Chapter 169 Being a Role Model

Donna was fascinated when she saw the female vampire's smile.

Vampires naturally have the ability to seduce, and when they are alone, this ability can be exerted without hindrance.

The girl's heartbeat became much faster.

The milk was placed in front of her, and she took a sip, thinking about what her uncle said.

The werewolves were all tall and strong, with thick hair and irritable. Most of these signs were reflected in Uncle Clayton. Alas, if they were not the descendants of werewolves who would go crazy, how good it would be. If they were more elegant and powerful vampires, maybe she could ask Barbara to help her now.

This idea was quickly cut off by herself.

Brakola has no dark descendants, but it does not mean that the devil mentors will not teach students the corresponding knowledge.

Vampires themselves are corpses without blood, but if they want to stay strong, they must suck human blood regularly. Insufficient blood drinking will not only lead to weakening of strength, but also cause emotional deficiency. Although werewolves are irritable, at least the onset of moon mania is fixed, and there is a way to prepare in advance.

Donna didn't want to be a werewolf, but the existence of wolf blood was not an option, but a fact.

In a sense, this was even the last gift from her father whom she had never met.

She put down the cup, turned over her hands, bent her fingers and grasped them. The skin on her palms was as white and rosy as usual, and her nails were neatly trimmed. The half-moon marks representing health were well developed. The girl couldn't imagine that these hands would one day turn into wolf claws. And beards, do werewolves grow beards? She hadn't seen other werewolves, but the type of beard her uncle had made her dare not think about it.

In the days when the dark moon is approaching, the possibility she is worried about will gradually increase.

"Alas-" She sighed for the future of growing a beard.

Seeing her like this, Barbara picked up the pot in confusion and sniffed the milk in the pot. The smell inside did not seem to be spoiled.

Before the female vampire could continue to ask, her husband came in from outside. The man took off his smock stained with ashes and sawdust, hung it at the door, kissed his cold wife again, turned around and saw Donna, and frowned slightly again - he actually didn't welcome guests at home at this moment, no matter who came.

"I hope you don't hate it here."

Donna responded to him with the same courtesy: "I feel familiar here, just like returning home."

When she said this, she tilted her head to look at the huge window in the hall. The afternoon sun was shining through the curtains. On the table in the middle of the hall, a bouquet of colorful flowers was inserted in a vase, adding a warm atmosphere to the small hall.

Pero suddenly felt a little good: "You and Mr. Bello are not city people?"

"We are from South Brigga, my father has a ranch there."

"Brigga, that's really far away."

Barbara sighed and poured herself a glass of milk.

After becoming a vampire, she lost many of her senses, including her sense of taste. Only after drinking blood can she regain her senses. But strangely, she can also taste dairy products when she is thirsty for blood.

Unfortunately, this is not available every day.

Pero sat across the table, leaning his back against the back of the chair and sighing happily:

"Since he has a ranch, why do you come to the city?"

Donna couldn't answer because Clayton didn't say it and her mother didn't tell her about it.

But she could lie: "We have a distant relative who passed away. Someone needs to take over his business in the city. It's not worth much to sell the store. There are still many experienced employees in the store. It happened that my father didn't like the monotonous life, so he rented out the land and moved to the city to plan a new business."

"He is really an adventurous person." Pero said. But he suddenly remembered that Julius also praised his wife in this way, and his face was not good again.

He sighed for a while, and then said: "Donna, can you read?"

Donna nodded and said: "I can read."

"I want to ask you to teach Barbara to write, not too much, just the basics."

This is not a difficult task, Donna agreed, Pero and Barbara both showed happy smiles on their faces.

But the proper reception etiquette has not been completed yet. Barbara helped Donna upstairs and changed into an old skirt she had just found in the closet in the attic. They have similar figures, so this old cotton floral skirt is quite suitable for Donna, and the blood-stained white skirt was washed.

In addition, she sent some baked cookies and honey. When these were completed, she took white paper and charcoal pencils and sat next to Donna like the best student.

In order to make the "teacher" feel considerate, Barbara placed the disabled girl in a large armchair with armrests. This old chair was made of tangled dead vines. It was very old and could be called a family heirloom. It still exuded a faint smell of decayed plants.

Donna grabbed the armrests on both sides and shook back and forth for a few times. She really felt very comfortable. She looked at the housewife who was looking at her eagerly, and suddenly felt like she was a grandmother.

She paused shaking, took a deep breath, and said unconfidently: "So, where should we start. Um. Do you have old newspapers or other printed publications here?"

In the process of education, teaching materials are also very important.

But it seemed that Barbara had not made such considerations. She panicked: "Are these necessary?"

"As long as it has text."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief. She rummaged through the pile of junk next to her for a while and found a book with a black cover.

"Is this okay? This is all we have in the house."

Donna took it. The cover of the book was made of pure black sheepskin. There was no text on the surface and it felt very rough. The paper looked yellow from the side, and the same was true when it was opened. It seemed that as long as you applied a little force, the contents inside would fall apart. The feeling of staleness made her murmur in her heart.

When the book was opened, the text inside was not Dornish, but Tallinn.

Donna doesn't know Tallinn. She can recognize it because she has studied the ancient language Felinn, which is the common ancestor of the writings of Dorne, Taunton and Tallinn. They share some letters and words. Yes, but that’s all.

Barbara definitely didn't want to learn Tallinn, she should learn Dornish. However, there are indeed some vocabulary words in it that can be picked out and taught individually.

"What is this book about?" she asked Barbara.

"It is a collection of bedside stories that my mother left to me. Although I couldn't understand it, I always thought I would use it in the future, so when I got married to the old guy, I brought it with me."

The female vampire answered so firmly that Donna turned to the second half of the book out of curiosity before mentally overturning this statement.

This is not a storybook, this is a family notebook.

There is actually not much content described in Tallinn in this book. After about twenty pages, the recorder's handwriting changed, and the text was changed to Dornish. It was obvious that the owner had changed. From this time on, Dornish became the main text in this book, indirectly explaining the changes in this family.

This period of change occurred at the end of the last century.

"Aunt Barbara, are your ancestors from Tallinn?"

Barbara nodded slightly blankly: "It seems so, how did you know?"

"It says here." Donna gestured to her, "Please wait a moment, I want to choose a paragraph that is suitable for explanation."

Barbara's ancestors came from an extraordinary background, but in this generation, they could not even read.

But Donna was also from Butnu, and she knew the reason for this "decline" - there was no demand for literacy among the country people.

If a person can survive as long as farming, has no intention of studying, has no intention of going to the city, and has no relatives and friends living in a foreign land to talk to each other, then literacy skills are not necessary for them. This is especially true for girls.

When it came time to write a letter, they would visit a literate person with eggs and wine, but this was rare.

In the words of Principal Fatiya, extreme utilitarianism kills the motivation for literacy.

The girl roughly read the family history. Unexpectedly, Barbara seemed to have a good understanding of the book. There were indeed many "stories" in it, but the people who experienced these stories were all her ancestors. .

And if these stories are true, then there may be many descendants of extraordinary people in Revo, but they don't know it themselves.

This suddenly struck a chord with Donna.

Just like herself, although she was called by Bracola to learn magic when she was very young, she didn't know until this month that the family she belonged to turned out to be a werewolf family.

It seems that at a certain time, many of Dorne's extraordinary creatures went into hiding and did not appear easily in front of people.

Soon, she found an article that was interesting and suitable for teaching.

She raised her head, looked at her temporary student, and smiled slightly: "Then, let's start with this story, um, the story of Lax's daughter, the water nymphs."

"Fairies are messengers of fairyland, with the ability to observe destiny and fulfill wishes. Before people make requests to them, they need to put sacrifices in wicker cages and sink them into the water. Only in this way can they please."

Clayton and Julius came out of Bono's house, and their coachman Fraser did provide some different information.

Mr. Sevan, the son of Padre Louis, did have plans to go to the city. He spent some money and asked a convoy of traveling merchants to wait for him for a few days. However, he did not appear in front of everyone again. The convoy left after waiting for a few days. left, but Frazier's cousin Bono wasn't sure Sevan was in the car.

What is truly certain is that there was another local who left with the convoy - Scheele Lax.

This old man is unremarkable, but he is the father of Adelaide Lux, the most beautiful girl in the local area. His daughter was said to have followed a stranger to the city last month, but the old father did not follow him at that time. Instead, he delayed for a week before packing his luggage and left the town with the convoy.

There is another strange thing. A circus came to Gevo last month. They performed publicly for a while and then disappeared. When people thought they went to the city, they all came back.