The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 354 Family Environment
Julius was welcomed at Barbara's home - if he was given a seat and a free cup of tea, that is, a welcome.

In addition to the young man who opened the door just now, who was about the same age as Julius, there were six children of different ages, dressed simply, huddled in the small hall, four boys and two girls, standing in order like nesting dolls. They filled the space completely, and there were only two rooms next to it. If Perrault was still alive, there would be nine people sharing three rooms.

This was not a rare thing in the city, and they could even be considered well-off.

Julius sat down on the chair under the watchful eyes of seven pairs of vigilant red eyes. He looked around very comfortably, like a fox that had broken into a rabbit's nest and was selecting its prey. He thought so too, and he immediately felt much more comfortable.

These Barbara cubs all looked more like her than Perrault, and were therefore very pleasing to the eye.

The bloodline of the Salen people is a very strong type.

Look at these beautiful little faces. If he hadn't known Barbara's family background, he would never have imagined that they were all illiterate.

These blond, red-eyed little rabbits held their breath, looking nervously at Julius, then nervously at their mother. Before the wizard arrived, the small family was discussing something, and when he arrived, they stopped talking.

The young man who opened the door earlier spoke cautiously.

"Mother?"

Barbara, sitting near the drawer stove, ruddy-faced and in a black dress, nodded to her son, her attitude somewhat different from that in Gevaux, where she had recovered from the injuries she had sustained.

But Julius always felt that something was missing.

"Mr. Julius is a smart and friendly gentleman who knows a lot and will surely be able to provide us with some more effective advice."

She was so sure in her words that Julius wanted to refuse to join in on the conversation, but when he saw those pairs of blinking red eyes, he felt that it might not be appropriate to just refuse.

"Let me ask you first, what are you talking about?"

"Funeral," the youngest child said, biting his finger in the same way that Julius had done when he first saw Barbara.

"Our funeral." Barbara said, "I have joined the order. Elder Dais thinks it would be more beneficial for me to die with Pero in my current identity. But if I do this, I will definitely have a lot of work in the future and won't be able to come back to visit my children often. I'm worried that they will be hurt when I'm not around."

"Injured by what?" asked Julius.

"anything."

The wizard still didn't understand. He turned to look at Barbara's children, who also had confused expressions on their faces.

"A brick falling from the roof, disease, spoiled food, and gang members. When Pero was still here, they often robbed people on the streets with daggers," said the female vampire, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ordinary people are very fragile beings, and she doesn't know why she only realizes this now.

"I hope they can be like me, but that means they will have vampire weaknesses and must suck blood to survive, and they will not be able to reproduce normally afterwards. I don't know what to do now."

"What do you think?" Julius asked the children.

The average age of these children was just over ten years old, and they did not understand how important the next choice was. They looked at each other and no one spoke.

The only adult, the young man who had just opened the door, suddenly spoke up as if he had made up his mind: "I don't think this is a good idea."

He resisted very hard.

"Why?" Barbara asked curiously, earning a strange look from Julius.

She had previously hesitated between the two options, showing that either possibility had equal weight in her mind, but when her eldest son chose to refuse, she expressed surprise, as if she had already made up her mind about the issue.

And her oldest son seemed very familiar with this situation, and he was already feeling uneasy about the confrontation just now.

"Because. Because," Barbara's eldest son stammered, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time. It took him all his courage to refuse his mother.

Julius finally knew what was missing.

If Perot were still alive, Barbara wouldn't be thinking about such things.

Long before Barbara became a vampire, a dominance chain that conformed to social moral standards had already been established in this family: below the husband was the wife, and below the wife were the children.

To be honest, this order is no different from a vampire's court.

As for Barbara, she was disappointed with her eldest son's disobedience, so she looked to the younger children, hoping that they could take the initiative, but they were all timid and did not dare to communicate with their mother who had shown signs of madness many years ago.

"I don't think so either," Julius said suddenly.

The female vampire turned back suddenly, hoping that the guest could give a reasonable explanation.

The wizard felt a chill run down his spine, this was the effect of Barbara's dissatisfaction on reality, but he did have a suitable explanation: "They are too small and may not be able to withstand your blood. It is better to wait until they grow a little bigger and grow strong enough before performing the transformation ritual."

Thinking of old Perot's fate, Barbara had to admit that he had a point.

She put a polite smile back on her face, thanked Julius for his proposal, and invited him to stay here tonight.

The wizard politely rejected her and fled back to Grogne's house overnight. Only when the door was closed did the throbbing in his heart slowly subside.

In his opinion, Barbara's family is not as good as his being alone. Compared with the female vampire's family, the way of getting along between uncle and nephew Belleo can be regarded as a model. Just when he calmed down and decided to boil some water to make medicine, a pair of arms came from behind and covered his eyes.

"Green hair, why is there oil around your mouth?" The spider demon, who had been locked in a cage and had not eaten for a long time, asked grimly.

The night passed and the sky turned white again.

Bello's new house, back garden.

The sky is a bit gloomy today and we can’t see the sun directly, but it’s never a bad time to study.

Clayton was standing next to the flower bed, instructing his niece.

"Donna, I'm going to teach you a trick today - how to easily build a human ladder. Once you learn this, you can quickly and safely put your partner on your shoulders. The two of you can work together to climb over a three-meter-high wall."

"What's the use of this?" asked the girl in trousers in confusion.

"You might need it when you try to break out of prison—if you get caught using witchcraft to harm someone."

The simple explanation aroused Donna's enthusiasm for learning. She began to move her body and seemed eager to absorb the knowledge.

Clayton half-knelt down facing the wall beside the flower bed, his upper body pressed forward slightly. At this time, his left thigh was parallel to the ground, forming the first step, and his downward shoulders formed the second step.

Donna followed the instructions and stepped onto his shoulders in two consecutive steps. He grabbed her ankles and stood up steadily and quickly. The girl's line of sight really exceeded the high wall, and she could press her hand on the top of the wall.

After squatting down again and putting the excited girl down, Clayton demanded, "Now do what I just did, and let me know that you have learned this technique."

Donna half-knelt facing the wall in the same position as before, with basically no difference.

Clayton stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped towards her.

"Now it's my turn."

Seeing his 200-pound body approaching quickly, Donna was so frightened that she lost her balance. She screamed and her body tilted, falling backwards into the flower bed, her clean clothes and hands covered in mud.

The heartless Clayton laughed at her miserable appearance.

When she realized it was a prank, she jumped up and showed her uncle the results of her recent fighting lessons.

With an expressionless face, Cuitis drew the curtains to prevent the scene downstairs from disturbing her peaceful state of mind.

The world was becoming dangerous, and she was preparing to fight it.

When she came by train, she saw the bodies hanging on both sides of the tracks. These were all done by the Sasha City Government, so no matter how Clayton explained, she couldn't believe that this place was really safe.

In addition to political and religious disasters, celestial phenomena also began to become abnormal. This winter was much colder than last year. It snowed in some places where it shouldn't have snowed, and many people froze to death in the south.

A church member who was passing through Patnu and was about to go to Towton told her that the Age of Judgment was approaching, and the battles between people and monsters were about to begin, so it was time for the clergy to sacrifice themselves.

Cuitis does not believe that God needs human dedication, and that self-sacrifice and asceticism are just human obsession.

But without this kind of persistence, people certainly cannot understand miracles.

Spiritual practice is dangerous. Once the strong obsession in one's heart deviates, the practitioner may become a sinner, but there is no confusion in Cuitis' heart.

There is no pure land anywhere, everything is falling into chaos, only the holy law
She sat at the head of the bed, turning the rosary in her hands, chanting Proverbs in a low voice and praying for her family.

When she finished chanting, Clayton and Donna also finished their morning exercise and came back from outside, covered in dirt.

They cleaned the soles of their shoes on the carpet and took off their woolen coats and handed them to the servants. These clothes did not need to be washed. The servants would carefully brush off the dirt on the outside with a brush so that they could use them later.

Donna held her knees and twisted her waist: "It feels so good to exercise."

She was now wearing a white shirt and black pants, and if you didn't look at her face, you might be mistaken for a boy.

Clayton took the kettle that had been prepared long ago from the hallway table, poured warm water into two cups, and handed one to her.

"You haven't said anything about upholding justice recently. Have you given up on being a ranger?"

"I just found that I still have a lot to learn before I can uphold justice." Donna drank the warm water in one gulp. She put down the cup and showed a sly smile: "Besides, I am actually doing good things every day now."

Clayton was surprised: "But I've never seen you go out?"

He wanted to ask more, but Donna didn't want to answer. She hummed all the way through the corridor and went upstairs to find her mother.

When she arrived in front of her mother's room, Donna couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth seriously.

She is a self-aware person, and she has realized that the greatest evil she can stop is Clayton Bello himself, so as long as she stays with Clayton and stops him from doing other bad things, she is already upholding justice.

She really does good things every day!