The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 347 Self-cultivation of a Hedonist
The actual content of the debate was no longer important; Donna was thinking about Clayton's choice.

She couldn't believe that Clayton actually gave up on his own initiative.

In her impression, Clayton never admits defeat. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Even if he is wrong, he will try his best to make himself right.

Although this arrogant image is hateful, it is precisely such hateful people who have always cared about her.

When he admits defeat, he is no longer himself.

Clayton's strong and decisive image faded slightly in Donna's mind. She was a little disappointed, but she also defended him in her heart - Clayton couldn't do anything in front of everyone here. If it was in Wonderland, Clayton would definitely cut Morris into pieces.

Thinking of this, she felt better and was able to calmly focus on the winner of the debate.

Morris won the debate, but he did not become arrogant because of it. Instead, he put on a kind smile that anyone who saw it could say was sincere, and he seemed happy that his theory had gained another supporter.

"Great, then let's just enjoy the rest of the show."

He introduced the play to them today: "Although the play "Five Fox Skins" is regarded as a new play by some drama critics, it is only because they lack knowledge and are not able to recognize the classical connotation of the play. They only judge it based on whether the play complies with the three unities."

“But the key to truly distinguishing between classical drama and modern drama lies in the attitude towards fate.”

Morris's theory is not entirely correct, at least not in the theory that Donna recently studied. It is more like his personal definition of drama.

But Donna liked this definition.

The play was still being prepared. Morris continued enthusiastically: "Of course, if you two are watching it for the first time, then you are so lucky! I recommend an actress here for you. Imera Belle, she is also the leading actress of the next play. Although this is just a small theater, you will never find a more lively actress than her anywhere else."

"The exquisite silver braids framed that lovely face, and her tourmaline eyes were so beautiful that it made one cry."

He suddenly apologized to Donna sincerely.

"Ah, sorry, young lady, I'm not saying you're not beautiful. In fact, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. But Imera's beauty doesn't stop there. Her charm changes with the role she plays. She's only seventeen years old, but when she plays a noble lady, even if all the noble ladies in the country gather here, she can still outshine the others. And when she plays a saint, she's noble and unapproachable. She can be a princess, a maid, a merchant's daughter, a huntress, and she can be great at anything."

"Unlike the natural beauty that will wither, her beauty will never wither. That vitality comes from her artistry."

He was very excited when talking about the female lead, and anyone who saw him would think he was a lovesick man.

Donna didn't mind at all that Morris was praising Imera Belle and indirectly belittling herself. She just thought that a person who was in love was silly and cute.

She noticed through the gap in the back of the chair that he was holding a bunch of bright flowers in his right hand. Suddenly she had a guess in her mind, so she asked, "Are the flowers in your hand for Miss Belle?"

Maurice nodded happily, the smile and longing on his face never fading, as if the mere mention of Imera Belle was enough to satisfy him.

"Are you going to show your love to her?"

"Of course, I will always be overwhelmed by her charm. Not only am I expressing my love for her, I am also going to propose to her. After this play is over, I will go backstage to give her flowers and let her know my feelings."

Donna leaned back in her chair with satisfaction. Morris was a little weird, but he should be a good person.

He admired Miss Imera Belle's beauty, and he himself was also very handsome. Perhaps they would fall in love with each other through this meeting.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at her uncle. Clayton, wearing sunglasses, leaned back in his chair comfortably, with no change in the expression on the lower half of his face.

There was no opposition nor approval.

He just sat there, staring at the center of the stage, like the other audience members. Donna couldn't tell what he was thinking, so she had to turn her head back, but she quietly reached out and patted the back of his hand, hoping that this would comfort him if he felt sad about losing the debate.

The crimson curtain slowly opened. The play to be performed, "Five Fox Skins", told the story of a female hunter falling in love with the son of a border earl. In addition to the theme of love, there were also a large number of battle scenes - perhaps because there were so many of them, the seats in the venue were not full.

Nowadays, men and women like to be more elegant.

Donna liked watching this type of drama, and Morris's description of the leading actress, Imera Belle, also made her very interested and she wanted to meet this extraordinary woman.

When Imera appeared, she realized that what Morris said was true.

This girl, who was two years older than her, was born for theatrical performance. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a beautiful voice, as melodious as a violin.

The female hunter played by Imera is heroic, intelligent and brave, and her lines and manners are impeccable. Although there are some flaws in the battle scenes, Donna did not find any loopholes elsewhere. Her acting skills and vocal conditions are completely surpassed by Miss Imera.

But this is not giving up. Donna believes that she can still reach this level after long-term practice.

She watched the third act with great concentration, and suddenly thought that Clayton might have felt similarly moved, so she turned to look at him, hoping to resonate with him.

However, the phenomenon that frightened Donna happened. There was still no expression on Clayton's face. He looked at the actors on the stage, but he was just looking. The excellent performance did not touch him at all.

Donna's mind suddenly filled with all kinds of speculations. Was he still sad because he had just lost? Or was he sad because he was on the side of an outsider?
But this is not what she thought!

What on earth could she do to cheer him up?!

Donna was in a state of confusion and had lost interest in watching the show. Although she was still trying to pay attention to the plot on the stage, she had to turn her head to look at Clayton every few seconds.

During the intermission, the curtains were drawn again, and two women carrying trays of beer and nuts were walking in the aisle. As they approached, Donna stopped one of them and bought two glasses of wine with her own change. She handed one of the glasses to Clayton, who took the glass and drank it all, then stood up and returned the glass to the vendor.

Donna didn't see his face clearly. Suddenly, there was a sound of drums on the stage. She looked over and saw that the break was over. It was a notice.

When she looked back again, Clayton had returned to his expressionless look.

The performance of the drama was getting better and better. As the plot reached its climax, the audience in the theater sometimes laughed collectively, and sometimes burst into tears of emotion. But Donna's mind was no longer on the two leading actors, and she could not experience this emotion with them. However, their performance allowed her to understand what the normal audience reaction was like.

Every time a wave of emotion aroused by the dramatic performance appeared, she would immediately observe Clayton, but he behaved like a stone and nothing could move him.

Donna maintained her fearful attitude until the end of the final act.

As the actors began to take their bows, Clayton finally moved, and like everyone else he applauded the actors' superb performance.

Donna breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head to applaud the stage softly.

Morris, who was sitting in front of them, squeezed out of his seat and ran to the stage with flowers in his hands. Without him, Donna felt that she could finally have a good talk with Clayton about this matter.
"I'm sad? Why do you think so?" Clayton asked in surprise, his face now lively.

This reaction was also different from what Donna expected. Her eyes widened and she was determined to prove her point. "Of course it's because you lost the debate and you're not willing to give up."

Clayton said, "I don't like to be distracted before doing something important, so I didn't listen to what he said next. I gave up just to get this over with." He listed the reasons: "Just think about it, if the heated debate between Morris and I continues until the show starts, we will have to stop halfway, but it would be a pity if the debate is not finished. When we look at the stage, we will inevitably think of these conflicts in our hearts. How can we enjoy the show?"

If what he said is true, then it is actually practicing Mr. Morris's principle of enjoying life while he can.

Donna just didn't believe that.

"Then why didn't you react at all when you were watching the show just now? This is a good show, who can be so indifferent?!" she asked.

Clayton stroked his beard, a little embarrassed: "This may be because I don't really like watching plays."

Donna firmly denies this claim.

"Impossible. When we were at home thinking about acting, you were happier than I was."

"Acting and watching a play are two different things, girl. There is a big difference between them." Clayton said this, looking through his sunglasses at the other audience members who had not yet completely left, and whispered, "In fact, I think if I were standing on the stage, I would definitely receive more applause than these actors."

He was not impressed because he felt he performed better than any other actor on stage!

Donna almost fainted. What on earth was she worried about this person just now? ! She was worried for so long that she didn't even have time to watch the show properly!
"You weren't distracted while watching the show, were you?" Clayton asked suspiciously, but Donna had a blank expression on her face, sitting there like a rock, only her face was red, her nostrils were a little dilated, and she was breathing in like a horse after a run.

After a few seconds, she collapsed and punched her thigh hard.

Fortunately, there were other beautiful things waiting for her to see. She had never seen a gentleman propose to a lady before, so if she saw it this time, it would be worth the trip.

"Mr. Morris is going to propose directly to Miss Imera Belle. I plan to go and see this romantic scene. Do you want to come?"

She had already stood up and was about to walk down the aisle when she asked Clayton if he wanted to come, and it was obvious that she was going to go see it whether Clayton agreed or not.

She took a few steps backstage and heard Clayton sigh.

"Of course I'll go with you, but I don't think they can be together."

Hearing this, Donna turned around in surprise. She was sure that she had caught Clayton's handle, which was enough to expose the lies he told to save face.

"Ha, I knew you were still angry with Mr. Morris, so you said that. He is handsome, loves beauty, and is humble and polite. He will never have a conflict with Miss Imera Belle. There is definitely a great possibility that these two people will be together."

Clayton shook his head regretfully: "On the contrary, the probability of them getting married is pitifully small."

Donna rolled her eyes and walked back: "No way, are you still angry?"

"This judgment is not based on my personal emotions." Clayton's face was serious.

"Oh..." Hearing him say that, Donna also thought of a possibility. She sighed and subconsciously made a cross on her chest because of her tutor: "It turns out that Miss Imera is already married. There is nothing we can do. I hope Mr. Morris will not be too sad because of being rejected."

Clayton shook his head again and stood up completely.

"Wrong, it is Mr. Morris who is married."