The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 352 Marriage Guide
"I told you everything about me, but you still hid things from me and even tricked my daughter into lying to me."

"Do you really still consider me your family?"

Cuitis looked at Clayton Bello with great disappointment.

She's made it all clear, Clayton thought, and the accusation hit home, but he refused to admit Tristana's final accusation.

He suppressed his appetite and put down his knife and fork. "I didn't intend to hide it from you. I just thought that you were a devout believer, and your doctrine doesn't like people like me. If you knew my identity, you might get angry and afraid, and it would damage the relationship between us. When I thought about that, I couldn't help but feel sad."

"Do you think I will kill you?" Cuitis asked coldly.

"I haven't thought about it this way, but I'm worried that you'll run away with Donna after you know my identity. You are my only two relatives in this world."

Clayton would rather have Tritis hate him because of Ullen's death than be excluded because of his race. The former at least shows that she regards him as a fellow human with whom she can communicate.

"Would I be afraid of you?" Tristana asked back with a sneer, but Clayton's reasons were very sufficient, so she slowly sat down.

"I can't say for sure."

Tritis stood up again.

"Can you say that again!"

"Actually, I know. We have fought before, but you haven't fought me since I was sixteen. That's because you know that my strength is far greater than yours, and you don't want to lose to me. If my temper was a little more violent, it would be normal for you to avoid me."

As Clayton Bellew talked about the rationality of his idea, Cuitis's face became increasingly gloomy.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between them, Donna suddenly recalled the dream about Clayton and Uren. Clayton criticized Uren for not understanding what others said, but in fact he was the same.

As soon as he opened his mouth, even his usually quiet and dignified mother would get angry.

It was not until Cuitis's face was filled with anger that Clayton realized that if he continued to say this, someone might die at the dinner table today, so he immediately kept silent.

Tristana sat down again.

"I'm a believer in the Holy Law Sect, and I don't reject the Darkin so strongly," she explained, her voice sounding a little tired.

Clayton shook his head. "Although I am not a believer, as far as I know, the only one who believes in it is the Xianzong of the Holy Law Sect. They are very hostile to the Dark Elves."

"This is a wrong common sense. The Three-phase Oneness Society has been separated from the Holy Law Sect and cannot represent the Holy Law Sect. Our purpose is only to purify people's spirits so that they can listen to the teachings of the Heavenly Father. It is unnecessary for sects like the Three-phase Society to interpret the Holy Scriptures according to their own understanding, because the Holy Law Sect is the orthodox within the church. We have preserved the original holy scriptures, and every throne is a sage of the Holy Law Sect."

Cuitis held her forehead in front of the candle on the dining table. Clayton reached out and extinguished the flame, which made her expression slightly ease.

"But you just said you wanted to fight heresy," Clayton said.

"There are differences between heretics and darkspawn. We can tolerate unbelievers and people like you, but heretics are unforgivable. They despise orthodoxy and do as they please in the name of God. If we let them do what they want, the reputation of the church will be ruined."

"So you're leaving Donna for this?"

The werewolf's words once again inflamed the nun. She grabbed the table knife and was about to stand up, but her daughter rushed over and tried her best to calm her down, thus preventing the conflict from unfolding.

"I guess you have noticed that she is different?" Cuitis put her arm around Donna's shoulders, and the latter smiled awkwardly.

"She has been trying to hide it from me, but I am her mother after all. It is impossible for me not to know what my own daughter is doing."

"There was a wizard who was secretly teaching her. I stayed up all night and stayed by her side for several days in a row, but I couldn't find that person. Donna couldn't reveal his identity to me because of the wizard's protective spell. And if I asked a powerful bishop for help to expel the wizard, I would definitely offend him, which might hurt Donna, so I finally gave up the idea and let Donna continue to learn witchcraft from him."

Clayton glanced at Donna.

His niece was obviously also worried that Cuitisse would reject these things because of her beliefs, so she didn't tell her anything.

Otherwise, Tritis should have known the name Brakora.

"I originally just wanted her to live well, even as a witch. But some very big changes have happened recently." Cuitis described carefully: "Next, the relationship between other sects and wizards may deteriorate. I must regain my clergy status before that. If Donna's identity is exposed in the future, I can at least protect her."

She looked at her daughter worriedly.

Clayton frowned. He thought of the Dark Moon and the barrier between the fairyland and the real world. A large number of uncontrollable monsters might return to the vision of ordinary people, causing them to develop fear of everything beyond their cognition.

"What happened?" he asked.

But Cuiti's answer was not what he worried about, but was even more unexpected.

"The Knight King of Towton has decided to implement the Supremacy Act. He wants to cut off the country's connection with the throne and become the pope of the country, controlling the interpretation of all beliefs and doctrines in the country. If the bill is successfully implemented, not only he, but also his descendants will automatically enjoy this power once they become kings."

"In this way, Towton will be completely separated from the influence of the orthodox church and completely become a heretical country. Therefore, the church is actively intervening in this matter. The throne has publicly declared this to be a heretical act and asked the devout believers around the world to boycott King Towton's actions. Now there may be hundreds of thousands of devout believers rushing to Towton. In order to defend the right path, they will not only take peaceful means."

Clayton finally understood what the newspaper had said about the religious problems in Towton, but there was one thing he still didn't understand. "What does this have to do with us?" Clayton asked.

"Don't you have a map?" Cuitis asked back, "Let's see where people from other countries will pass first when going to Towton."

Clayton was stunned for a moment, then he cursed loudly after he realized what was happening.

Apart from the Kingdom of Dorne, only the Republic of Milenti and the nomadic peoples on the grasslands border the Kingdom of Towden. Most of the fanatics are expected to go to Towden via the roads of Dorne.

And if the Kingdom of Towton really implements the Supreme Act and expel those fanatics, they will eventually only stay on the outskirts of Towton.

The Kingdom of Dorne is this "periphery".

Even if there are only 10,000 fanatics, it would be scary enough.

Clayton couldn't imagine the impact they would have on the country.

"They will certainly ask Her Majesty to make a statement." He picked up a piece of meat with a worried look on his fork. "There are many heretics and pagans around Her Majesty."

He had met Heron IV before. That noble woman was often followed by some favorites in long robes. They could read the stars and do divination. They would always attribute some abnormal things to curses or imbalance of cosmic energy. It is worth mentioning that they are also very good at playing cards.

At that time, Clayton just thought these people were just playing tricks, but now it seems that they are real people with real skills.

So this is even worse.

"Yes." Cuitisi said, "I originally thought I only had to take care of Donna, but you turned into a werewolf. I didn't know there was such a thing in the world for an ordinary person to turn into a werewolf. Now my identity as a nun is not enough to protect you. I must set a higher goal."

"I don't think you need to think like that. I can handle the troubles around me by myself. Sasha City is still safe for the time being."

The werewolf chewed the piece of meat and informed Cuitis of the existence of the Council of Elders.

But Cuitisi did not give up.

"She can't stay in Sasha City forever. You've seen her temper. Do you think she would be willing to stay here for the rest of her life? She doesn't even like to hide her power because she's proud of her identity as a wizard."

"But you can't stay by her side and protect her forever." Clayton said calmly, "Neither can I. She has to grow up eventually. The only ones who can take care of her are her future husband and her own strength. I'm trying to find a way to do both."

Donna listened to them discussing herself awkwardly. She tried to eat something and pretend not to care, but soon her appetite was whetted and she couldn't stop eating.

This bottle of red wine is also delicious, she can drink it all day long.

Both guardians briefly forgot their initial meal decision as they focused on the discussion. Tristana nodded to Clayton, "Well, you denied my proposal before. Now I want to know your marriage arrangements for her."

"I hope she can marry a minor noble. His father must have a certain amount of power and fame. This can guarantee her public status and at least prevent others from actively trying to murder her. As for the candidates, I know some absolutely reliable people."

"Little noble?"

Donna didn't lose her ears because of eating and drinking, and Clayton's proposal full of profit considerations angered her again.

It would be a shame for her to marry someone she didn't like just for the sake of safety. Moreover, Clayton added a "small" prefix before the word "noble", as if she was only worthy of something weaker.

"How small is a little noble?" she asked sarcastically, taking another sip of her wine.

"About five or six years younger than your current age."

Scarlet wine spurted out of the girl's nose and mouth, staining the white tablecloth red, as if someone had really been killed here.

Donna didn't bother to clean her face completely. She just wiped it randomly and asked loudly:
"Isn't that just ten years old?!"

She thinks that her peers are childish and that ten years old is simply an exaggeration.

Clayton looked at her seriously. Unfortunately, this was not a joke. "It is because you are young that it is easier to develop feelings. You can also exert influence on your husband and make him really like you."

He turned to look at Cuitis: "When I was in the army, I met some friends who were of noble birth. They are now rich and powerful, and I have contributed to this."

"Perhaps after so many years, some people have forgotten this, and some people think that giving me some money is enough to get rid of me. But there must be three people who can still trust me with life and death. I remember their names. They have all started families and have their own children. If I go to visit them, they will definitely agree to marry into our family. Even though Donna is much older than their son."

"Mom!" Donna called out to Tristana, hoping she could dissuade Clayton.

Cuitis hesitated and said, "Your suggestion is good, but I have thought about it. I'd better wait until she finishes her studies before contacting them."

"We have to choose her fiancé carefully, and she has to be involved. As a mother, I don't want my daughter to marry someone she doesn't love."

"It's a matter of course," Clayton said seriously.