The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 355 Clayton and Cuitis

When Cuitis saw Donna, the girl's face was filled with joy.

"I saw you practicing in the garden, and it seemed like you and Clayton were getting along well." Tristana said quietly.

"He's just a huge asshole!"

Donna flew straight into her mother's arms, bumping against her chest like a calf. Her joy did not end there, because Clayton had asked other tutors to shorten the lessons when Tristana came home, so that they could spend more time with each other.

So, her last sentence was said entirely with a smile.

Seeing her daughter's cheerfulness, it was impossible for Cuitisse to take those words seriously.

"You've always said you wanted to meet Clayton. Now that you've met him, how is he different from what you expected?"

"He's different from what I imagined. He's much worse! But he's also a very interesting person. Although he can be very strict sometimes, he always finds a way to make me laugh afterwards." Donna expressed her feelings, and then asked curiously, "Mom, why did you act like you didn't like him before? Why didn't you invite him to our house? The old house is also where he grew up. He must want to come back and take a look. He also said that he has always wanted to see me."

Tritis looked at her daughter lovingly, holding her little face in her hands and scraping the dirt off her face with her thumbs.

"I didn't chase him away. He just didn't want to come back. He was afraid to set foot on that familiar land because it would remind him of all kinds of sad things."

"But he said it was because you didn't agree with him going back." Donna imitated Clayton's tone: "'If your mother doesn't agree, I can't set foot in the old house.' That's what he said."

"It's just an excuse. He's always like this. If he really wanted to come back, how could I stop him?"

Her mother's words made Donna think about it. After a few seconds, she became unhappy: "So he doesn't really want to see me that much."

If Clayton really wanted to see her, he should overcome the difficulties and return to the old house in Patnoo.

Cuitis shook her head and said, "Don't be too harsh on him. Everything he is familiar with is fading and passing away. To him, the old house and land in his hometown are not wealth, but shackles on his soul. He can miss his hometown like he misses a painting, but he can't live there like he did in the past."

"He came back once but never got over it. He couldn't even sleep without drugs and alcohol."

Donna couldn't fully understand this feeling. As she thought about it, she rolled over in her mother's arms.

"Has he ever come back? I have no recollection."

"Of course you have no recollection of this. You were still young at the time and we all lived in the city. I returned to Patnu temporarily to handle your grandparents' funeral. At the time, it was Aunt Molly from the neighboring house who was taking care of you."

"Oh." Donna narrowed her eyes and suddenly sat up and moved closer to her mother.

"Mom, I have to tell you something. Clayton said he doesn't like you."

"It's just an excuse." Cuitisse didn't even raise her eyelids. "He has always been like that. He doesn't dare to reveal his true feelings to others. If he didn't still have unrealistic expectations of me, he should be married now and have his own children at his age."

She clutched her rosary tightly and sighed sincerely: "Alas, beauty is really a sin for me."

Donna sometimes wondered why she could become close to Clayton so quickly, but at this moment her doubts were suddenly resolved.

The tone Clayton used when he was boasting was exactly the same as his mother's now. Perhaps she had experienced similar qualities in him as in her mother, so she quickly accepted his presence in her life.

This is what it feels like to be a loved one.

"In this case, I have to persuade him to let go of his feelings for his mother and start a new life."

Donna patted her chest and stood up, volunteering to solve the matter. She left the room under Cuitis's relieved gaze.

"What is this?!"

Clayton was working in his new study, and when he heard Donna's words he immediately stopped writing in anger.

He put the pen aside and looked at his niece seriously. "I didn't get married before because I wanted to find a wise woman who could tolerate my past. This was not easy, so I had to settle for the next best thing and wanted to find a rich widow, which could at least increase the value of my property. But now the situation is different. I won't consider getting married in the next few years, but this has absolutely nothing to do with her. It's just that there are not many women who are not afraid of werewolves now."

Donna hoped he would change his mind, but Clayton looked undeterred.

"Donna, tell your mother to stop having these thoughts. I will never do anything to her."

"Ok."

Donna turned and ran out of the study.

"It's a subtle courtship, but I can't respond to him." Cuitis sighed.

A wise woman who is not afraid of werewolves, the one who meets these two conditions is undoubtedly here.

Donna also agreed with this.

Ullen is gone, but Cuitisse's life is very hard and she is planning to become a nun, which is something she doesn't want to see as a daughter. And if Clayton continues with his current lifestyle, he will definitely become a very evil person, so he needs a beautiful and kind woman to guide him in the direction of his life.

If they are together, they can complement each other.

The two people who like her also like each other. Donna can find comfort in this, and she has an extra father, which is the biggest benefit.

"Perhaps the old man's decision has affected him. Go and tell him that we should all forget about that matter."

"What's the matter?"

"He knows." Cuitis was reluctant to say more.

Donna ran out of the bedroom with doubts in her mind.

"I had forgotten it a long time ago, but she remembered it herself!"

Clayton pushed his chair aside, stood up, and paced back and forth in the study.

Donna thought she had found an opportunity to resolve the doubt: "What is the decision of the old man?"

"It was just a private decision made by your grandparents. Because of the Patnu customs, they had already arranged my marriage." Clayton crossed his arms uneasily. Even a battle-hardened warrior felt uncomfortable when talking about this.

"There is a custom in Patnu, which is now outdated, of course. If a married man dies and his brother is unmarried, his widow must marry his brother, and the brother must agree, otherwise the woman can spit in his face."

"Your grandparents knew Tristana's character. They didn't say it explicitly, but they hinted at it in the distribution of the inheritance."

"I got all the fields, and Cuititis got all the houses. In this way, even if Cuititis lived in a house, she couldn't survive without the fields, and I had a large piece of land but was homeless in Patnu. Only with Cuititis's permission could I return to my home. They hoped to use this method to force us to get together, but Cuititis and I both rejected this final arrangement." Clayton loosened his arms and waved them in the air: "It has been many years, and I thought this was a consensus, but she brought it up again!"

"But why not?" Donna wondered.

Clayton finally understood what was going on. He stopped and looked at Donna in disbelief: "You want to see me marry your mother?"

Donna admitted this.

Clayton laughed, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.

"Listen, kid, I can die for my family, including you and your mother. And I believe she should also have this awareness, but if anyone plans to arrange the two of us together, it would be better to drown us all in the water first!"

Donna was a little unhappy: "Are you so reluctant?"

"Believe me, she was as reluctant as I was." Clayton put his hands behind his back and decided to tell his niece the story of the past.

"Do you know what happened when I first met her?"

The little niece shook her head, so Clayton told her the story.

The story of how Uren and Tristana met could be a great story, but as Uren's family member, Clayton's timing and role in the story seem a bit strange.

But it's not his fault.

It was a dreary summer, and Clayton Bello was fifteen years old and spending his first school vacation.

Like any man with nothing better to do, he left his school books and homework behind and carved wood to follow his hobby.

The weather that day was very unusual. The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds. But a few moments later, there were several terrible thunderclaps in the sky, loud enough to make a dead person sit up from his coffin. The strong wind was like an invisible knight galloping through the wheat fields in the distance. The golden wheat waves rose and fell under its charge. At the same time, the flags of dark clouds gathered more and more in the sky.

His parents and brothers had gone to the city to take their new produce to the market, leaving him alone at home, so the moment he heard the thunder, Clayton rushed outside to rescue the clothes that were drying in the sun.

After all the clothes were secure, it began to rain heavily, and the sky and the earth almost formed a white curtain of water.

After finishing the work, it was noon, and Clayton went to the kitchen to fry two eggs and some bacon for himself. But when the food was ready, he lost his appetite due to the heat and fatigue.

So he decided to take a nap before eating.

At that time, Clayton had a skill that allowed him to fall asleep quickly when he wanted to.

Two hours later, he finally woke up and went downstairs to enjoy his food, but by this time, a girl was already doing it for him.

When the story of the past came to this point, Clayton's voice became low: "The girl was wearing a nun's dress, her black hair was wet, and she looked calm as if she was at home. I thought she was my relative at first, but when I saw that unusual face, I was sure that I had never seen her before."

"She was wearing the clothes I had collected before going to bed, sitting in my special seat, enjoying my lunch."

“She generously spread my favorite wild berry jam on both sides of the bread!”

The outrageous act made Clayton, who was only recalling the past, frown. His angry tone only restored one tenth of the original emotion, but it was already daunting.

"Then where should she hold her hands?" Donna couldn't help but ask.

Clayton replied, "On the outside crust, of course."

Next, it is easy to imagine what would happen when a hot-blooded 15-year-old boy met such an uninvited beautiful girl at his home.

He immediately rushed forward to fight with her.

Not only did he invade the house, but he also ate the lunch he had worked hard to prepare. The young boy Clayton could swear that he had never seen such an arrogant thief!

"We grabbed each other's shoulders and tried to throw each other over. To be honest, she was very strong, too strong to be a girl at all. We were in a stalemate for a while and neither of us succeeded. Then Wulun came in from outside the door to stop us and explained her identity to me."

"It turned out that she just met him on the road and wanted to take shelter from the rain in the nearest house. Of course, entertaining guests requires sacrifice. So Wulun asked her to treat this place as her own home, and she was also a very honest person. When she heard the request, she really didn't treat herself as a guest."

Donna suddenly realized that she felt embarrassed just listening to this story.

"So that's why you two don't get along."

First impressions always stick with us, so it's normal that they don't want to meet each other because of this.

But Clayton vetoed it again.

"Not really. I am a typical Briga, and I will always respond to the requests of my guests. Besides, she also wanted to ease the relationship with me, so we reconciled quickly. In fact, without my support, they would not have been able to get married."

Donna sat down at the table and listened attentively to her uncle's story.

"At that time, there was a rumor about a love ritual popular among girls. It was said that as long as you kiss your lover once in the morning and evening, and continue this for 240 days, their love will never fade, and they will definitely get married."

"Since your grandparents did not support their eldest son's relationship with a nun, Ulen and your mother wanted to try this ritual, but they encountered a problem."

"Tritis is a novice nun. She lives in a convent four kilometers away from our home. It's not a short distance, so they agreed that Cuitis would sneak out in the morning while the old nuns were practicing their voices and run to our house to kiss Uren. And in the evening, it would be Uren's turn to run the four kilometers."

"After Cuitis ran to our house, she had to eat before running back, otherwise she would faint on the way back. Uren and I had to prepare food secretly, but any shortage of food might alert your grandmother Yingjia. Uren also had to work in the morning and it was impossible for her to skip breakfast. So I decided to give my breakfast to her and make up for the missing portion at noon."

"So the love ritual worked?" Donna covered her mouth as soon as she asked.

It obviously worked, otherwise she wouldn't exist at this moment.

"Of course it works!" Clayton was very sure: "I haven't eaten breakfast for 240 days because of their love. If they dare to break up in the end, I will be the first to vote against it!"

At this point, he spread his hands and said to his niece who was listening attentively: "To be honest, Wu Lun taught me how to ride and shoot. At that time, he needed me urgently, so of course I had to support him."

"After that, they would invite me whenever they went out to play, but they would always leave me behind halfway."

"Why is that? Is mom still angry with you?" Donna asked puzzled.

"It's not that they did it on purpose, it's just..." Clayton shrugged helplessly, "You know, they practiced long-distance running in the morning and in the evening. I was just an ordinary person at the time, and I really couldn't keep up with them!"

Donna burst out laughing.