Chapter 357 The Eve of Departure

The Bello family celebrated Creation Day in the city of Sasha.

Although Saint Creation Day is a festival of the White Sect, many non-human races now also enjoy life on this day, so werewolves can also celebrate the festival with their families with peace of mind.

Because some servants took leave for the holidays, the house became deserted again.

For Clayton, this is nothing, he just enjoys the time with his loved ones.

Cuitis went to the kitchen to cook and prepare some delicious dishes. Clayton went to the wine cellar to open two new bottles of wine. Donna baked cakes and cookies. Several halls and corridors were hung with colorful paper tapes. Apart from the fact that it was a pity that Clara was not here, Clayton believed that this time the festival was almost perfect.

There is no way, even if the nun can accept the dark descendants, she cannot accept the devil.

Early on, Clayton sent gifts to a few friends or acquaintances, and he himself received gifts from unexpected people.

Joe Money sent a flintlock pistol, which he shipped separately in parts so that the post office would not refuse to hand over the weapon.

Marietta's gift was a pair of playing cards with copper edges. In order to save her life, the letter also asked about the value of the medicines used on her body and promised to compensate the green-haired gentleman.

Barbara came to visit and delivered a box of beautiful metal buttons. She also invited him and Donna to attend Perot's funeral later. Based on his previous promise, Clayton agreed to go and hoped that she would no longer worry about his separation. About the corpse.

In addition, a young man named Hunstone sent a 20-pound note through Galeed's relationship. It turned out to be the werewolf that Clayton had sent to the Presbyterian Church. He has now recovered and is working for the Presbyterian Church. Since he couldn't think of a gift to give and didn't know where Clayton lived, he could only ask Galeed to hand over cash.

If the above four are fairly understandable, then Des Jonrad's gift is a bit puzzling. He doesn't remember how deep his friendship with the other person is.

The elder's gift was delivered in the evening. Clayton opened the gift box in the study and found a thick book inside.

"The Essence of Master Feilongbao's Swordsmanship"

He flipped through two pages and found that the content contained some very profound swordsmanship skills, but the words were obscure and difficult to decipher. The paper used as the carrier is tough parchment, but its previous owners have not looked through the book very much. The color of the paper is still as white as when it was just produced. According to the signs of aging on the outermost cover, he It can be judged that this is an ancient book with a history of three to four hundred years.

After closing the book, there was a note stuck at the bottom with a message from Elder Dais.

"I like your gift, and here is the reward, but you'd better go and see the gift I gave you before."

Of course, Clayton had not personally given anything to the old man, but he quickly realized what the "gift" the elder was talking about was.

The body of a giant Pan.

What they hunted in the fairyland is definitely a rare collection in this world.

The value of this book may be unusual in being considered a reward by Elder Dyce.

As for the "previous gift", Clayton remembered that Elder Dais did leave something for himself at Dongsen Bank, but he did not say what it was. He didn't have time to pick it up at first, but then he was busy with other affairs, so he put the matter of receiving the gift on hold.

Maybe he should find time to pick up that thing next.

Clayton reopened the book and tried to re-evaluate the value of the book, but he did not expect that there was already an expert beside him.

"A gift? Your friend is really powerful." Cuitisi also came to the study room with the door open. She looked at the thick cover with gold fonts, and her eyes showed a bit of nostalgia.

"The Essence of Master Swordsmanship of Feilongbao. The authors of this book are four swordsmanship masters hundreds of years ago. Their names are still legends today."

"How much is it worth?"

"It depends on the preference of the collector. My father also had a copy, no, just half a copy. But he was always proud of it."

Earl Finnamo is a border noble, and his ancestors started their careers with martial arts. Even though we no longer rely too much on personal force in this era, the old Earl is still enthusiastic about anything that can highlight the family's martial arts.

Clayton spread the book flat on the table: "Would the Earl of Finnamo like it now?"

"He doesn't like stuff like this."

"That's such a shame. I was still thinking that if this was given as a gift, it might ease the relationship between you."

Cuitisi shook her head. She no longer had any obsession with reconciling with her past family members: "Don't think so, just keep it. If you look at it more often, you may be able to feel the power of the Secret Blade. ”

"Can this book spread secrets?" Clayton picked up the book again and checked it.

Seeing his eager look, Cuitisi couldn't help laughing: "This is not the original, it's just a printed copy. If you want to obtain the power of the secret, you still need to temper your body all the time, hoping to be able to link to the secret."

"So how does the secret transmission spread? I have asked many people this question, but no one can explain it clearly." Clayton asked curiously.

"In this way, you can understand it as a beneficial infectious disease - at least the Blade Secret is." Tritis said: "People with the Secret can infect other people, but there are certain restrictions. It requires communicators. There must be a certain similarity with the recipient.”

She raised her left hand, then her right hand, and then put her hands together.

"Like this, if I had ink on my left hand, now my right hand would naturally be black as well, just like printing."

Clayton frowned: "So you can't spread the secret power to me?" He and Tritis are obviously completely different.

"If you're more like me than Donna, there's no telling."

"Donna didn't get the secret power either?"

"I have no idea."

Cuitisi put down her hands: "I just used printing as an example to let you understand this quickly. The operation of esotericism is much more complicated than printing. Its standards vary from person to person. Similar emotions, behaviors, bloodlines, and health conditions It may be a channel to connect with people. There are many ways to spread it, but the success rate of spread is just the opposite.”

"It is invisible and has no quality, nor can it directly strengthen the human body. Only the holder of the Secret Technique can discover its existence if he is determined to break through himself. Taking the Blade Secret Technique as an example, if a person possesses the Blade Secret Technique, but engages in it all his life If he has a clerical job and never exercises, then he will never realize that he still has such a magical power in his body until he dies."

"There is only one way to definitely obtain the Secret Blade."

"Find a person with a secret knowledge of the blade, ask him about a life-and-death duel, and then survive and become the winner."

Clayton leaned back in his chair. The delivery reminded him of the war.

"It sounds like I should have the secret knowledge now." He said uncertainly. He had killed many people, so the probability of obtaining the secret knowledge should be very high.

"Times have changed, Kerry. Killings with muskets do not count. People are knocked down before they have the desire to fight. This is meaningless. There are not many strong people who can leave secret seeds on dead things, so now There are fewer and fewer extraordinary people with the secret sword. If ordinary people want to verify whether they have the secret knowledge, they must pass some tests. I think you have heard about the relevant records and rumors. "

Clayton had indeed heard of many such things. In the past, some areas had a custom that seemed quite barbaric today. Residents would give the title and honor of a warrior to the most powerful person. If you wanted to get this status, you would You need to pass a trial, which often involves climbing a cliff with bare hands, swimming across a river, or directly fighting a beast.

For the sake of caring for life, this is indeed barbaric, but it is the most direct way to screen extraordinary people.

If you can do it, then you have probably mastered the secret power. If you can't do it, you have probably mastered the secret power.

"I probably know what you are thinking, but time has passed, and those old methods have been abandoned. We now use the wrong way to verify the existence of the secret. It is the special ability of the secret, and it is also a test of the secret. The price of not being able to reproduce the wrong path is only small-scale permanent damage.”

"Most of the paths will destroy and reconstruct themselves. For example, if I want to strengthen my bones, I need to crack them first, and then slowly consume metal powder. Depending on the differences in each person's physique, This process can take months or even years to allow the metal to be incorporated into the growing bone."

Cuitisi took off her sunglasses, her pink eyes flashing: "This is the compound path, which comes from the influence of external forces on the Secret Blade. With these eyes, I can see some things that ordinary people can't see, and I can react faster." , but I can’t increase its power alone.”

"The stronger the power of secrets, the easier it is to practice the wrong path. Therefore, many extraordinary people are unwilling to go astray very early. This means long-term pain and a lot of time spent, and even if they endure it, they may not be able to achieve anything. The strength to be ahead of their peers, but when they really need strength, it’s too late to go astray.”

Cuitisi's explanation was concise and clear. Clayton stroked his chin beard and listened carefully.

It wasn't until she said those last words that he suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

"You can say that? You sound like an old man."

Cuitis coughed and put on her sunglasses again: "I just quoted the teachings of a bishop. Your wording is too impolite."

"I don't care about him. Alas, I just think that I may never know whether I have a secret for the rest of my life." Clayton said regretfully that the werewolf itself has extraordinary recovery ability and physical strength, and there is simply no way to do it. Make a distinction.

"Don't feel sorry. It may be a good thing not to have a secret. Just like the curse on you, the secret also has a price."

"Can it be stronger than a curse?"

"Maybe." Cuitis whispered: "Those inheritors of the blade who have eliminated their own pain will become cruel and lose empathy for other people. I think this is much scarier than werewolves."

She looked at Clayton carefully, her concentration making even the werewolf feel uncomfortable.

"Don't be like that."

"You think too much." Clayton didn't want to continue this topic. He opened the drawer, took out a small sleeve crossbow that shone with silver light, and pushed it to the drawer together with two small wooden barrels containing crossbow arrows made of different materials. Tritis. "This is my gift to you. It took me a lot of time to make the matching crossbow arrows. So get it quickly and don't let the little one see it, otherwise she will pester me to get another set."

Cuitis held the crossbow and looked at it: "This seems to be the equipment of the demon hunter. The knights prefer to use silver bullets and silver-plated swords to deal with dark descendants. Only they can make this kind of crossbow that shoots silver crossbows. Where did you get it?"

"A self-defense incident," Clayton said.

The nun didn't delve any further. She neatly put the weapon into her bag.

"Can you use weapons?" Clayton suddenly remembered this.

"When I was a child, I didn't have toys. I only read the books I could find at home. Including this one." Cuitis said, pointing her chin towards the "Essence of Swordsmanship of Master Feilongbao" on the table.

Clayton was still worried: "Maybe we should practice fighting again."

"No need, I will receive strict combat training in the Knights." Cuitis looked at his worried face, but she smiled calmly. "Today is a holiday, just let me take it easy."

"Okay, then it's your turn to give me a gift."

Cuitis did not refuse, she took out a bunch of keys and gave them to Clayton, as if she had been prepared.

This is the key to the old house of Patnu.

"You're not going home?" Clayton's voice was a little dry. He couldn't imagine no one in his old home. The house is lifeless and does not bleed, but if everyone abandons it, it dies.

"I have a spare key, silly."

Clayton quickly put the keys away silently.

Cuitisi's eyes glanced around the pile of gifts on the table: "Are you still in contact with those previous girlfriends?"

"No, I have repented."

The nun nodded with relief: "That's good. It's not moral to fall in love with a married woman. Are you looking for other girlfriends in the future?"

"I found someone a few years ago, and I thought I would marry her, but she has left me now." Clayton sighed: "I said that I think sculptures are more expressive than oil paintings because sculptures are three-dimensional. , and the oil painting was flat, so she broke up with me immediately.”

"I didn't expect her attitude to be so intense, maybe because she studied painting." Clayton, who studied sculpture, lamented.

"You are such a fool." Cuitisi also sighed.

"You can't blame me for this. She could have found enough reasons to refute my opinion first, and maybe I would change my mind."

Cuitis smiled and shook her head: she turned around to leave. When she got to the door, Clayton called out again behind her.

"Treatise."

She turned around at the door. The leisurely look on Clayton's face had disappeared. He stood up from behind the desk and looked at her worriedly.

"Stay here, Donna still needs you."

Cuitisi shook her head: "I no longer have the ability to teach her. Next is your task."

Clayton stared closely at Cuitis, his pupils shrinking repeatedly in the center of his yellow eyes: "Then there is no need to go to the church to practice asceticism. I don't know how fierce the battle between you and the heretics is, but the conflict will always kill people. I deeply understand that If you know this, you might lose your life!"

Cuitis sighed and walked back: "Dear Kerry, you know what kind of person I am. I never wait for something good to happen to me, because nothing like this has ever happened before. Now that I have a great opportunity to help my family, there is no way I would just give it up and going back to church is not a chore for me because of my faith and I am enjoying it. "

"Clayton, I know you don't believe in Heavenly Father, but please respect my faith."

She spoke sincerely, and Clayton knew he could no longer stop her, so he could only sigh and nod.

"Well, no matter when you come back, I will leave you a room in my house."

"I will stay for two more days. You don't need to say these words so early." Cuitis held her forehead again and sighed slightly: "Kerry, Kerry, I know what the werewolf curse means, the curse. The power is very powerful, but you still have to learn to control yourself.”

"Even if it's for power, you have to learn to do this. Suppress your desires, learn to be patient, and don't let desires engulf you. This will have serious consequences."

"Yes, I know how terrible this is." Clayton said sincerely: "In order to satisfy her own desires, a girl followed my brother and walked two kilometers to my house to take shelter from the rain. When she entered the house I’m already soaked, and I haven’t escaped any raindrops at all. This is the result of not learning to be patient.”

Cuitisi was silent for a moment.

"I can bear it, but I can't bear it." She said with difficulty.