The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 87

Clayton had always thought that Notre Dame took over the work of the workhouse, but he didn't expect the fact to be worse than this.

The people of the Holy Grail actually let children under the age of ten make their own food.

They are usually locked up when they are not needed, and they have to handle the food themselves before meals. It seems that under the influence of theology, the administrators of Notre Dame are not very merciful.

Out of some common-sense considerations, he asked Clara: "You don't eat cold food all the time, do you?"

It was normal for a child of this age not to know how to cook, and if he was their caretaker, he would never let them use fire—not for their safety, but for his own.

Clara blinked, not understanding what he meant.

"We'll cut up the ham and mix it with the vegetables."

Meat is a good thing, but Clayton can't imagine raw ham.

"Aren't they hot?"

"Why does Clara eat hot? Isn't Clayton eating cold all the time?"

Clara asked while looking at Creighton, who had been feeding her frozen raw beef.

It wasn't until the lieutenant realized that Clara ate raw meat like himself was not out of racial instinct. Due to the treatment he gave her, his identity suddenly became the type that he thought should be cast aside.

"It's different. I eat raw meat because I don't know how to cook it, and my mom's hot dishes are better than these things."

After her reminder, Clayton decided to learn how to cook next week, so as not to have the landlady come to deliver dinner every day (the human meal).There are many shady things hidden in this house, and it should be kept as few people as possible.

And werewolves can accept the smell of raw meat, but it doesn't mean that the sense of taste has been completely reversed.Hot and spiced food is definitely better than blood food.

"Then can Clara eat the dishes cooked by Clayton's mother? Clara also wants to eat delicious food."

Facing Clara's curious eyes, Clayton lowered his head, tore the raw meat into shreds and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to resolve the sudden emotion with monotonous chewing movements.

"She can't cook anymore because when she dies, she goes to heaven."

He answered her in a way that Clara could understand, but his parents were unbelievers, and the teaching did not allow people like them to go to heaven.

"Then she must be very happy." Clara suddenly laughed.

If it wasn't for the bareness below her neck, she'd be a barely cute guy.

Clayton didn't clear up her misunderstanding: "I think so too."

He just wanted to end the subject quickly now.

"Clara has one more question," Clara said.Her face returned to the initial sadness: "Clara just discovered something strange."

[What new discoveries can you make by staying in the fish tank? 】

Clayton stared at Clara, waiting for her explanation.

"Clara was just thinking about a question, which one is better, a heaven with a mother or a heaven without a mother?"

The lieutenant thought there was something wrong with his ears, but it didn't.

Clara's eyes are very serious. She is using her psychological experience of no more than ten years old to verify the relationship between humans and gods.

"My mother said that entering the kingdom of heaven is the happiest thing. But if Clara enters the kingdom of heaven first, she must be separated from her mother. It is very painful to be separated from her mother, and Clara will not feel happy. So Clara now feels that entering the kingdom of heaven may not be Happy. But Clara still wants to know what her mother thinks, she doesn’t seem to miss Clara that much”

Her voice dropped.

Here is no longer a demon possessed person, nor a manipulated monster, just a little girl who is homesick.

Clayton was touched, and comforted: "Clara, 30 years have passed, maybe your mother is dead, you don't have to think about it so much."

The "mother" of Notre Dame is not the children's biological mothers, but the mortal members of the Holy Grail who take care of children who are not successfully converted.So many years have passed, if she is still alive this year, she will be at least 70 years old. As a human being, this is a rather long-lived number, and she has probably been dead for a while.

As for Clara's biological mother, the spider priest Athena Brugge, Clayton has made up his mind to kill her before this year passes.

So no matter when Clara dies, he can guarantee that she will see her mother soon in heaven.

Am I a bit too evil? He suddenly woke up.

Clara was not aware of his complicated thoughts, nor was he comforted.

"Clara is worried that her mother will not love Clara, otherwise, she should also say that she misses Clara."

Somehow, a gap was created between Clara and the Holy Grail Society.

But she doesn't know it.

Clayton was silent, and he found that now is a good opportunity to persuade Clara, if Clara's concept can be returned to ordinary people, and he will no longer obey the orders of the Holy Grail Society.He can release her with confidence in the future, wherever she goes.

But the blow may be too much for her to take.

"Clara, why do you think she's your mother?" he began.

The girl looked at him puzzled.

"If it's because of education, her education will not be better than the teachers in church schools. And in terms of companionship and care, she has not fulfilled her mother's duties. If you cry, will she come to comfort you? Or Just telling you to shut up? Did she tell you about her past? Or did she just tell you what the scriptures said? Is she good at listening? Or is she always doing her own thing and not letting you talk about unnecessary things? "

"The sanctity of the word mother comes from the fact that there was a loving mother before it, it's just that we chose to use these two repeated syllables to represent her. Don't be bound by the word."

Clayton watched Clara's gradually changing expression, and sighed with pity: "Besides, she may not be your mother."

Hearing this shocking answer, Clara opened her mouth wide, and her sadness was replaced by another emotion.

"Clara doesn't have a mother, so where did Clara come from?!"

Clayton: "."

Clara seemed to understand it as a biological problem.

He had to explain clearly: "Of course Clara has her own mother, but the woman Clara regards as her mother is not Clara's mother."

"How did Clayton know?"

"Clay. I recently met your younger brother Moore. He is your biological brother."

Then sent him to heaven to enjoy the blessings, and Clayton didn't plan to tell the truth behind it.

"Although he is your younger brother, he is different from you. He is already an adult and knows a lot of things. He knows who your common mother is, and about Notre Dame. He also knows where the others have gone."

"Who is Clara's mother?"

"Athina Bruggot, but she's not like you, and she's not like a normal mother."

"Athena Pruger? Athena Pruger!" Clara said the name excitedly, not understanding Creighton's hidden warning.

She thought the name was really nice. Just by saying these few words, she felt like a balloon floating in the sky was suddenly dragged to the ground, and suddenly became more at ease, as if she had a home again.

She pressed him eagerly. "And where is she now? Clara wants to see her."

Clayton became vigilant, and he had to stop Clara's unrealistic fantasies in time, lest she return to the inhuman control of the Holy Grail: "I don't know about that. But what I know is that it's also not a worthwhile You go to respect people. Because in"

"What does respect mean?" Clara interrupted blankly.

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Clayton took a deep breath, he knew he had another task tonight.

"Do you have to dress like this all the time?"

Fasslag leaned on the sofa, lit a cigarette and watched Hook's detectives.

Their trench coats all had the names of Hooker's Detective Agency written on them, and he dared not take them out now.

It's so eye-catching.

"This is a way of advertising." The captain of Detective Hook said sitting on the opposite sofa. "Passers-by see our clothes, and if they want to hire private security in the future, they will be the first to think of our firm."

"He really has a business mind."

Fasslag kicked the leg of the table underneath, obviously not complimenting them.

He is bored now.

Athene Pruger slept with him once, and then had no further contact, and even persuaded his brother Carolin to lock him up.

Caroline agreed.

He now wonders what happened between the two men.

The woman approached her just to get in touch with her brother, and once she achieved her goal, she kicked him away.

"What a sinister fellow!"

He inhaled viciously, and the flame of the cigarette burned to the end in one breath, and the ash fell on the carpet and scattered into several pieces.

Soon, the cigarette butt was also thrown down.

The detectives were hired by the Grail, and Athena made them listen to Carolin, who in turn made them stay with Faslag to keep him safe.

Fasslag enjoys this kind of attention, but at the same time, he wonders whether there is a purpose of surveillance in doing so.

He had to suspect his brother's intentions.

Although what he wants will be delivered quickly, it is still different from the past.

Fasslag is tired of this kind of life when no one compliments him, and he can't stand it for a day.

Right now, the Hook detectives who are protecting him are all veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and they look down on officers like him who have never been to the front line. Even if they hide well, Faslag knows that they are looking down on him.

That kind of sight is like substance, and you can feel their weight as long as you turn around.

"What has your master achieved recently?" he asked the detective mockingly.

"She's just our employer."

The armed detectives looked at Faslag coldly and without respect.

That's the look!

Fasslag yelled in his heart.

　One more chapter in the morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)