The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 357 The Eve of Leaving

The Bello family celebrated the Feast of Creation in the city of Sasha.

Although Creation Day is a holiday of the White Church, many non-human races now also enjoy their lives on this day, so werewolves can also celebrate the holiday with their families with peace of mind.

Because some servants took leave for the holiday, the house became deserted again.

For Clayton, this is nothing, he just enjoys spending time with his family.

Cuittis went to the kitchen to cook some delicious dishes, Clayton went to the wine cellar to open two bottles of new wine, and Donna baked cakes and cookies. Several halls and corridors were hung with colorful ribbons. It was a pity that Clara was not here. Clayton believed that this festival was close to perfect.

There is no way. Even if the nun can accept the dark descendants, she can never accept the demons.

In the early days, Clayton sent gifts to some friends and acquaintances, and he himself received gifts from unexpected people.

Joe Money sent a flintlock pistol, which he sent in parts so that the post office would not refuse to forward the weapon.

Marietta's gift was a deck of copper-rimmed playing cards. In the letter, she also asked about the value of the medicines she had used on her body and promised to compensate the green-haired gentleman for saving her life.

Barbara came to visit and brought a box of beautiful metal buttons. She also invited him and Donna to attend Perot's funeral later. Based on his previous promise, Clayton agreed to go and hoped that she would no longer worry about the fact that he had dismembered her.

In addition, a young man named Henstone sent a 20-pound note through Gaileyd's relationship. It turned out that he was the werewolf that Clayton had sent to the Presbyterian Church. He has now recovered and is working for the Presbyterian Church. Because he couldn't think of what gift to send and didn't know where Clayton lived, he could only ask Gaileyd to pass on the cash.

If the above four people were still understandable, then Des Jonrad's gift was a bit puzzling. He couldn't remember how deep his friendship with the other party was.

The elder's gift was not delivered until the evening. Clayton opened the gift box in the study and found a thick book inside.

The Essence of the Swordsmanship of the Master of Feilongbao

He flipped through two pages and found that the content was all very profound sword techniques, but the words were obscure and difficult to discern. The paper used as the carrier was tough parchment, but its previous owners had hardly read the book, and the color of the paper was still as white as when it was first produced. Based on the aging marks on the outermost cover, he could tell that this was an ancient book with a history of three or four hundred years.

When I closed the book, there was a note stuck at the bottom with a message from Elder Dais.

"I like your gift, and this is my reward, but you'd better also take a look at the gift I gave you before."

Clayton certainly had never given anything to the old man in his personal name, but he quickly realized what the "gift" the elder was talking about.

The corpse of a giant Pan.

What they preyed on in the fairyland would definitely be considered rare collections in the modern world.

To be considered a reward by Elder Dais, the value of this book may be unusual.

As for the "previous gift", Clayton remembered that Elder Dais had indeed left something for him at Dongsen Bank, but he didn't say what it was. He didn't have time to pick it up at first, and then he was busy with work, so he put the matter of receiving the gift aside.

Maybe he should go get that thing sometime next.

Clayton reopened the book and tried to reassess its value, but he didn't expect that there was already an expert around him.

"Gift? Your friend is really powerful." Cuitis also came to the study with the open door. She looked at the thick cover with gold-painted fonts, and a bit of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

"The Essence of Swordsmanship of the Masters of Feilongbao. The authors of this book are four swordsmanship masters from hundreds of years ago. Their names are still legendary today."

"How much is it worth?"

"That depends on the collector's preference. My father also has one, no, only half of it. But he has always been proud of it."

Count Finnamo is a border nobleman whose ancestors rose to prominence through military exploits. Even though this era no longer relies too much on personal strength, the old earl still has a passion for anything that can demonstrate his family's military exploits.

Clayton spread the book out on the table: "Now, will Count Finnamo like it?"

"He doesn't like stuff like this."

"That's a shame. I was thinking that if I gave this as a gift, it might help ease the relationship between you two."

Cuitis shook her head. She no longer had any obsession with reconciling with her former family: "You don't have to think so. Keep it. Look at it more often. Maybe you can feel the power of the Blade Secret."

"Can this book spread secrets?" Clayton picked up the book and examined it again.

Seeing his eagerness, Cuitis couldn't help but laugh: "This is not the original, it's just a printed copy. If you want to gain the power of the secret, you need to constantly train your body in the hope of connecting to the secret."

"So how did the secret spread? I've asked many people this question, but no one could explain it clearly." Clayton asked curiously.

"In this way, you can understand it as a beneficial infectious disease - at least the Blade Secret is." Cuitis said: "People who possess the secret can infect others, but there are certain restrictions. It requires that the spreader and the recipient have a certain similarity."

She raised her left hand, then her right hand, and then put their hands together.

"Like this, if I put ink on my left hand, now my right hand will naturally be black, just like printing."

Clayton frowned: "So you can't pass on the secret power to me?" He and Cuitis were obviously completely different.

"If you're more like me than Donna is, there's no telling."

"Donna didn't gain the secret power either?"

"I do not know."

Cuitis put down her hand. "I just used printing as an example to help you quickly understand this point. The way secret teachings work is much more complicated than printing. Its standards vary from person to person. Similar emotions, behaviors, bloodlines, and health conditions can all be channels for connecting with people. There are many ways for it to spread, but the success rate of its spread is just the opposite."

"It is invisible and intangible, and it cannot directly strengthen a person's body. Only when the holder of the secret is determined to break through himself can he discover its existence. Take the Blade Secret as an example. If a person possesses the Blade Secret, but works as a clerical worker all his life and never exercises, then he will never realize that there is such a magical power in his body until he dies."

"There is only one way to definitely obtain the Blade Secret."

"Find someone who has the secret of the blade, challenge him to a life-and-death duel, and then survive and become the winner."

Clayton leaned back in his chair; this transmission reminded him of the war.

"It sounds like I should have the secret teachings now." He said uncertainly. He had killed quite a few people, so the probability of him obtaining the secret teachings should be very high.

"Times have changed, Kerry. Killing people with muskets doesn't count. It's meaningless to knock people down before they even have the desire to fight. There aren't many strong people who can leave secret seeds on dead things, so there are fewer and fewer extraordinary people who can master the secret blade. If ordinary people want to verify whether they have the secret, they must pass some tests. I think you have heard of the relevant records and rumors."

Clayton had indeed heard of many such things. In the past, some areas had customs that seemed quite barbaric today. The residents would bestow the title and honor of warrior on the most powerful person. To obtain this status, one had to pass trials, which often involved climbing cliffs with bare hands, swimming across rivers, or directly fighting wild beasts.

Out of consideration for the love of life, this is indeed barbaric, but it is the most direct way to screen out extraordinary people. If you can do it, then most likely you have mastered the secret power. If you can't do it.
"I roughly know what you are thinking, but times have changed and those old methods have been abandoned. We now use the Wrong Path to verify the existence of the secret. It is a specialized ability of the secret and also a test of the secret. The price of not being able to reproduce the Wrong Path is nothing more than permanent damage in a small area."

"Most of the paths will destroy and reconstruct themselves. For example, if I want to strengthen my bones, I need to create cracks in them first, and then slowly take metal powder. Depending on the physical constitution of each person, this process will take several months or even years, so that the metal can be added to the growing bones."

Cuitis took off her sunglasses, her pink eyes sparkling, "This is a compound divergence, the influence of external forces on the secret teachings of the blade. With these eyes, I can see things that ordinary people cannot see, and my reactions are faster, but I cannot increase its power on my own."

"The stronger the power of the secret, the easier it is to go astray, so many extraordinary people are unwilling to go astray early. This means long-term pain and a lot of time. Even if they endure it, they may not be able to gain power ahead of their peers. But when they really need power, it will be too late to go astray."

Cuitis's explanation was clear and concise. Clayton stroked his beard and listened attentively.

Until she said the last sentence, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"You can say something like that? You sound like an old man."

Cuitis coughed and put on her sunglasses again: "I was just quoting the teachings of a bishop. Your wording is too rude."

"I don't care about him. Well, I just think that I may never know whether I have the secret teachings in my life." Clayton said regretfully. Werewolves themselves have extraordinary recovery abilities and physical strength, and it is impossible to make a distinction.

"Don't feel sorry. Maybe it's a good thing that you don't have the secret teachings. Just like the curse on you, the secret teachings also have a price."

"Can it be stronger than a curse?"

“Maybe.” Cuitis whispered, “Those inheritors of the blade that eliminate their own pain will become cruel and lose empathy for others. I think this is much more terrifying than werewolves.”

She looked at Clayton closely, with a concentration that made the werewolf feel uncomfortable.

"Don't become like that."

"You think too much." Clayton didn't want to continue this topic. He opened the drawer, took out a small sleeve crossbow that shone with silver light, and pushed it to Cuitis along with two small wooden barrels containing crossbow arrows of different materials. "This is a gift for you. It took me a lot of time to make the matching crossbow arrows. So take it quickly, and don't let the little one see it, otherwise she will pester me to get another set."

Cuitis took the crossbow and examined it. "This looks like a demon hunter's equipment. The Knights prefer to use silver bullets and silver-plated swords to deal with the darkborn. Only they can make a crossbow that can fire silver arrows. Where did you get it from?"

"A case of self-defense," Clayton said.

The nun did not investigate further and quickly put the weapon into her pocket.

"Can you use weapons?" Clayton suddenly remembered this.

"I didn't have any toys when I was a child. I just read the books I could find at home over and over again. This one was one of them." Cuitis said, pointing her chin at the "Essence of Swordsmanship of the Master of Feilong Castle" on the table.

Clayton was still worried: "Maybe we should practice fighting again."

"No, I will receive strict combat training in the Knights later." Cuitisse looked at his worried face and smiled calmly. "Today is a holiday, let me relax a little."

"Okay, then it's your turn to give me a gift."

Cuitis did not refuse. She took out a bunch of keys and gave them to Clayton, as if she had been prepared.

This is the key to Patnoo's old house.

"You're not going home?" Clayton's voice was a little dry. He couldn't imagine his old home without anyone in it. That house had no life and would not bleed, but if everyone abandoned it, it would die.

"I have a spare key, idiot."

Clayton quickly put the key away silently.

Cuitis glanced at the pile of gifts on the table and asked, "Are you still in touch with your ex-girlfriends?"

"No, I've changed my mind."

The nun nodded comfortingly: "That's good. It's not moral to fall in love with a married woman. Did you find other girlfriends later?"

"I found one a few years ago and I thought I would marry her, but she has left me now." Clayton sighed: "I said I think sculpture is more expressive than oil painting because sculpture is three-dimensional and oil painting is two-dimensional, so she broke up with me immediately."

"I didn't expect her attitude to be so intense. Maybe it's because she studied painting," exclaimed Clayton, who studied sculpture.

"You are such a fool." Cuitis also sighed.

"It's not my fault. She could have found enough reasons to refute my opinion first, maybe I would have changed my mind."

Cuitis smiled and shook her head: she turned around to leave, but when she reached the door, Clayton called out from behind her again.

"Tritis."

She turned around at the door. Clayton's relaxed expression from the previous moment had disappeared from his face. He stood up from behind the desk and looked at her worriedly.

"Stay here, Donna still needs you."

Cuitis shook her head: "I am no longer able to teach her. The next task is yours."

Clayton stared at Cuitis, his pupils shrinking and expanding repeatedly in the center of his yellow eyes. "Then you don't have to go to the church to do penance. I don't know how fierce your battle with the heretics is, but conflicts always result in deaths. I know this very well. You might lose your life without knowing it!"

Cuitisi sighed and walked back: "Dear Kerry, you know what kind of person I am. I never wait for something good to happen to me because it has never happened before. Now there is a good opportunity in front of me. If I seize it, I can help my family. I can't just give it up. And returning to the church is not a chore for me. Because of my faith, I am enjoying it."

"Clayton, I know you don't believe in God, but please respect my faith."

She spoke with such sincerity that Clayton knew he could no longer stop her and could only sigh and nod.

"Well, whenever you come back, there will be a room for you in my house."

"I'll be staying for two more days. You don't have to say these things so early." Cuitis held her forehead again and sighed softly: "Kerry, Kerry, I know what the werewolf curse means. The power of the curse is very strong, but you still have to learn to control yourself."

"Even if it's for power, you have to learn to do this. Suppress your desires, learn to be patient, and don't let desires consume you. This will cause serious consequences."

"Yes, I know how terrible this is." Clayton said sincerely, "In order to satisfy her desires, a girl followed my brother and walked two kilometers to my house to take shelter from the rain. When she entered the house, she was already soaked and did not avoid any raindrops at all. This is the result of not learning to be patient."

Tristana was silent for a moment.

"I endured it, but I couldn't help it," she said with difficulty.