Chapter 232 Shamanism Theory

Donna got the chance to confront Clayton as she wished. They took Clara with them and the three of them walked out of the camp.

Although Donna felt that the demon deserved her injury, she still gave Clayton the healing ointment her mother gave her, trying to help his skin, which was red from the hot soup, recover quickly.

In the next ten minutes, Clayton tried his best to explain the cause and effect to her, but it was of no use to the angry little witch.

Donna kicked a stone hard and hit the trunk of a tree.

"She tried to kill you once, and you still kept her at home. What do you think?"

"I think it's more useful to keep her than to kill her."

Clara showed a silly smile, which made Clayton's words very unconvincing.

Donna glared at Clara and then glared at Clayton: "Really? I don't see how she is useful, she is so cold-blooded! Wasn't your friend traveling with her? But what was she doing when she was attacked? She stayed in the newspaper pile without moving!"

Clayton felt that it was a bit unreasonable for his niece to ask a demon to show a sense of justice, but he had to respond to this point.

"Clara, why didn't you come out to help Marietta fight against the people who attacked her?"

"Marytta asked Clara not to leave the car unless Clayton was there."

Clayton spread his hands to Donna: "See, if there is any problem with her, it is that she is very obedient."

More obedient than you.

Clayton didn't say this, but it is not difficult to imagine that Donna's face immediately flushed.

"But I don't think you gave her any instructions to go out, right? She should have stayed in the study, why is she here?"

Clayton looked at Clara again: "Why are you going out?"

He told Clara that he was coming to Gevo before leaving the house on Marlin Street, but Clara must have a legitimate reason to come here. Clayton knew that her curiosity was not as great as Donna's. If there was no instruction, she might live like a real fish.

Clara rolled her blue eyes, which was the prelude to memories.

"After Clara was the only one in the house, Clara heard someone enter the house again. They seemed to be looking for something, walking around all the time, and wanted to go into the study. Clara didn't want to be discovered by them, so she left first to find Clayton - Clayton said that Clara couldn't let others find out that she only had one head, so Clara put on the closest clothes." At the end, she used a tone of seeking credit.

"Only one head?" Donna asked in disbelief.

Clara kindly showed her a bit, pulling her head out of the neck guard like pulling up a carrot, with long spider-like legs dancing underneath.

Donna was not afraid, but her bulging cheeks and protruding eyes also showed that this scene made her uncomfortable.

"Is this the latest outfit?" she said with difficulty.

"Oh, decorative antique armor for some customers. I waxed those armors in the study before." Clayton explained a little, and then looked at Clara: "Can you hear who entered the house?"

First, there was a gunfight on the street, and then a stranger broke into the house to steal. The security of Marlin Street has deteriorated too seriously.

Mrs. Ross usually manages the security of the surrounding area, but an elderly person over 60 will inevitably have occasions where she can't play her role. Fortunately, he didn't leave many really important things in the house, and it didn't matter if those low-value artworks and cash were lost.

"Clara didn't hear the voices of those people."

That means he couldn't recognize them. Mrs. Ross was not among them.

Clayton believed that this was an illegal invasion, but he probably didn't have much time to deal with it after he returned.

It would be more convenient to move to a house closer to the city center than to maintain the security of Marlin Street.

"Then how did you find Marietta? Did she come to the house to find me and happened to meet you?" he asked.

Clara blinked her eyes, which looked a little weird with the majestic armor under her body.

"Who is Marietta?"

"We just talked about her? Marie, Etta! You said she gave you an order!" Donna's voice became sharp, but she tried to keep the volume down.

Clara nodded in realization: "But Clara didn't find Marietta around the house. It was Marietta who found Clara who told me not to move."

"What's the difference?"

"The purpose is very important. It can distinguish a person." Clara glanced at Clayton and added: "This is what Clayton said."

Clayton wanted to laugh, but he saw Donna clenched her fists tightly, which was an unfriendly signal.

"She was probably only ten years old when she was possessed by the devil, and she was really not very..." Clayton looked at Clara with concern, but she didn't realize his hint.

If she wasn't a complete defective product for Athena Bruguet, she wouldn't have been sent to Notre Dame as a sacrifice for the devil's summoning.

Donna's suspicious expression softened slightly.

Even though they hadn't said a few words, she had already somewhat understood what Clayton had told her about harmless devils. If Clara had always been so stupid, no one would have thought she would cause any terrible consequences.

But this doesn't mean that everything can be peaceful.

She pulled Clayton aside and avoided Clara.

"Clayton, I have to remind you that the harm of demons does not only lie in their subjective will, but their own existence affects the living creatures around them. Demons are invisible beings that feed on spirits. Although Clara was not a demon before, But she has been possessed by the demon summoned by her mother and is indistinguishable from each other. This situation is exactly the same as the consequences of wizards summoning demons in animals. "

"And you and a demon understand each other, which is already an important condition for spiritual communication. After exchanging names, the deeper your relationship with them is, the easier it is for you to interact with them - this is equivalent to putting your own soul into it. Open up to her unguardedly."

Clayton nodded thoughtfully: "You can briefly talk about the consequences."

"Clara's character will gradually get closer to you." Donna's expression became more and more serious.

"Sounds good."

".You will also become more and more like Clara. This is how the demon who wanted to possess her was assimilated by her."

"Then I'm really going to die!"

Clayton immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

If "disquiet" had a smell, that smell would be named "Clayton" right now.

He began to try to remember if he had done anything stupid recently, but he couldn't help but think that if he had become stupid, of course he would not find anything.

At this moment, Clara also looked like she didn't understand at all, which made him feel even more inappropriate.

"Julius didn't remind you of this. He probably thought that it was enough for Clara to be obedient. He devoted all his energy to herbalism and divination. Well, there were also amulets. However, although amulets are related to rituals, Magic and summoning are also related, but he is not specialized in this after all. I am at a higher level than him in this area."

Donna paused and her tone became more confident: "I can control Clara and block her influence."

"Then what if I have been changed by her?" Clayton asked seriously, this was the most urgent matter.

"Even if you have changed, it will be minimal - if you are not lying, as long as you have never used her power, then the influence she can exert on you is relatively limited at present. But if you continue to get along, you won't be able to tell in the future ”

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, and a white mist seemed to rise in the dark night.

"Then I'm relieved. From now on, this matter will be left to you. Let's get back to the topic." He turned to look at Clara: "Clara, continue, how did Marietta find you? "

A boring but amazing fact came out of Clara's mouth.

She met Marietta on the way to Gevaux.

Yesterday, to be exact.

Not long after Donna left the mansion, Clara also left because of the uninvited guests who broke into the house. However, she did not know that she should find a livery to rent a horse. Instead, she chose to set off from St. Alvin Parish and follow the signs displayed to the public on the platform. The map guides us towards Jevo.

She had been walking day and night for who knows how long, when Marietta's carriage overtook her from behind.

Clara still retains a little cleverness, but this is not an insurmountable defense for a sane and well-educated adult, and her purpose is quickly revealed.

Marietta learned from her that Clayton was in Gevaux and their relationship, so she gave her a lift.

It is worth mentioning that Mary probably did not know that the little girl in front of her was capable of fighting, so the order given to Clara was just to hide her and prevent outsiders from discovering this weird appearance. He didn't call her out to help until he was hit by a bullet and fell into coma.

However, Clayton believed that Clara could not be blamed for this matter, because she did not know what she was, and of course it was impossible to tell Ms. Etta clearly.

"It's a bit weird." Donna commented, her slightly petite face wrinkled.

Clayton decided to listen to her opinion.

"where?"

"It's everywhere." The girl pursed her lips uneasily: "Should we continue our journey tomorrow?"

Clayton's frown relaxed again: "You may not have heard it in the carriage just now, but Ms. Marietta is seriously injured. If we want to give her a chance of survival, we must return to Gevaux."

"Look, that's it. It's like Gévaux won't let us come and go freely anymore. Anyone who tries to do so will pay the price."

Donna settled the matter worriedly: "You see, when we came to Gèvaux, the horses died. And other horses and donkeys also have their own jobs and are not loaned out. Now, there seems to be obstacles for outsiders to come to Gèveaux. "

Clayton also had a strange feeling. He had previously suspected that someone was up to something, but after observation, he found that everything that blocked them had its own reasons, and was intertwined with each other, with no suspicious links. Moreover, to say that a place instead of a living thing suddenly had its own consciousness and planned to surround them, he felt that the probability of this possibility was too slim.

It just sounded absurd enough, as if one day his house would suddenly accuse him of leaving food scraps on the floor.

Rather than this, he would rather believe that he was just unlucky.

"This conclusion is a bit scary, but I think it was the leatherworker's fault, and something like this will never happen again. Look, isn't Clara okay?"

“But it’s happening now.” Donna said forcefully. “Clara is a demon, and the invisible have no destiny. And apart from this special case, there are other examples here. Didn’t Mr. Stewart prove this? Where are his two companions now? Ms. Marietta and Clara were attacked on the way here.”

“Stewart himself was unscathed. Of course, the Savior Army arrived in Gevaux in one piece.”

The girl spread her hands, and this unladylike gesture made Clayton frown.

“So Stewart came back by himself. The Savior Army was also targeted by you and Father Louis, and this may be the price they have to pay. And don’t forget that the water nymph was going to leave Gevaux, but she stayed temporarily because of our persuasion. Now although she has left Gevaux, she was also shot. I don’t think this is an accident.”

Donna’s theory was successful and made Clayton suspicious.

He couldn't find fault with the other party's theory, but thinking back carefully, he remembered one thing that could be used as a counterexample, that is, the local parish priest took Bill, the injured waiter in the hotel, to the city for medical treatment by car, but it was a smooth journey. This was not enough to be a counterexample. The priest was too far away from the villagers' sight, and they could not confirm whether the priest was safe.

"It was the Salvation Army that was making trouble. Father Louis also had his own ideas. He got the enemy wrong." He still didn't want to admit Donna's point of view.

"But how do you know that this is not part of nature's arrangement?" The girl asked back.

Clayton shook his head. The darkness and cold air in the forest began to make him feel bored, and his interest in talking began to decrease.

"Natural arrangement Donna, does nature also have a soul?"

Donna was more determined than he thought.

"Of course, even a stone and a grain of sand have their own souls."

"Are you learning shamanism?"

It is believed that all matter has a soul that matches it, and the soul is eternal and immortal-this is the doctrine of shamanism.

Although Clayton has realized that the real supernatural system is not completely similar to the legends he has learned from people's words in the past, he still has some contempt for shamanism.

The word "shaman" has always been adjacent to barbarism. When people mention shaman, the first thing they think of is wizards wearing animal skins and with strange oil paint on their faces.

They have certain mysterious powers, but civilization is always far from them.

Donna obviously has a different view on this. She has an extraordinary obsession and admiration for this identity. The words "This is the truth" are almost written on her face.

Clayton doesn't like the feeling of confronting her, which reminds him of Cuitisi.

"I have a question here. In the past, Gevault has always had tax collectors and postmen visiting for official business. How can they be fine?"

"So did they come this month?"

Clayton was speechless. He didn't know what the tax collector was like, but the postman was indeed in trouble.

Donna couldn't help getting excited when she found that she had the upper hand in the debate with her uncle who symbolized authority, as if her conclusion did not mean a bad thing.

Clara didn't know what they were discussing, but looking at Donna's expression, she believed that the moment should be joyful, so she stretched out her two "hands" and clapped them, making a harsh sound of steel colliding, scaring away a nest of flying birds on a nearby dead tree.

Clayton pressed his temples to relieve the pressure on his head.

He didn't want to argue anymore. Maybe Donna was right, but he didn't know.

This kind of thing should be handled by professionals.

"You can talk to Julius about this matter. Maybe with your knowledge, he can prepare some special defense measures for us. Now let's go back to the camp, and I'll talk to Winston. Maybe he will know something - about the land consciousness you mentioned."

He had too much information to accept tonight, and he had to sort it out carefully.