The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 346 Theory of Matter
The carriage compartment is really a secret and convenient place to talk.

"If you don't sleep, what do you do at night?" Donna asked Clayton quietly under the cover of the noisy crowd outside the car and the coachman's shouting.

The clothes she wore today were all picked out by Charlotte for her. She was wearing a pearl white satin dress of very novel style. Under the wide skirt, she wore pointed calfskin shoes. The red hooded cape was not the one she brought from her hometown, but a new one Clayton bought in the store. It was made of scarlet velvet and reached down to her waist, which was extremely gorgeous.

Wearing such an outfit, she looked so dignified that she hardly looked like herself.

Clayton looked calmly at the scenery outside the carriage through his sunglasses. He looked like a man who had just come out of meditation. He was not at all disturbed by the congestion and the coachman's shouting.

"I can change my form and run under the night sky."

"Just running?"

"Isn't running enough?" he asked.

Donna shook her head, "No, I just thought you would do something more meaningful. This is not like you."

"We've been together for a while, do I look like such a conservative person?" Clayton turned his head and smiled. His sideburns, which he had just trimmed before going out, had a lead-like texture. In addition to the new perfume, he also changed his hairstyle after a long time.

He combed the long hair on his forehead back, revealing his forehead completely. The hair that was piled back was slightly curled up at the back of his neck, like a thick mane.

Des Jorrad once described Clayton Bello as an ascetic, but that was not his nature.

As he spent time with his young family member, the guilt of his past seemed to be alleviated and dissipated, his body and soul became light, and the wolf's blood gave him new vitality, and those soul organs that had been dead for a long time and were used to feel joy were now resurrected.

At this moment, he could clearly feel his inner desire to seek beauty.

"Just doing meaningful things sounds like a life that theologians would advocate, but I'm not a believer. I live to find happiness."

“So, I run when I feel like running.”

As he spoke, Clayton grabbed some change from his pocket, then reached his hand out of the car window. When he pulled his hand back, he had already grabbed a few tin soldiers in his big hand.

"Look, these murder weapons are shrunk a thousand times. They can't shoot, but they still look realistic."

Donna took them and played with them fondly.

"Is this a gift for me?"

"Just showing you." Clayton said, "I'm going to put them on my desk when I get home. It's too boring."

Donna's interest waned and she handed the tin soldiers back to him.

"Don't worry, I'll give you another gift later. What do you think of a tea set?"

"good."

Donna no longer rejected these literary things, because the book she recently borrowed had a plot about making tea, but when she read it, she couldn't imagine the scene at all, because she didn't know how to make tea. If she had a set of tea utensils for experimentation, she would be able to understand the author's meaning better.

She felt that she understood Clayton's thinking more and more - she didn't have to like these things, she just had to learn how to use them.

Is this what the course "Drama Writing and Performance" is about?

"I think you want me to act like a lady instead of actually being one." Donna expressed her thoughts inexplicably.

"Am I being too obvious?" Clayton was surprised for a few seconds, then nodded approvingly, "Well, it's true. There are definitely benefits to pretending to be a lady in a world that prefers ladies, so why not?"

Donna asked back in confusion: "But isn't this cheating?"

"Whether cheating is a bad thing or not depends on the motivation. In this case, I think cheating is justified. If all women were the same, the world would be boring as hell."

Clayton was very excited when talking about this.

Donna propped up her chin and observed his expression: "So you don't like ladies either?"

"Let's put it this way. I'm more attracted to people with strong personalities," said Clayton, who is very open about his preferences. "In this messy world, sometimes we need some strong colors to remind us that we should pursue beauty. If we often deal with boring people, we will become boring and hate everything in the world. Boredom is a contagious disease, and it is very difficult to cure it."

He spread his hands: "Although strong personalities can easily lead to conflicts with others, today's concept of civilization is precisely the spiritual fire that the ancient sages ignited in conflicts and debates."

"Beauty must come from personality. Beauty cannot be produced without personality. If we cannot appreciate the beauty of people, then this world full of people will be no different from a cage for us. So, if I have to choose, I hope that my family, friends, and lovers actually have strong personalities. This includes you."

In the carriage, Donna, the only listener, was in awe of his theory.

No one had ever explained the power of appreciation so well before; her uncle was a master of emotion.

"Great, I knew you actually support me!"

Donna habitually grabbed Clayton's arm and shook it to express her closeness. Clayton fully accepted her praise and closeness and looked very pleased with himself.

After the girl finished complimenting him, she suddenly became curious.

"So what kind of lady will you marry in the future? Or who?"

She had some unspoken words, but she hoped that the person who married Clayton would be someone she knew and was close to.

There are not many people like them who know each other and have independent personalities.

She wanted to hear a familiar name from Clayton's mouth.

It would be great if it was Charlotte. She expected it on her own. She thought they had a good relationship, but it was normal if it was someone else. Clayton must know someone else. If she made a bold guess, it might be like what the neighbor in Patno said.
Under her gaze, Clayton's expression became solemn. He calmly thought about this major event in his life. After a moment, he pushed up his sunglasses and answered her decisively.

"A very wealthy widow."

Donna let go of his arm, and they walked on without saying a word.

In the theater's reception hall, the ticket inspector cut off the ticket stub and handed it to Clayton.

"Your ticket, sir."

Clayton took the ticket and led his niece into the theater. People also took their seats around them. Although the actors were still preparing backstage, the stage in front was already lit. The heavy electric lamps were slowly turning on the criss-crossing iron beams above their heads, and the concentrated light formed a huge circular bright spot on the closed dark red curtain.

Seeing Donna folding her arms and looking depressed, and even turning her head away from him, Clayton couldn't help but sigh.

"There's no need to be so angry, right?"

"You've gone too far!" Donna said softly but forcefully, "You were teaching me to use the ability to appreciate beauty to fight against this old-fashioned and boring world, but then you fell into it instead."

When she was angry, she called Clayton "you".

The theater is a public place, and Clayton lowered his voice to defend himself: "There is nothing I can do. The cruelty of the world is sometimes stronger than I can imagine. People are made up of both material and spiritual aspects. Although I would like to rely solely on the spiritual aspect, I cannot live on only half of it."

"Haha."

Before Donna could respond, the young man sitting in the seat in front of them started laughing.

Perhaps he felt that this was too rude, so he turned around and spoke to them first.

"I'm sorry I listened to your conversation without your permission."

He was a very handsome young man, with typical blond hair and blue eyes, no beard, and overall he looked not much older than Donna, probably less than twenty years old. His black hat and dress were clean and tidy, but not outstanding. However, he had a quiet temperament that elevated his presence.

Clayton sensed a familiar aura from the young man. He thought for a moment and politely rejected the apology:

"No, it's nothing, this is a public place so you don't have to apologize for anything you heard."

Donna acted like a lady and added on behalf of her uncle: "On the contrary, it is wrong for us to argue here. I apologize to you."

Things should have ended like this, but the young man didn't want to do so.

"My name is Morris. May I ask your names?"

Just as Donna was about to introduce herself, she heard Clayton say an unfamiliar name.

"Wolfgang."

"Clara," Donna said.

Morris smiled and nodded, but his eyes shifted to the side for a moment, as if he was savoring the two names.

"It's an honor to meet you two." He stretched out his hand across the back of the chair and shook hands with Clayton. "However, it may be presumptuous to say this. I don't quite agree with this gentleman's opinion. Fortunately, the play has not yet begun. I hope to express my opinion in front of you two."

Clayton raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Donna smiled and nodded, feeling very excited in her heart. She had never thought that she could find a stranger's helping hand here. This experience was really a huge surprise.

Morris explained in a low but calm voice: "It is true that people are made up of both material and spiritual aspects, but we always use our spirit to understand the world and give meaning to all the chaos. Those ugly things are real, but fortunately, God has mercy on us and given us the ability to appreciate beauty, so we have enough spiritual strength to resist the test of the material world. Didn't you two come here to appreciate the artistic beauty of drama?"

Yes, Donna nodded in agreement.

Clayton shook his head. "But if I didn't have a penny in my pocket, I wouldn't be able to sit here and debate with you. I'm not looking down on anything. Material conditions and spiritual pursuits are equally important to me. It's just that we have to weigh the importance of the two and have to make sacrifices based on changes in the outside world."

His niece began to wonder about the legitimacy of this idea again - it didn't sound wrong, but she just didn't like the tone of it.

It's so sad.

Morris sighed and looked at the lieutenant's appearance with appreciation, but his words still denied his point of view:
"Mr. Wolfgang, if you ask me, the pursuit of beauty should not occupy only half of life, but all of it. We should not limit our pursuit of beauty because of material things."

Morris made a bold prediction: "If we lose the ability to appreciate beauty, I am afraid that all human beings will be extinct in a month. But if we die in pursuit of beauty, we will not have such worries. Even if we die, we will be happy."

"Please don't think I'm talking nonsense, because there are many such examples throughout history."

"The beautiful young man Xiuyi, who used water as a mirror and drowned himself in order to see his own beauty more clearly; the female warrior Findebai, who betrayed her family, killed her father and brother for the sake of her lover, and finally died with her lover; the lonely ancient king Livre, who asked to be cremated before his death, which was considered a heresy at the time, just to let his soul fly up to the sky with the smoke and be accompanied by the beautiful stars."

Morris talked endlessly about allusions to ancient history and mythology.

His confident attitude has shaken Donna, but the little witch still has hope in her uncle.

She now has a conflicting mentality. She feels that Morris's theory is attractive to her, but she also hopes that Clayton, as a relative, can win. She can't make a decision.

But the actual development was beyond her expectations.

“Well, you’re right,” Clayton said to Morris.

He admitted defeat voluntarily.