The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 361 High Pressure Training
It's only natural that Donna wants to kill someone.

If a person keeps learning the skills of fighting, then they will naturally want to use them. Moreover, she has always imagined how to use her abilities to make the world a better place.

Noticing the unusual interests and hobbies of the uncle and nephew Bello, Catherine deliberately changed the subject.

She led them indoors and showed them the professional teaching facilities here - the concert hall, dance room, sewing room, painting studio, as well as the special alchemy room and wine cellar.

"In addition to music, dance and painting, we also teach girls how to identify perfumes and wine tasting techniques. They will develop their aesthetic and social abilities here, which will be of great benefit to upper-class social activities."

The school currently has a total of 86 students and more than 25 teaching staff who are able to provide targeted training for all students.

Although many students are still at home for the holidays, there are still more than 20 students here, attending classes in two classrooms.

Clayton stood in front of the window at the back door of the classroom for a while, observing the contents on the blackboard.

Donna's position didn't allow her to do that, but Clayton's behavior was making her feel increasingly cold.

Then, Catherine took them to her office and asked Donna a few questions, all of which the girl answered. She nodded with satisfaction and said to Clayton, "In my opinion, your girl is smart and can keep up with our current course. The only thing she lacks is the management of her figure."

"Her waist is too thick."

The smirk Donna had been wearing disappeared.

She was pretty sure that her body shape was normal and it was just Catherine herself who liked to tighten her waist into a bee shape.

"That doesn't need to be changed." Clayton spoke for her: "I know corsets can correct the posture of young girls, but they can also affect their movements and make it difficult for them to breathe."

Catherine disagrees: "It's just a misconception. Once they wear a bra long enough, they get used to it."

"But no matter how well they adapt, they can't run smoothly," Clayton said.

Catherine shook her head: "They don't need to run. Ladies should be calm and steady. Only by moving slowly and steadily can they appear elegant."

"But elegance doesn't always work, and I think she needs to keep it," Clayton said calmly, "so that if someone shoots at her, she can get behind cover in time."

Yes, Donna thought, if she couldn't run, it would be dangerous if someone shot her.

But Catherine couldn't understand this reason.

“Who shoots a lady?”

"That's hard to say. Sasha City has been in turmoil recently, and you should know about these things." Clayton said, "Let me talk about my own experience. Someone robbed my store in broad daylight, and then someone beat him to death. The body lay there for a long time. This was simply unimaginable in the past."

After hearing such a horrifying experience, the dean finally compromised.

"Well, I understand your concern, we won't force her to shrink her waist, but she has to control her diet like everyone else."

“I think she can still do that,” Clayton said. “Also, as for the riding lessons, she already has a horse, so I hope she doesn’t have to ride one of those old horses.”

“There is an additional charge for boarding horses.”

"of course."

The two reached an agreement on teaching, and then Clayton returned to the school gate, dragged the luggage over, and handed it to Donna personally.

"I will ask Clara to come to you secretly later. If you need anything, tell her and she will notify Charlotte by mail. However, I believe you can handle life here because you are strong enough."

Clayton wasn't worried at all that Donna wouldn't be able to survive here; she was a very adaptable person.

She had a blast during the day and went to bed on time at night. She did everything to her heart's content and did whatever she wanted while maintaining a certain code of conduct. Even Clayton himself couldn't do that.

They said a few goodbye words, and then Clayton left.

Donna dragged the box and waited until Clayton's back disappeared before turning around. Looking at Catherine's kind face, she finally felt lonely.

She really had nowhere to go now.

"Come on, I'll take you to the dormitory. We'll come back for class after we put your things away." Catherine said, picking up Donna's box.

Donna's loneliness disappeared, and she was replaced by astonishment. She didn't expect to have classes on the first day, but thought she would have to do nothing here for a few days.

She wanted to say something else, but Catherine had already walked to the front with the box, so she had to follow.

The main building of Xinjiani Women's College is much taller than Clayton's new house, but there are too many people here, so the accommodation rule is six people per room. Donna followed Catherine to her dormitory. They put down their boxes, made their beds, and then returned to the classroom where they had just had a class. Catherine knocked on the door and led Donna in to introduce her.

As a new student, Donna does not have her own uniform, while all the students here wear dark blue dresses.

Just seeing their uniform clothes made her feel uncomfortable.

"Donna!"

Suddenly, someone among the students called out her name. She turned around and saw a familiar face appear in front of her, which made her happy and unbelievable.

It's Alice! They met in Wonderland!
She is also from Dorne! She is also from Sasha!

Seeing an acquaintance, Donna almost rushed up to hug her, but a loud noise nearby interrupted her action.

Peng!
"Silence! Don't speak without permission!"

An old woman with wrinkles so deep that she could fit inside them slammed the table with the black ruler in her hand. She was the etiquette teacher here, and it seemed that all the girls were afraid of her.

They sat properly, and even Alice, who had experienced Wonderland, suddenly became as quiet as a rabbit.

Donna felt a little more hopeless about the future.

The courses at the academy are no more difficult than those taught by private tutors, but they are more rigorous.

As in other schools, teachers are allowed to physically punish students. Hitting the palms with a stick and being put in solitary confinement are common methods in boarding schools.

Donna had experienced various fatal injuries in Wonderland, but this level was not enough to make her submissive, but it was very effective for others - specifically, she tried hard to get close to Alice, but after the teacher's warning, the latter dared not look at her anymore.

The last two classes were held consecutively, with no break time at all. The weather was very cold, and Donna suddenly had a mysterious feeling - everyone around her, including herself, seemed to be gradually fading away and turning into white plaster models for painting.

Although studying here is not difficult, she feels easily tired and doesn't know why.

If she is still like this at night, it will be bad.

It was not until the afternoon class was over and the teacher walked out of the classroom that the girls around him suddenly regained their lively expressions as if they were resurrected.

"I never thought that I could be classmates with a princess!" Alice rushed over excitedly, and Donna quickly covered her mouth. She didn't want that experience to be spread.

Just this action confirmed Alice's thoughts.

"So that dream was real? And this country is real too? No one believed me when I woke up. But your father's advice really worked. When I woke up, there was a bump on my head, and I really went to see a doctor."

She chattered non-stop, and Donna almost regretted meeting her.

"What happened there was just a coincidence, it's not real," the little witch tried her best to explain, hoping that Alice would stop dwelling on it, even though she herself didn't know what she was saying.

At that time, she thought she would never meet him again, so she reported her real name, but this was a very careless act, and she had no sense of defense at all. If Clayton knew about this, he would be furious.

"Alice, is she someone you know?"

More girls gathered around. Donna was indifferent to the scrutiny of these strangers. She felt from the bottom of her heart that they were not of the same kind.

Most people of this age are sensitive to emotions. After noticing her cold attitude, the people around her soon lost their curiosity about her and most of them left, leaving only two people who stayed by her side.

One was Alice, and the other red-haired girl was the first time she met her.

"Alice, you and I are in the same dormitory. My name is Lant Yasir," said the strange girl, extending her hand to shake hands with Donna.

Donna looked at her hand and held it out.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Lanter, but I haven't told you which dormitory I live in yet."

"There aren't many empty dormitories. Mrs. Pifar, who is in charge of night patrol, said that the next freshman will move into our dormitory." Lant said, and Alice nodded beside him: "I know you are a little shy. Freshmen are all like this when they first come in."

Donna remained calm, but retorted in her heart.

"You can always ask us about the rules of this school, but we have more important things to do right now."

"What's going on?" Donna asked.

Lant looked at the empty classroom and told her calmly:
"Have dinner."

On the wooden tray were two very thin slices of bread, an equally small piece of fried meat, a boiled egg - as small as a quail egg, and a small bowl of vegetable soup.

Since Donna returned to her seat with the tray, she has been staring at these things with a gloomy face. The candlelight made the shadows of the food move on the plate like worms.

There is no way a 120-pound girl could survive on that amount of food.

"Is that all?" she asked Rant and Alice desperately. She thought that the food moderation that the dean had told Clayton was not what it should be.

This is not abstinence, this is fasting.

"Yes, unfortunately, this is indeed not rich enough for a princess." Alice said seriously. She was still thinking about the encounter in Wonderland.

Lant nodded seriously. “You’ll have to rely on this food to get through the next four hours, so try to reduce your exercise.”

"I don't think it's a matter of movement." Donna's voice sounded like the last breath of a dying person.

Clara! She needs Clara!

If Clara doesn't come and help her steal food today, she'll be doomed!

Seeing her look, Lant sighed: "If it's not enough, I'll think of another way when I return to the dormitory."

Donna responded sadly, chewing her food more slowly than ever before, as if the longer she chewed, the more food would enter her stomach.

After dinner, the teacher led them in prayer for a while and then let them move freely.

Lant took Donna Bello and Alice back to the dormitory. As soon as they entered the room, Alice pestered Donna again. Hunger did not extinguish her desire for knowledge:
"Can we still go to this country?"

"I can't go there." Donna said listlessly, "It's not as beautiful as you imagined."

Lant was rummaging through her bag with her back to them, and was a little confused when she heard what they said.

"What is this country?"

"A country that doesn't exist. Alice and I made it up when we were researching the script." Donna said, pinching Alice's hand gently. "It should have been a secret. I don't want to discuss this script with anyone because it hasn't been completed yet."

Alice finally understood what she meant and kept quiet, but somehow she looked even happier.

Rant searched for a while and finally found a pack of biscuits. She took out a few pieces and handed them to Donna, and the little witch ate them carefully.

"I'll repay you," Donna said.

"It's just a few cookies." Rant shook her head. She thought this new student was weird.

After solving the belly problem, Mrs. Pifar, who was in charge of night management, suddenly came to the house and took Donna out to measure her body size so that she could make a custom uniform.

When she came back, she was exhausted both physically and mentally. She chatted with Rant and Alice for a while in the light of the oil lamp. The two old students told her about the school's daily course schedule and the taboos that different teachers hated, but before she finished, it was time to go to bed.

After the bell rings, all dormitories become quiet and the lights are turned off at the same time.

Mrs. Pifar patrolled the corridor outside the door with an oil lamp. When light came through the crack in the door, the girls kept silent. When the light faded, they began to talk in low voices in the dark.

Donna became anxious. She kept waiting, but Clara still didn't come.

But her time was almost up.

"Oh, I have something to tell you." She said reluctantly. "I don't like to open the window or the door when I sleep."

Lanter's voice came softly: "Of course, it's winter now, and it's terribly cold with the window open."

“I do this all year round.”

“We have holidays in the coldest and hottest months,” said Alice.

Donna was relieved.

She said good night to her roommate, then closed her eyes and let her consciousness sink into the darkness.

When her mind fell into the most extreme silence, after an unknown amount of time, the chaotic and dark space suddenly surged like an explosion, revealing a completely different and colorful reverse side, and the silent mind instantly returned to its opposite extreme clarity.

She sensed countless moving lines of color reorganizing to form an incredibly realistic picture.

Bright green that is not suitable for the current season spreads across the valleys and plains. The sound of streams hitting pebbles is nature's most beautiful musical instrument. Birds and squirrels are looking down curiously from the branches. Many young boys and girls are chasing and playing with each other on the grass, or singing and dancing.

This is a land where spring is always here.

Donna's invisible consciousness plunged into it, and she felt the ground under her feet again.

This is Brakora, the wizarding sanctuary known for its secrecy, and the birthplace of Dorne's rural wizards.

No one has ever found its location in reality, not even the wizards who have studied here. They can only reach here in their dreams, and various protective spells prevent them from revealing the secret of Bracora. This is why her mother could never find the wizard who taught her.

Not all people here are wizards. Brakola's principal, Fatia, likes boys and girls with pure hearts. Even if they are unwilling to learn witchcraft, they can be inspired at night and come here to have fun all night long.

But once they are over sixteen, this place is no longer open to them.

Donna only has one year left.

She walked quickly past those young people who had no ambition to make progress and went straight to a high slope where stood a red-skinned woman with pointed horns.

Donna's steps gradually slowed down in front of the high slope. Thinking of what she was going to say next, she took a deep breath and clenched her hands:
"Teacher, I'm here for class."