest every Sunday."

"Five hours a day, that should be fine."

"Each course has homework. I think each homework should take at least half an hour so that you can remember the content of the course. And these courses are just the most basic. Depending on your response, I will add other projects as appropriate."

Donna walked to the chair and fell down, leaning her head back and breathing hard. She didn't look like a lion, but more like a stubborn pufferfish gradually fainting on the shore.

Seeing this, Clayton was very happy: "Great, pretending to faint is one of the most important skills for a lady. It seems that you have learned how to avoid inappropriate topics. I will explain this to your new etiquette teacher so that he can skip this part."

As he spoke, he picked up the pepper shaker and moved it over to use as smelling salts, hoping that Donna could complete the final step of waking up.

This substitution was effective. Donna took a big puff of pepper and immediately became lively and energetic than before she collapsed, and punched him hard.

The punch hit Clayton's chest, and his reaction was ecstasy.

"What a brilliant and concise way of putting it. How could I have forgotten this? We also have to add the close combat course! We also have to include the swordplay we agreed on before. Let's add another two hours!"

Donna was so angry that she jumped up and rocked her chair wildly, which further stimulated Clayton's teaching instinct - if such a thing really existed.

"That's right! And horsemanship! I have to write it down right away."

"I agree to go to school, but at least let me relax a little before school." Donna stopped and begged.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant: "Except for sleeping time, don't you still have four hours of free time?"

Donna couldn't bear it anymore, she rushed out of the restaurant, ran to the stable and grabbed a horse, and through spiritual communication, she made it rush out of its new home and go straight to Miss Charlotte's home.

after an hour
"He bullied me!" Donna wiped her tears. She was not very sad at first, but she couldn't help crying when she saw Charlotte.

"Yes, Mr. Belleau has gone too far this time!" Charlotte hugged her in her arms, patted her back gently, and complained in the same way: "Why does a lady need to practice swordsmanship and fighting? Equestrianism is not often used. I will go and persuade him to cancel these three courses."

Donna hastily pulled herself out of her arms.

"Don't do that. I only want these three classes. Just help me cancel the other classes."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment, then looked at her tear-stained face and couldn't help laughing: "You are really a weird girl."

Donna was about to retort, but there was a knock on the door. Charlotte went out to open the door, leaving her in the room. After a while, she saw Clayton and Charlotte walk in together, and she stood up nervously.

"If you don't want the horse to be stolen, don't just tie it to a tree," Clayton said, holding out his hand to her. "Let's go back. I didn't consider the time limit just now. It was my mistake, but I have a new plan now, which will definitely meet your requirements."

Donna didn't pull his hand, she shrank back warily.

“I need to know what the plan is first.”

"In short, I combined the lessons of grammar, dance, and combat into one course, taught by me personally, and it's absolutely fun."

Clayton's solemn promise made Charlotte a little uneasy.

"How can so many different subjects be combined into one? What exactly are you going to teach her?"

"It's actually possible, if you're willing to take the time to think about it."

After answering Charlotte, Clayton looked at Donna. He looked very confident: "Regarding this new course, I call it "Drama Writing and Performance"."

(End of this chapter)