Chapter 247: Mourning Cross

Donna was relieved to know that Clayton wasn't angry at her previous display of fear, and she felt courage welling up within her.

"What about Barbara?"

Clayton frowned: "That's my fault. I won't let her be so close to you again."

That vampire really couldn't control his habits.

Vampires are cursed people, and the type of curse on them is one that even other dark descendants are unwilling to describe as "blessed." If werewolves are beasts that coexist with curses, then vampires are all made of curses, even their souls. They are also distorted and assimilated, so they accept their "nature" more quickly.

At this point, Donna should have understood what he meant.

Donna looked at her toes, trying to regain the courage she had finally found in exchange for a chance to speak.

She did understand things that Clayton didn't mention directly, but she also remembered how serious Barbara was in seeking knowledge and learning calligraphy in front of her, and how she risked her life to save her life.

Even if the other party has bad records, she can't let go of these memories easily. After all, Barbara has never treated her badly.

"No. I guess I just need to get used to it," she said with difficulty.

Clayton looked back and understood what decision she had made: "If you are happy, I won't stop you, but you know you have to be careful, and don't tell your mother about this." He used Stress emphasizes the last sentence.

"Of course." The girl raised her hand and swore solemnly: "If she knew that I stayed voluntarily, she would definitely want me to look good."

They reached an agreement on their attitude towards guarding against Cuitis. Clayton had never felt that Donna was his relative like this at this moment. He nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, you can tell me now, where is your mother? You don't have to hide this from me."

Donna looked a little embarrassed.

"She really went to school, that's what she told me herself."

"Just no address?"

"No, she doesn't seem to want me to find her, but there is no one at home, so she asked me to come to you."

This abnormal phenomenon made Clayton suddenly sensitive:

"Then does she know you go to school in Bracola?"

Donna shook her head: "She didn't know the name, but she knew that I had the talent of a wizard, and that someone was secretly teaching me magic, so she asked me to leave the grammar school."

"If she refuses to let you know, and even takes the risk of letting you come to see me alone, then she has probably returned to the church and been reborn." Clayton made a judgment almost without thinking, and then smiled naturally. “We are so blessed to have a priesthood as a family.”

Donna denied it again, but to his first point.

"No, mother asked Uncle Polly to send it to me, but I got rid of him."

Clayton stopped suddenly and turned to look at her.

"Why are you taking such a useless risk?"

Donna scratched the back of her left hand uncomfortably, and the lantern swayed back and forth, as if the light was about to go out at any moment: "He is pursuing mom, but I don't like him, and I can't stand him appearing next to me."

Clayton immediately walked to a position alongside her, put his arm on her shoulder and continued walking forward.

"Then what does your mother think of him?" he asked eagerly.

Although she had never been in love, Donna could clearly feel that there was no jealousy in Clayton's tone, but pure curiosity and something similar to gloating.

"She didn't say no," Donna said.

Clayton was obviously surprised by this situation: "Huh? But I remember that Polly had a lot of pockmarks on his face."

The girl added: "There are still a lot of warts now, it's really disgusting."

Clayton couldn't help but think about what would make this narcissist make such a big change. At first, this woman felt that no one in the world was worthy of her appearance, until Wu Lun appeared, and she was only a normal person in front of Wu Lun. How could someone like her be willing to marry an ugly person?

Has she been cured?

This question was rejected by Clayton the moment it popped up.

That woman will not feel that there is something wrong with herself. If something bad happens to her, then the only problem is the world.

Can Cuitis compromise, unless it is for Donna?

"Did you encounter any problems in your life in Batnu?" he asked, his voice getting colder.

Donna's breathing slowed, and she felt a gust of cold wind, the embodiment of fear, blowing down her back and making her shiver again.

"My mother said that land rents have dropped again because more and more people are going to the city and no one wants to stay in Batnu to farm."

Land rents were falling, and Clayton knew it.

But he never thought that the situation was so serious that Cuitis had to make such a sacrifice, but she didn't ask him for help.

Clayton waved his hand angrily and made a sound like a blunt instrument breaking through the air: "Ridiculous! Does she think I am a stranger? Am I going to stand by while my brother's wife and daughter are in poverty? When you encounter difficulties, She never mentioned my name once?"

Behind him, Donna shrank back in fear, the elbow just scratched her face.

"I suggested to her that if we were short of money, maybe we could borrow some from you. After all, you have been funding us, but she didn't want to. This may be because you have had unpleasant experiences, and she has never been happy to mention you before."

"I knew she was still struggling with that!" Clayton yelled angrily, loud enough to wake up people in the houses on both sides of the street, and the dogs in those yards barked endlessly.

"Which thing?"

Donna asked Clayton, feeling like she was the only one left in the dark.

"It's a small thing. I did everything I should do. Even if Ulun knew about it, he would just clap and applaud." Clayton waved his hand: "But that incident made her think that I was questioning her love for Ulun. , but that’s bullshit, it’s all bullshit. Like you, she sometimes overestimates herself. If she had seen that scene, maybe you wouldn’t be here now.”

Donna was not unhappy because of the derogatory words, she just asked: "So what is it?"

Clayton was walking faster and faster, and she had to take long strides to keep up.

"Your mother didn't tell you?"

"She wouldn't tell me anything."

"Then I won't say it either."

Donna's fear of werewolves was replaced by annoyance: "It's because you don't speak clearly that things will worsen step by step!"

Clayton was silent for a moment, and the frequency of his steps returned to normal.

"We will discuss this matter when we get back. Now that we are at the place, please don't take the initiative to speak for a while."

He stopped, facing the priesthood mansion where the windows were still shining with light, stepped up the steps and knocked on the door, and then waited for Louis to open the door.

Donna finally calmed down, but deep down she kept thinking about how to get her uncle to tell everything.

After a while, the door opened.

Louis looked out warily, and after seeing the two of them alone, he stepped aside and invited them in.

The priest's house was simpler than any house they had ever seen. The werewolf did not smell any smell of wine or tobacco here, but only the same scent of incense as in the church. Donna subconsciously looked at the location of the coat rack. There was a coat on it that didn't match Louis' size, and it looked like it had been dusted, but there was no one else here.

She thought about it and realized that it was a relic of the deceased.

"I don't remember inviting you. Why are you coming to me so late?" Louis glanced at the girl, then turned to Clayton, his voice was tired and slow: "I don't think you took your daughter to fight. A habit of killing?"

Clayton held his hat in his hand and pressed it against his chest to prevent the boredom of the priesthood from making him vomit.

"Never, don't worry. This child has not inherited my blood. She is just a human with excessive curiosity. When we communicate, we can treat her as if she does not exist."

He took out the cross dug out of the swamp and handed it to Louis.

The Priest took over the simple cross, with a flash of surprise in his eyes after seeing the numbers on the top of the cross.

"What do you want to know?"

"I wanted to know what this special cross represented. I knew it was not the usual cross used to pray and bless the dead. It was too simple."

Lewis didn't look at it anymore and handed it back to Clayton.

"This is a mourning cross, a blessing cross made for the unknown dead."

Clayton didn't answer: "Then what do the numbers above mean?"

"The number representing the deceased."

Louis stuffed the cross directly into his pocket and sat back at the dining table, where there was still an uneaten bowl of porridge. "It says 43, which means this is the 43rd unknown corpse that has been found. In the past, after plagues and wars, mourning crosses on the roadside would flourish like wild flowers."

"I found it in the swamp." Clayton took the initiative to mention it, because the priesthood was obviously not interested in this. If he didn't speak, the other party wouldn't ask questions. "We suspect that the treasure Mr. Schmidt is looking for is under there, and it may be accompanied by some kind of power that extends from ancient times. It may cast a curse on people without knowing it."

The priest sighed: "We have rumors of recorded treasures, but if the records are true, that treasure, or what is considered a treasure, had been excavated long before the ancestors of the local residents decided to settle. Church Messenger This matter should have been clarified, but no one believed it because what they wanted to see was bright gold and silver jewelry, and we found no such thing.”

"Then why are you building such a big church here? It doesn't look right for the town."

"The church is installed here to protect the remains of the saint. St. Mored, the great benefactor, is buried here."

A familiar name came up in the conversation.

St. Mored.

Marlin Street, where Clayton lives, is located in St. Mored Parish in Sacha City.