The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 349 Family Reunion
"Look at this one."

Clayton pried open the soft upper lip of the spotted horse in front of him and let Donna get closer to see its teeth. The dark-skinned horse looked at them and did not stop him.

Dental care is a fundamental part of the horse trade.

“Did your mother teach you how to tell a horse’s age?”

"She taught me a little." The pony opened its mouth docilely. Donna stared at its lower incisors. The tooth surface was still oval and very full. "Its teeth are not worn very much, which means it is still young. If the tooth surface is worn into a triangle, it means it is old."

"Good, then can you tell exactly how old it is?" Clayton asked.

Donna shook her head in embarrassment. Cuitisi didn't often let her do these tasks. She spent more time taking care of cows and sheep than horses. If she had a choice, she would let her stay in the house and read books, even if it was just novels.

"Then learn now." Clayton put his finger on the lower teeth of the flower horse and pointed to her: "Look, there are obvious small black pits on its two middle front teeth, but not on other teeth, so it is six years old this year."

Horses, like humans, are animals with two sets of teeth, and the structure of their teeth is unique. Experts can accurately measure a horse's age just by looking at the degree of wear on its teeth.

Clayton finally picked out a four-year-old mare with a slightly reddish brown color for Donna, and Donna named it Cherry.

The horse was strong and although he lacked the necessary training, Clayton thought it was still possible to save it and he could be educated together with Donna.

He chose another seven-year-old castrated black stallion. Because the skin three or four inches above its four hooves was white, he was called Short Socks.

A pair of cherries cost 26 pounds, and short socks cost 32 pounds. Clayton was looking down to find the money when he suddenly heard a few neighs from the road next to him. He looked and saw a rider sitting on a big black horse, kicking and thrashing towards them. Behind him was a man who looked like his assistant, but he didn't dare to get close.

The rider pulled the reins hard, but the horse under him kept shaking its head and refused to obey his command. He led the horse to the pasture with great reluctance - or perhaps the horse wanted to come over on its own, then jumped off the horse and pretended to be calm and composed.

The assistant-like figure trotted behind Ma Fan. It turned out that he was Ma Fan's assistant.

The rider glanced at the uncle and nephew of the Bello family, nodded coldly, and then spoke to the stable: "This test run feels good. This horse has a strong personality. How much do you want?"

Ma Fan also glanced at Clayton and swallowed his saliva: "Only 20 pounds."

Clayton smiled disdainfully but said nothing.

The rider nodded again: "Okay, deal."

Ma Fan came over, but he didn't take out the money. Instead, he pointed at Clayton and said, "You can ask this gentleman for the bill. He will pay for me."

Clayton stopped laughing.

"Julius!" he roared.

They met again under such circumstances. The wizard always seemed to appear when he was taking his family shopping and ruin his good mood for the day.

"What's wrong?" The wizard took off his gloves lazily. "Don't forget how much I have contributed to Gevaux. You should have given me money. What's wrong with buying me a horse now? It's not like I forgot to deduct it from the bill."

"Julius!" Donna took a step forward and was about to scold him, but the wizard stood up first.

"Ah~ Miss Cleticia, I didn't see you just now. How rude!"

The wizard stretched out his right arm to the side, took a step back with his right leg, placed his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly, performing a court chest-touching salute to Donna. This overly respectful attitude made her at a loss as to what to do, and she couldn't even utter a word of blame for a moment.

He must have seen her long ago, it was a lie.

Donna remembered what she had learned in her recent etiquette class, and based on that knowledge, she smiled falsely, pretending to be honored by Julius's courtesy, and extended her hand for him to kiss.

Her actions actually scared Julius. He straightened up, took two steps back, and looked at Donna in surprise.

In just a few days, the girl changed into a completely different person.

"Julius!" Clayton called the wizard's name. When Julius turned around, Clayton pointed at the horse with fur as shiny as black silk that Julius rode with a gloomy face and said, "I won't pay for this lousy horse! It has no manners at all!"

The wizard relaxed and said proudly, "I don't think you can ride a fierce horse. You call yourself an experienced rider."

"Wild horse?" Clayton sneered, "A wild horse is more like that."

"But I can ride, and I just rode a circle." The wizard said, patting the tall horse on the buttocks.

This slap made the wild and unruly animal immediately enraged. It stretched its head forward and put its body weight on its front hooves. Its gluteus maximus and back muscles, which were stronger than those of most wild beasts, were visibly tightening and exerting force. It was about to kick out its powerful hind hooves backwards in a flash. The huge horseshoe wrapped with horseshoes could even smash the skull of its own kind, let alone a skinny human.

But it can't do it.

Clayton reacted faster than anyone else. He took a step forward and grabbed the horse's huge, messy head with his hands like iron hoops. His shoulders, as solid as a shield, pressed against its thick neck to prevent the horse from lowering its head.

His strength was so great that not only was the animal unable to kick backwards, but even its front hooves seemed to be leaving the ground.

The beast simply dropped its original target and started competing with him, shifting its weight to its hind legs and kicking hard, neighing and shaking its head, determined to overturn Clayton.

The stable boy and his assistant nearby finally reacted, and hurriedly grabbed sticks and pulled the reins. They kicked and beat the big black horse to make it stop, and then dragged it aside and never mentioned selling it to Julius again.

Clayton wiped his forehead breathlessly, turned to Julius and said seriously: "Julius, if you want to die, please die far away from me. I don't want to have any misunderstandings with your father."

There may be thousands of people dying every day around the world from practicing horse riding. He didn't know why Julius could be so careless.

Julius' face turned pale. He didn't realize what had happened at first. Only when he saw the horse dealer's actions did he realize that he was almost kicked to death by the horse.

He pursed his lips and stared at Clayton, his body stiff as a stone, unable to speak for a long time.

"Say thank you when you receive help," says Donna.

Julius' body softened, and he whispered a low, awkward thank you to Clayton.

"Green hair, can you speak louder?" Donna asked unhappily, "Does talking make you feel tired?"

Julius had said that he was her most ardent admirer, and she felt that she was qualified to discipline him. This stimulated Julius, and his voice immediately became louder, and his previous weak expression was swept away, and his chin was raised: "Clayton Bello, I thank you for your help, but you still owe me, a total of 181 pounds for various services in Gevo."

"Yes, yes, I will give you your salary, you just have to wait a moment." Clayton said as he led another horse over and stopped it in front of Julius. "This is much better than what you picked yourself, remember to deduct 30 pounds from the bill."

"Thank you for helping me choose the horse, but you still owe me 181 pounds," Julius said as he mounted the horse.

"I intend to renew your contract and employ you until at least next spring."

"That's nice, but you still owe me £181."

"Are you so short of money?"

"Yes."

Clayton sighed. It seemed that Grogne really didn't intend to take care of his youngest son.

Politeness is the key to social interaction. Although Clayton was not quite satisfied with the wizard's attitude, he was very pleased with Donna's proactive approach. He no longer had a stern face, but waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly, indicating that the matter was over.

They all mounted their horses and headed towards Bello's new house.

Now that they met today, they did have some things to resolve.

Clayton had to pay Julius for his work at Gevaux, and he had some questions for him.

Once on the road, Julius finally stopped claiming to know about horses in order to save face, and instead began to complain about the horse dealer.

"Selling a horse like this is simply premeditated murder!"

His previous experience in Gevorg convinced him that a fast horse could come to the rescue at a critical moment, so as soon as he had free time he thought about buying a fast horse, but ended up suffering a great loss.

"That horse must be a wild horse." Donna sat sideways on the horse's back, looked back lazily, and said firmly: "Some dishonest herders will catch wild horses and sell them. They only train them for three or four months before selling them. Then they put a horse farm stamp on the horse's butt and dare to sell it, ruining the reputation of the horse farm."

Clayton continued, "These wild horses are beautiful and swift, but if they are wild and will not obey orders, there is no use having them."

When Julius heard their conversation, his experience studying at Strass immediately formed a possibility in his mind. However, he remembered that these two were quite honest with their own people, so he decided to ask them directly.

"Are you guys using the topic of horses to mock me?"

"How come?" Donna said, "You are not pretty, and you have green hair. You look really weird. But you are more honest than Mr. Morris."

"It's quite useful," said Clayton. "More useful than Mr. Morris."

The strange name appeared twice, and the wizard frowned.

"Who is Maurice?"

"A jerk who likes to deceive women's feelings." Donna said.

The corner of Julius' eye twitched. He was sure that he was not worthy of being compared to such a person.

"Actually, you don't have to be so honest. I'm a guest after all."

"I didn't expect you to consider yourself a guest." Clayton's body rose and fell slightly on the horse's back, offsetting the bumps on the horse's back. "I thought you were at least a qualified partner - as long as you don't act smart and do stupid things like you did today, then I am willing to give you higher respect than ordinary guests."

After they were thrown into Wonderland by Chud Osmar, Julius did not choose to escape alone, but stayed to deal with the aftermath and continued to look after Marietta for a while.

Clayton had to admit that Julius was qualified as a companion and that he had a sense of responsibility.

Julius couldn't help but feel touched by these sincere words, but he soon thought of another possibility and became alert.

"But you still owe me £181."

This man is beyond help—that's how Clayton judged.

"Wait." He suddenly stopped his horse.

"What's wrong?" asked the two wizards.

"I have to check the old mailbox first, you guys go first." Clayton said that some of his business partners have not been notified of his move, so they are still sending letters to this old address. He checks it every day recently.

Julius rode away without hesitation, while Donna stayed behind.

"I want to go back and take a look, too," she said.

The house on Marlin Street left her with a lot of good impressions, and she wanted to go back and reminisce about it.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived in front of the old house. The two riders gradually slowed down their mounts. Their eyes swept across the door of the old house, and there was a visitor there.

On the doormat, a black-haired woman in a black nun's robe but without a headscarf was standing there, her long hair was tied up behind her head into a simple but beautiful bun. The slender figure had her back to them and raised her hand towards the brown wooden door, as if hesitating whether to knock.

Although they could only see the woman's back, both Clayton and Donna recognized her identity in an instant.

Clayton dismounted gently, and Donna was unable to move - she hardly dared to breathe.

Clayton Bello slowly walked behind the woman and called her name with mixed feelings:
"Tritis?"

The black-haired woman turned around quickly. She was also wearing sunglasses. Her wide bun and two strands of curls hanging on both sides of her forehead made her face look a little smaller. Her face revealed through the sunglasses still looked somewhat beautiful, but her gloomy temperament made her unapproachable.

Like a dignified king cobra.

When she saw Clayton, she said nothing, her eyes went straight past him and looked sternly at her daughter.

"Donna, how dare you run off by yourself?!"