The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 351 Guardian War

What Cuitis said was absolutely correct, the bruises were indeed caused by Clayton.

Even if you use an unsharpened weapon when practicing swordsmanship, the heavy weight can still cause injuries.

Clayton held out his hand, showing Tristana his black fingernails, which stood out against the pure white tablecloth.

"I know mothers feel bad for their daughters, but practicing self-defense is bound to cause injuries. This is also true for me. Not long ago, she hit me on the hand with a stick, and now there is blood under my fingernail."

Donna, who was feeling guilty for her slip of the tongue and causing her mother to blame Clayton, now began to marvel at his shamelessness.

How could she leave scars on a werewolf?
Cuitis didn't take off her sunglasses to observe carefully, but believed Clayton's words directly.

"Even you can get hurt. Don't teach her such a dangerous course anymore. Just let her learn those ladylike skills." She looked at Donna lovingly: "My father passed away not long ago, but my mother is still alive. I think she may still love me as her daughter. If I ask her, she will recommend a good fiancé for her granddaughter."

When Donna heard her mother's words, she wanted to object at first, but she had learned a lot recently and her patience had also increased.

So she remained silent and decided to listen to their conversation.

Clayton disagreed with Tritis: "But the new Earl of Finnamo may refuse your visit, and it will be difficult for you to see the old lady."

Cuitis said in a deep voice: "He is my brother after all."

"Yes, but the old earl is still your biological father. It is well known that he is harsh towards you. Don't forget why you are staying in the monastery."

"My grandfather is a count?!" Donna exclaimed. She had never heard of this.

"To be exact, he is a border earl, and he is not very friendly." Clayton, who answered the question, looked at her surprised expression, frowned and turned to ask Cuitisse: "Why didn't you tell her anything? I originally thought that she just didn't know much about me and Uren, but I didn't expect that you didn't even tell her about your own life experience."

Cuitisi said calmly: "There are some things she doesn't need to know. It will only make her sad."

Donna looked at their self-righteous attitude and she couldn't bear it any longer. She pushed her chair away and stood up excitedly.

"So you all knew all this, but no one told me?"

Her mother took her hand and tried to get her to sit down, but failed.

Cuitis did not force her any further, but held her hand without letting go, and stood up by herself: "My dear, knowing too much about some things will only make you sad, or disappointed with the world, so I have never talked to you about these things, in order to prevent them from polluting your spirit."

"But I'm strong enough now." Donna looked at her firmly.

Cuiti's tone was always gentle, but unquestionable.

"We'll talk about it later."

Donna didn't seem to accept this result, because no one knew how many years Tristana would stay in the church, and this "later" seemed to be a long way off.

"Do you mind if I tell her later?" Clayton asked Tristana. She glanced at her anxious daughter but did not stop him.

"Then you have to pick a good time."

Donna sat down dejectedly. Since her mother and Clayton said so, she knew that she would never get an answer now. Cuitis sat down with her.

By the time they agreed to put the issue aside for the time being, dinner was ready.

Two servants holding trays walked into the restaurant. They took various dishes from the trays and placed them on the table. They were not fancy dishes. The ingredients and cooking techniques used were mostly simple, but the taste had long been recognized by ordinary diners.

Potato stewed beef in a wooden basin, thinly sliced ​​boiled lamb on a plate with a layer of sweet Briga sauce on top, chopped smoked rabbit with spicy sauce. The staple food and dessert are white bread with bacon and butter and milk pudding, and the soup is crucian carp soup, which is steaming and smells delicious.

After delivering the food, the servants went out again, and only the Bellios were left in the restaurant.

Smelling the aroma of food, Clayton immediately stopped talking. He raised his knife and fork and invited the other two to eat immediately.

"While what we have to discuss is important, let's eat first. The current temperature is not suitable for keeping them waiting."

He followed suit and killed the thinly sliced ​​mutton on the plate. Donna began to eat her soup absentmindedly with a spoon, and Tristana looked at her brass knife and fork, but instead of eating immediately, she looked up at Clayton again.

The figure of the man behind the black lenses was blurry, and she vaguely saw a wild beast crouching over its prey and tearing its flesh apart.

“I’m glad you’re able to maintain a simple lifestyle.”

"What do you mean?" Clayton stopped tearing the mutton in front of him and stared at Cuitisi.

He didn't take off his sunglasses either. The steam from the food formed a layer of white frost on the lenses, and he couldn't see the woman in front of him clearly. "I thought you would replace all the tableware with silver. It would be more beautiful, but more expensive." Cuitis held up the brass fork towards the candlelight on the table. The reflected light was like gold, but this color could not penetrate her sunglasses.

"Silver? It's a gaudy metal." Clayton said lightly, "It has been overused in the history of art in the past, and its aesthetic value is no longer as high as it used to be. If I had extra money, I would rather buy a few gold tapestries from Tallinn than silver. It is said that gold tapestries can be passed down for hundreds of years and continue to appreciate in value."

"You talk about these things with great eloquence."

"This is the instinct of businessmen. Every businessman will buy a lot of art and antiques, even if they don't like them. This is called a comer. Diversified asset allocation is to prevent the money in our hands from depreciating due to inflation or other market problems."

Cuitis smiled, her tone was so gentle that it was a little strange: "Clayton, you know what? I suddenly found that your glasses suit you very well."

"Thank you, yours too," Clayton responded politely.

"You asked me some questions about the occult before, and I sent you a book that can answer these questions. I hope you and your friend are no longer confused."

Clayton lowered his head and forked a piece of meat: "Thanks to your help, everything is resolved."

Cuitis nodded noncommittally: "That's good. But why don't you take off your sunglasses? Wouldn't it be inconvenient to dine like this?"

Clayton was silent. There were too many characteristics of a werewolf that could not be hidden. Cuitisse finally became suspicious of him. Before they even started discussing Donna's future, the moment to decide his fate had come.

His left hand quietly reached into his pocket, where there was a bottle of atropine that could dilate the pupils. He hoped that this would dispel Cuitis's doubts.

If she asked him about his eye abnormalities, he said they were inflamed from drug abuse.

"I always wear sunglasses, actually because..." Before he could finish his excuse for prevention, Cuitis took off her sunglasses first.

Clayton didn't see her eyes clearly, but Donna next to him exclaimed.

The girl still remembered that her mother's eyes used to be a prophetic, ancient gray color, but now those eyes had turned into a scary pink color, and the pupils were no longer a single circle, but split into two circles connected together.

When Clayton heard Donna's scream, he quickly took off his sunglasses and saw the unusual change.

He was shocked: "Tritis, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"My eyes are inflamed," Tritis answered him calmly.

"Ha ha."

Looking at this pair of eyes that were definitely not ordinary, the two of them actually found the same excuse. Thinking of this funny scene, Clayton suddenly laughed out loud, and Cuiti's face suddenly became extremely kind in his eyes.

They are not only relatives, but also the same kind. It seems that going to church is just an excuse for Cuitis. Now everything is easy.

Seeing his smile, Cuitis also smiled: "Actually, this is just a joke. My eyes are not sick. I have converted to Buddhism with the bishop of my hometown. He is a monk of the same sect as me, so he is relatively lenient to me and allowed me to erase my sin of abandoning the Holy Church through asceticism and fighting against heretics. In order to give me the power to see through and fight against evil, he showed special mercy and used secret power and sacred rituals to transform my eyes, so they have become like this now."

"But in order to find Donna, I interrupted the ceremony early, so they have to take more time to grow. It may take a month for them to reach the original goal. Now these eyes are indeed a little afraid of light."

She put her sunglasses back on and looked at the yellow and black colors that had completely spread in Clayton's eyes.

"how about you?"

Clayton blinked quickly as if he was uncomfortable, and said seriously: "My eyes are inflamed."

Cuitis's expression turned cold: "Why did you laugh just now?"

"I thought our eyes were all inflamed." Clayton felt that he had never been so calm. He definitely didn't want Cuitis to discover his true identity. "Although this is not a good thing, patients will have more common topics. And this coincidence is also very interesting."

"Really?"

"That's true."

Cuitisi turned to look at Donna: "Donna, is he right?"

This question put more pressure on Donna than any other tutor. The girl turned her eyes around in panic, not knowing who to look at.

"Maybe. I don't know, maybe that's the case." She stammered.

Seeing her daughter's reaction, Cuitis sighed. She supported herself on the table with her hands and stood up suddenly. When she looked at Clayton again, anger began to appear in her eyes.

"Clayton, you lying wolf!"