Chapter 297 The King and the Bishop

"Up, up! My heart is here!"

There were shouts from time to time on the training ground, but no one was attracted by the noises. Everyone was doing their own thing, so Clayton and Donna could show off their skills on this land.

Clayton only had a five-foot-long stick and fought against the spearman Donna with his bare upper body.

He used black paint to mark the location of the subcutaneous organs at different locations on his body, and drew circles to make it easier for the recruit to attack the vital points, and asked her to stab these circles desperately, but Donna missed frequently - she still couldn't accept that she had to stab her loved ones in the vital points in the first fighting class.

Donna finally put on the trousers she had been thinking about, but she was not happy for long. As more wounds appeared on Clayton's skin, her previous enthusiasm also faded a little. She began to shrink back and dared not to attack, and the deepest wound she created was only an inch deep.

Fortunately, Clayton was a good instructor, and he was very good at arousing the enthusiasm of the students.

He stepped forward and stabbed her left rib, causing her to step back a few steps and even drop her weapon to the ground.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go back and lie down for a while?"

"No need!" The girl said angrily, holding her ribs, and the pain directly aroused her anger.

She hesitated because she couldn't bear to do it, but Clayton had no such concerns. This unequal attitude made her feel very wronged.

Clayton took two steps forward and opened his arms, saying triumphantly: "Ha, you are not afraid of my death, are you? You are afraid of death in a place where you can't die. Do you have the same family blood as me? I'm starting to doubt it."

Donna's eyes widened: "You will know in a while!"

This sentence suddenly made her give up her pity. She picked up the spear again and stabbed again, finally stabbing the tip of the spear into the circle marked "heart" on Clayton's chest for more than an inch, but because of the height angle, it was stuck in Clayton's ribs.

Although it was still considered a failure, this attitude made Clayton laugh happily, and then pulled out the spear and ordered her to stab again.

This kind of warm-up exercise made the werewolf very excited. He gradually forgot about other unpleasant things and devoted himself to this "training game".

Donna was also gradually getting familiar with the weight and length of the weapon. After an hour, she could stab Clayton's vital points every time. Even if Clayton dodged at the speed of an ordinary person, it would be difficult to dodge. This talent was extraordinary among his peers, which made Clayton feel sincerely surprised.

In return for this surprise, Clayton increased the difficulty.

He swung the short stick and blocked the spear with the same force as Donna, so that Donna could get used to the feeling of the collision of weapons.

As the collision sound became more and more, the atmosphere in the school field began to become lively.

As the girl's stab to the heart was easily blocked by him again, he shouted: "The footsteps are wrong, try to coordinate your footsteps with the stabs, so that your stabs can be faster and stronger."

Donna followed his advice and stabbed him with blood.

So the difficulty was increased again. Clayton began to slap her arm with the short stick in his hand while dodging, causing a lot of bruises, but Donna's spear could keep up with his speed and could pierce the spear three inches deep into his body.

Clara, who was watching the game on the side, treated them equally and cheered no matter who was beaten.

In the game, they gradually forgot the time until one side was exhausted and stopped.

And this side was definitely not a werewolf.

"Don't knock, I don't have any strength." Donna threw away the spear and sat on the ground. Her anger and physical strength were exhausted. She didn't get up even if Clayton poked her head with a stick.

Clayton had tasted the fun of being an educator and was still unsatisfied at the moment, but when he saw her panting, he had to stop in dismay.

He sat down opposite her and looked at her carefully. He liked her more and more. He hoped that if he had children in the future, they would be as good as Uren's children.

"You know what? If you have a spear in your hand now, it's no problem to deal with ordinary beasts."

"Really? I just feel pain all over my body."

Donna supported herself with her hands and retched twice before she had time to look at the injuries on herself and Clayton.

The power of the fairyland made their recovery ability reach an incredible level. The bruises on her arms were visibly fading, and the many puncture wounds on Clayton's upper body were squirming and shrinking, like a baby's mouth for feeding - to be honest, it was a bit disgusting.

She retched again.

Clayton didn't notice her eyes, he was planning the next class.

"After a while, we can practice with short sticks or swords, and these experiences can be applied to canes after we go back."

Donna raised her head: "Then why do we practice with spears first?"

"Because here, spears are still the simplest and most efficient weapons. Even a girl can drive back a lion as long as she uses spears well."

While speaking, Clayton suddenly saw two strange figures outside the parade ground. He grabbed the spear and stood up, and Donna immediately stood up with him. She turned around and followed his line of sight to see two figures standing at the entrance of the parade ground.

They were two young-looking people, a man and a woman, who didn't look very similar, but their temperaments were very similar.

They stepped forward and saluted respectfully to the uncle and nephew of Belle.

"I am your highness's personal maid." The woman said.

"I am His Highness's personal servant," the man said.

They held out their hands, and Donna didn't know what they were going to do yet, but Clayton was already throwing the spear into the footman's arms as if he were a king, and she did the same.

"We have one more thing to inform Your Majesty and Your Highness. Your Majesty and Your Highness are not allowed to leave this country during their term of office." They said in unison.

"Why?" Donna asked.

"A ruler should not leave his land. He must always keep an eye on his people. This is the duty of a king."

Clayton smiled and shook his head, refusing to follow them and letting them leave.

"So...we have servants now?" Donna asked uncertainly.

"That's Edwards' servant, not ours. Ours will have to wait."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Talk to Padre Lewis." Clayton stretched.

Now that more than half a day has passed since they arrived in this country, it's time for the Archbishop to find out something from the locals.

He put on his clothes and walked onto the street with Donna, and then he saw the queue that was so crowded that it filled several streets. It seemed that after the celebration of the new king's enthronement, everyone was attracted by the same reason and chose to stay here. Come down.

Clayton asked one of his subjects and found out that the new archbishop had borrowed a room to open a confessional, and now everyone was preparing to confess to him.

Knowing that there were so many people with such devout beliefs and determination to repent slightly shook his speculation about the origins of the locals, but it also aroused his curiosity to a greater extent.

Clayton thought for a while and decided to wait until they finished this matter before looking for Lewis. Perhaps these locals could reveal more information when they confessed.

No one in Wonderland needed to eat, so he, Donna, and Clara waited for several hours before the line was exhausted.

They walked into the house, and Donna yawned several times. The priest behind the wall heard the voice and reminded them: "One at a time."

Clayton closed the door and pulled down the latch: "Fuck them one at a time, I'm the king."

The priesthood was silent.

"Okay, this is just a joke, we came here to ask you what you found out."

"I didn't ask for anything," said Louis.

"There are so many people coming to you to confess, don't tell me you don't know anything. They always said they had done something bad, right?"

"The content of the confession cannot be revealed. I need to keep it secret from the believers."

"I learned from the local man named Edwards that the time they entered Wonderland was not a good one. I know that some of them must have been driven into Wonderland by the church's heretical tribunal. Even believers Not really. Maybe you can reveal what they said."

"Mr. Bello!" The priest behind the wall raised his voice and called out the werewolf's real surname: "People tell me their stories not so that I can share them with more people. Even if this has nothing to do with doctrine, it is also about morality. You Such contemptuous thoughts should not be taken as normal!”

Clayton couldn't figure out why he was angry, since he had already celebrated a Black Mass.

To commit such a serious crime and still demand oneself as a formal priesthood seems a bit redundant in the eyes of the werewolf. But he still explained the reason to the priesthood: "If we want to return to the real world, we must cooperate with the locals, but I am not sure whether they are reliable."

A sigh came from behind the wall: "I can only tell you that no matter who they were in the past, their thoughts of repenting now are sincere."

Clayton nodded: "After all, the way they resisted the corruption of the fairyland was to give themselves to the devil to be eaten. They were eaten by the devil with too many desires and emotions, and they became stoic people. Now that I think about it, I used to be so boring. It’s natural to work hard for something.”

There was silence again behind the wall.

"Stop talking." Donna quietly tugged on Clayton's arm.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Just think that we are here to invite you for a walk. We are not familiar with this town yet and can explore it together, and even in the outside world, the king and the bishop It’s common sense to get too close, please come out.”

The priest did not refuse this time, and he came out of the small door in the corner with a tired look.

"Let's go." He said insincerely, "I also want to appreciate this place."

The Corrupted Priesthood, witches, werewolves, and imps gathered together, and they planned to walk slowly around the town so that they would have enough time to discuss what they needed to discuss.