Chapter 246: Heartfelt Talk

The wizard tensed his muscles, then relaxed due to pain the next moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to say - are you sure she will let go of her grudge because of this? I think your solution is a bit hasty."

Clayton narrowed his eyes and stared at the wizard, but just when Julius was about to give up the topic, he spoke again.

"I don't like others to interfere in the internal problems of the Bello family, but since you are concerned about her, I will explain it to you. If she can understand, put down her fear of me, and face it with her spirit and courage, As for the fact, I will be happy that this does not damage the family relationship between us.”

"If she can't accept this and wants to leave, she is even afraid of the other world and wants to live an ordinary life, away from all dangerous and cursed creatures. That is also good news to me. I will make sure that she Marrying a good man and living a peaceful life will fulfill my promise to her parents.”

"No matter what she thinks, the result is not a bad thing, so what else can I say? Let her choose to go."

Clayton's educational philosophy clearly impressed the wizard.

"I thought you would arrange everything for her like a strict upper-class father."

Clayton scoffed at the idea: "How? That would make me tired too."

Julius' body relaxed and he leaned back, and he realized that he had misjudged Clayton's attitude towards Donna, but this lifestyle gave him some inspiration and made him feel more relaxed.

"If she knew you thought so, she would have to thank you." He said half-jokingly.

Clayton sat down across the table.

"Of course."

When the topic ended, the muddy cross had been soaking for a while.

Clayton fished it out and gently brushed the surface of the cross with the brush he usually used to work, so as not to damage its original eroded and fragile structure. After about ten minutes, the mud fell off and the cross was there. His true form appeared before them.

Julius sighed when he saw what it looked like.

Because this cross is really a cross, not some other cross-shaped product.

It looks like a cross carved from a single piece of wood. There is almost no decorative pattern on the outside. There is only a stain of dirty ink on the top of the cross. Only by looking hard can you find that it is a number written in ancient language.

42, or 43.

"It seems that someone threw a rubbish in the swamp when passing by it hundreds of years ago, and our work was in vain." Julius sighed.

Clayton had a different opinion: "No, we can't say that. The presence of a wooden cross at least means that someone passed by there, and the location of the swamp was no longer completely submerged in the river at that time, otherwise it would have been destroyed by the force of the water flow. Washed up on the shore. If someone dropped a cross there, there must be something else left."

"Then we definitely can't continue digging tomorrow." Julius said: "If you kill three Salvation Army, they will definitely step up their guard, or ask the two people from the Doomsday Seeker sect to go over and take a look. We and Lewis The priest promised not to do anything to them directly."

They originally took action because they knew that the Salvation Army belonged to the Doomsday Seekers, but those two people did not know that they had this information. Even if Chud Osmar wanted to settle accounts with them afterwards, they could argue that it was a misunderstanding.

But if you stand face to face with the other party and insist on going against the other party, then the matter cannot be let go casually.

"No need to do that, we can let Louis handle it for us."

Clayton stood up and held the top of the wooden cross to the flame of the oil lamp for a few seconds, and the numbers on it became clear.

43

This time they saw clearly.

"This method of marking is actually special. If you don't write a name on a private cross, you won't write numbers on it, let alone the numbers on the top of the cross. Maybe Priest Louis will know its specialness, after all, he is a Priesthood.”

Julius looked at the cross with disdain and raised his hand impatiently, as if he was about to throw away trash.

"Then you go find him yourself. Is it because I never want to show up in front of him again? It's because of this thing."

As Creighton was about to do just that, he wiped the cross dry and grabbed it out.

He went down the stairs and across the hall, finishing off a smoked chicken hanging by the fireplace, then took his coat and hat from the coat rack and put them on again, ready to go out again.

But Donna stopped him.

"It's so late, are you still going out?"

The girl still looked a little sluggish and her eye circles were slightly red, but her spirits were slightly better than before.

She turned around and lay on the back of the small sofa and looked at the door. Clayton was almost worried that she would fall down with the sofa.

As for what they discussed before - she may have figured it out, or she may not have figured it out, but Clayton is not willing to think deeply. Any doubts and the possibility of severing the family relationship will cause him unhappiness, and unhappiness will lead to even greater consequences. Severe hunger.

He nodded to her and said, "I'm going to the priesthood in town to ask some questions. If you're worried, you can go with me."

Donna stood up immediately: "I'll go with you."

Clayton pointed to the red hooded cloak that she never wanted to leave: "Then put your hat on, it's very cold today."

What was worse than the cold winter night was that Donna realized for the first time her situation. What was worse than that was the realization that she was beginning to feel afraid of the relative next to her.

Barbara's abnormality finally made her realize how dangerous it was for herself to be mixed among this group of dark descendants.

She is a living piece of meat.

Barbara didn't tell her what happened, and Ian wasn't allowed to say it, but Donna was able to guess it.

The performance of Ian Lazarus also began to give her a true understanding of the nature of the curse. Until now, she still recalled the young and painful face and the tragic scene of asking others to kill her.

The transformation of a vampire must first turn a living person into a dead person.

Donna clasped her hands together and twisted her fingers, using this slight pain to divert her attention and prevent herself from showing uneasiness in front of her uncle. It is said that wolves can smell the smell of fear.

But she can't.

The body is still shaking.

"Do you regret it?"

Clayton grabbed the cross and tilted his head to look at her. Under the light of the girl's lantern, the eyes of the same color as hers were shining brightly. There was no emotion in the pupils, like the eyes of a wild beast.

Donna looked at him in shock.

"What?"

Clayton turned his head and continued to look at the road, his voice calm: "Do you regret leaving Batnu to see me now?"

Donna was silent and did not answer immediately. She needed some time to think.

She couldn't come up with a clear answer for the time being. She did regret it, but she also felt a happiness that she had never had in the past during this month.

She wanted to answer truthfully that she had regrets, but some strange feeling blocked her throat, preventing her from speaking out. And every second of silence, she was afraid that her uncle would be sad because of her hesitation, but she couldn't help but think that if the other party was already sad, then it wouldn't matter if she told the truth.

Out of this ambivalence, her silence became more and more prolonged.

On the street at night, several unsuspecting hunter patrols walked towards them with lights and greeted them. Clayton responded with a smile, and then they passed by.

The girl stared at the backs of the hunters, guessing that they were completely unaware of the inner nature of the person they were greeting.

And she herself was like this not long ago.

The curse has become an irreplaceable part of the Darkin's life, and it is an existence with a twisted essence. However, she has been blinded by the appearance of friendship and ignored this. This is a very serious mistake.

But she still doesn't want to change the state of getting along with the other party, even if it goes against Braccola's teachings.

In fact, she had broken the commandments several times for the other party. She should not have mentioned Bracola, nor should she have allowed Clara to continue to live, but she still did it in order to gain Uncle Clayton's trust.

I don't want to keep my uncle waiting, but I don't want to face this problem head on either. Donna spoke with difficulty: "I thought you just had a loss of taste."

"snort--"

Clayton made a suppressed sound from his nose, and then it gradually boiled up and turned into laughter like a steam boiler operating on a train. His tall back also bent slightly and trembled non-stop.

"Witch. Ha. Think werewolves are just people who have lost their sense of taste. Hahahahahahaha"

He kept his voice down and laughed in the street, and Donna's fear disappeared and she became embarrassed.

"I'm not stupid! I was just negligent. Can you stop laughing?" After shrinking her hands and looking around, she made sure that no one was looking here, so she reached out and patted Clayton on the back.

If the werewolf hadn't been acting civilized in front of him, she wouldn't have forgotten the existence of the curse.

Clayton stopped laughing slightly and raised his right hand, but did not look back: "Yes, I have been neglecting it for several weeks. You are not as brave as when we first met, how dare you shout '' to an elder you have never met. Brother', but now he is afraid of his own 'brother'."

"I just can't get over it" Donna hung her head in frustration.

Having said that, she did not feel scared anymore;

Creighton looks at least ten years younger now that she's lost her beard, and when she smiles she really looks like her "dude"—if she ever had one, that's what he is.

Her uncle slowly shook his head: "There is no fear that cannot be overcome. As long as I still have reason, I will not hurt my relatives. And even curses have rules. I can only lose control of myself in some situations."

"Extreme hunger will make me feel unhappy, and if someone makes me unhappy, it will also cause me to feel unbearable hunger, and if he dares to turn his back to me, it will be harder for me to control myself. Powerful The flesh and smell of living things will make me unable to control my appetite, the full moon will force the curse in my body to activate, and being in a forest environment will make me want to transform even more. In areas where direct sunlight is not available, the extreme pain will also make me. I forcefully transformed."

The girl frowned, unable to believe that there were so many taboos. These things were not written in Bracola's monster manual.

Clayton didn't wait for her to speak, so he comforted: "Don't worry, as long as no one takes the initiative to mess with me, nothing will happen. A little pain will not matter, otherwise my dentist should be dead at this moment. But he is still alive It’s fine, and I have to run an hour every morning to work at the clinic in St. Mellon Parish.”

Donna burst out laughing.