The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 345: A Rising Star in the Art World
What is Drama Writing and Performance?
Clayton explained it to them. To put it simply, Clayton guided Donna in writing the script, and then the two of them performed it together.

Charlotte didn't believe this approach would have any effect, but Clayton's confidence was not without reason.

"As long as your script is reasonable, I will do whatever you want."

When Charlotte turned her head, she saw Donna's eyes getting brighter and brighter.

This sentence completely inspired the girl's ambition. Before, Clayton always gave her orders. Although she was not very opposed to it, she would occasionally imagine the possibility of the other way around.

Now, Clayton actually promised to give her a chance to turn things around. Could she give up?
"Deal!" she said firmly.

They chatted all the way, and when they returned home, it was already evening.

It gets dark earlier at the end of the year and the lights in the house are already on.

The new house has a built-in power system and a generator room. As long as there is enough whale oil stored, the internal power supply can be maintained even if the external circuit is damaged. Keep the lights on at all times.

After dinner, the frozen meat that Clayton had ordered arrived, and the servants moved it into the basement.

Seeing this scene, he contentedly took Donna into the new study and began the first writing lesson.

The core of "Drama Writing and Performance" is actually arrangement.

Donna can choose what she wants to learn. She can insert plots that use that knowledge into her scripts, and Clayton will find a way to teach her how to perform it.

This educational policy has achieved remarkable results.

Under Clayton's guidance, she first wrote some small stories with similar content - a great adventurer defeats criminals.

The criminal is Clayton.

There's nothing we can do, there are too few actors.

"The law is clear and the law cannot be escaped. What do you think about me using this line as the opening remark in the final battle?" Donna asked Clayton for his opinion while writing at her desk.

"Very intimidating." Clayton poured himself a glass of wine and added after a gulp: "It's the level of a great playwright from two centuries ago."

Donna accepted the comment with ease and did not think it was an insult at all.

"Maybe I'm a genius. I've achieved so much after just a few hours of research. Maybe tomorrow will be the day." She suddenly laughed silently. Clayton had never seen such an optimistic person. He felt that he should learn from her.

After writing these stories, it’s still early to go to bed.

With Clayton's permission, Donna poured herself a small glass of wine. She walked to the bay window with the glass in her hand and drank it slowly for a minute facing the moon and her reflection. Her posture was extremely elegant, and every successful playwright undoubtedly had such a style.

Confidence and the heat of the wine surged into her heart.

After picking out her favorite story, she suggested starting right away with the final showdown. As a writer, she couldn't wait to see her work being performed.

The two men went to the back garden with Clayton's collection of unsharpened decorative weapons.

They stood on both sides of the cobblestone road. In the cold wind, Donna drew her sword, pointed it at her opponent and shouted, "The law is clear and you can't escape it! Williams, since God has let me meet you here, it means that your days of doing evil are over! I will use your head to commemorate the innocent people who died in your hands!"

Clayton did not draw his sword, but looked at her in embarrassment.

"You smile so brightly, as if you can't wait to chop off someone's head. Is it really okay for the Messenger of Justice to be so bloodthirsty?"

Donna hurriedly touched her face and found that her mouth was still open.

She coughed twice, put the sword back, turned her back, rubbed her face, and put away her smile.

"This time doesn't count, let's do it again."

She drew her sword again: "The law is clear, and we cannot escape it! Williams, since..."

Clayton interrupted her line: "My character is famous in the background. As a skilled bounty hunter, your posture should be more cautious, your arms should be lowered, and at the same time, your eyes should be fixed on me, pay attention to my eyes and shoulders, which are the best places to reflect my attack intentions."

"Oh." The girl obediently adjusted her posture according to his instructions.

Even though Clayton was teaching her how to fight, her feelings were different from when she was learning spear fighting in Wonderland.

Learning in Wonderland was to improve oneself, but now it is to restore the role.

"I am a bounty hunter, I am a bounty hunter," she repeated to herself, straightening her face, adjusting her posture, and shouting out the lines again.

"The law is clear and unavoidable! Williams, since God has allowed me to meet you here, it means that your days of doing evil are over! I will sacrifice your head to those innocent people who died in your hands!"

Donna’s voice is strong, her lines are clear, and her posture is impeccable.

After finishing her lines, she locked her eyes on Clayton, wondering how he would interpret his role. To be honest, she actually felt guilty towards Clayton. Even she knew that Clayton's bargaining chip for asking her to come back to teach was to give up a certain degree of freedom and let her arrange it. Maybe he didn't like drama at all, and although her level had reached the level of playwrights two centuries ago, there was still a certain gap compared to today's playwrights, and he might not think highly of her script.

If so, can he perform the role wholeheartedly?

Clayton moved, raising his sword to his right shoulder, with a relaxed look as if he was waiting for something.

While they were talking, dark clouds like waves in the sky moved slowly and silently, and now just blocked the moon. As the light dimmed, the shadows of the trees in the garden became thicker, and a pair of yellow wolf eyes were bright and cold in the darkness.

He lowered his head, but his aura became even more arrogant, looking down at the bounty hunter who was chasing him.

A toothy smile appeared on his face.

He smiled calmly and freely, neither fast nor slow.

Donna had never seen that kind of smile before. It was not the smile of satisfaction, but the smile of the unsatisfied. Clayton was no longer Clayton. He had truly become the bandit in the script.

She could feel that something would be taken away by him next.

Maybe, that is one's own life!
"The arrogant man claims to be righteous, but he does not know that his death is approaching." Clayton's voice also changed. The low voice seemed to be brought by the cold wind of hell, cruel and cunning.

He swung his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally to his side, and walked slowly towards him with the darkness on his back. The coldness around him seemed to be protecting him.

Feeling the incomparable strangeness and terror, Donna was so nervous that she almost forgot that these were the lines she had written. Her hand holding the sword was shaking, and she forgot how to use the weapon. She watched the tall figure approaching her step by step, and the cold light of the sword blade that flew close to her at the last moment.

At this moment, she instinctively realized something.

That is.
The guy in front of me didn't wrong himself at all, he was clearly enjoying it!

As first-time actors, both sides performed exceptionally well, with Donna's lines being passionate and Clayton being very evil.

However, after performing this story, Donna frowned on her way back to the study.

"It's really weird. I don't understand why I'm scared. Obviously, this character's setting is not as strong as Chude Osmar."

She dared to deal with evil creatures and even thousand-year-old wizards, but she couldn't help but tremble when facing the robber played by Clayton. It was really an inexplicable physical reaction.

"That's because you're not angry." Clayton explained, "Everyone is afraid of death, but we unconsciously use anger to fight this. Although you created this bad character, you are not familiar with his past experiences. Those atrocities are fictional and are just a superficial symbol in your mind. There is no way to arouse your anger. If you meet a real robber, you will definitely not give up the fight."

"I thought so too, but you acted really well." Donna was a little envious: "How many real robbers have you seen? It was so lifelike."

Clayton denied this speculation: "This has nothing to do with experience. Real robbers would not speak like this. They prefer sneak attacks and gang fights. However, there are many cases where they use the environment and costumes to make themselves look more terrifying."

"Even if the actor has never killed anyone, the hideousness he portrays can surpass that of a real murderer. This is what we call performing arts. Art is drawn from life, but it is more expressive than life."

Donna couldn't help but ponder.

She used to like reading simple and straightforward stories, and always kept the focus on the protagonist, but now she finds that supporting characters can be just as powerful.

She began to want to write something different.

Donna studied playwriting until bedtime, and she even offered to borrow books from Clayton.

The next day, even though several strict teachers invited by Clayton joined the teaching, the severe test did not defeat Donna. She studied the knowledge of other courses carefully, and then applied them to her own script. After class, she continued to look for things that could bring inspiration to her script.

On just the third day, she had improved the previous script and invited Clayton to perform again.

The Bello family has never been serious and old-fashioned. They practice their lines in the restaurant, but they can also fight in the corridor without warning.

This casual action frightened the servants passing by.

Although Donna could arrange for Clayton to have a failed ending in the play, she also didn't want Clayton to give in to her too much, as that would be too boring.

She redoubled her efforts, spending almost all of her after-school time studying the techniques of writing and fighting, occasionally secretly talking to Clara in the room and asking her to help with her lines.

On the other hand, in order to increase the sense of immersion, Clayton also asked his servants to purchase more than a dozen costumes on an urgent basis.

Seeing their serious behavior, the servants began to whisper, and in their impression, the uncle and nephew of Bello became avid drama lovers.

After a few days, Donna's ability to express herself improved greatly, and Clayton was very satisfied with her progress.

He extended an invitation to Donna.

"Let's go to the theater and see other people's work."

Donna didn't hesitate at all and agreed readily.