The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 541 A Rare Good Ending
Donna looked at Clayton with a wronged expression; it seemed like they only ever talked about these kinds of family topics in the study.

Because of her frequent visits, a second chair was always kept in the study, but she was not sitting there now; instead, she was standing to the side of Clayton.

This time, her outpouring was different from the last time Clayton picked her up from school. While she was complaining, she initially seemed to be feigning helplessness, but the more she talked, the more she wanted to cry.

Right now, her eyes are already red.

Clayton sighed and gestured for her to move her chair over and sit next to him.

“Honey, I can’t guarantee that everything will be resolved, but I will definitely resolve what I can.”

He pointed to what he had just written: "Look, this letter is for your mother. I will send some more money and other helpful things, and I guarantee her letter will arrive in the next couple of days. Believe me, she is safer than you think. The army doesn't deploy women as the main fighting force; they don't recruit female soldiers. She's just assisting the Hospitaller's reserve force; her job is similar to that of a nurse."

Donna wiped her eyes: "But isn't Miss Mary Etta the sheriff?"

Clayton paused for a moment: "The sheriff is just a civilian armed force that cooperates with the government, and there are no gender restrictions. Moreover, her father was an honorary knight of the royal family, which is a very respectable status. Even though he has passed away, he can still help his daughter to some extent."

He quickly moved on from that example and brought up another one.

He told Donna that her father, Ullen, had been lukewarm towards Tritice's advances in the early days because he suspected she was just another woman who coveted his beauty. He said she looked like a high-society lady when she was young, which didn't fit her rural life, and that she was ambitious even in the convent. He felt she was looking for a lover rather than a marriage partner.

Furthermore, Donna's grandparents did not approve of the relationship, as they did not want to cause trouble with the church.

Then one day, when Ulun was herding cattle, one of the calves suddenly sprained its leg. Triss was out shopping for the monastery that day and took the opportunity to visit him. Seeing the situation, she took the initiative to carry the calf on her back and accompany him to the pasture.

It's worth mentioning that this calf weighs approximately 170 pounds.

Tristis's actions changed Uren's opinion of her from then on.

“That day I went to his room to ask him to go hunting, and I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, his face red from his forehead to his ears, holding a wild rose he had picked from who-knows-where in his hand. He was staring at the ground, but his hands were gently plucking off the small, red petals one by one and putting them into his mouth to chew. I knew at once that my brother had fallen in love.”

“He noticed me come in, looked up, and told me he was going to marry Tritice. I still remember what he said—'Krey, she’s a savage!' and how surprised and happy he looked.”

Hearing this, even Donna couldn't help but laugh at the father she had never met.

Unfortunately, Clayton did not pursue further studies in this topic.

“I may have gone a bit off-topic, but now you should know that she’s not someone to mess with. As for myself, I dare say I would never make a move unless someone comes to offend me. ‘Temperance,’ I’ve got it in mind, and the werewolf curse might not be as insane as it seems.”

Clayton cited examples he encountered in Weaudi, noting that there were quite a few Coniones who retained their sanity.

"Are they better than you?" The smile faded from his niece's face.

“Aside from those over a hundred years old, there are probably only five werewolves around my age, maybe two or three a little stronger than me, but they are all over sixty years old, I can smell it.”

Donna shook her head, then resumed her serious expression: "You're a better werewolf than all of them, which is why you need to be extra careful."

Clayton was flattered by her praise.

“I’ll keep an eye on it. As for the rest, perhaps that’s something you should decide for yourself—what you’re willing to give up and what you’re willing to stick with.” Clayton brought the ink to his eyes, preparing to fill the pen’s ink sac.

Donna took a deep breath, stretched out her right hand, clenched her fist tightly, and told Clayton that she had her own answer.

"No, I want them all!"

She has to attend two schools, make a group of friends, learn combat skills, prepare the gift she promised last year, teach Clara and Joseph, and take care of and supervise Clayton.

At the same time, she also wanted to relax a bit.

Clayton looked up in surprise: "Darling, you're such a little freak."

“After all, my mother is a savage, my father is an angel, and my uncle is a werewolf, so how good can I be?” Donna pouted innocently.

Are you still sad?

"I'm so heartbroken!"

Clayton slapped his thigh, a slap that carried a deeper meaning.

"You really are..." He grumbled and looked to the other side, as if waiting for someone to give him advice, but there was nothing there, so he could only turn back dejectedly.

But after only a few seconds, he rolled his eyes, and his expression changed again, becoming mysterious and happy.

"In fact, there is a way to balance hard work and relaxation. It's a wonderful game that everyone who has played it laughs out loud. Many fathers know this trick."

He stood up and squeezed out of his chair: "Come with me, let's go to the garden."

Donna was both surprised and curious, and hurriedly followed.

Thanks to the suburbs, the Bellow family's new house has a large back garden that stretches as far as the eye can see from the back door. They can practice fighting, running, and shooting there.

Because of Clayton's habits, the garden was a place where servants were forbidden to enter.

There was no gardener to take care of it; Clayton himself was in charge. As a result, the areas he couldn't see from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor were a mess, with vegetation that was either too dense or too sparse.

They walked to an open space and stopped.

"How do you play this game?" Donna asked. She noticed Clayton starting to roll up his sleeves and thought it was some kind of necessary condition, so she did it too. As a result, when Clayton rushed over, she didn't have time to dodge.

"Let's play like this!"

Clayton swept her up in his arms and swung her upwards with his strong, powerful arms.

He tossed Donna into the air.

The sudden movement nearly stopped Donna's heart. She stared at the sky drawing ever closer, frantically waving her arms and legs in the air, but couldn't reach even a single thing to hold onto. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The screams were loud, but they didn't attract even a single person's attention.

The servants were already used to the noise Clayton would make when he tapped Donna during practice matches.

After reaching the highest point, Donna began to fall. The sound of the wind in her ears and the fear of falling made her try her best to flip over while raising her hands to protect the back of her head.

Of course, Clayton wouldn't let her fall to the ground—but he also wouldn't let her stand on the ground.

She was tossed into the air once again, this time facing the ground, where she could clearly see everything shrinking, including Clayton's hateful, smug smile.

But her screams continued.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

Clayton repeated the process more than ten times before finally putting Donna down. By then, she was trembling all over and her legs were weak. She couldn't stand up on her own without holding onto Clayton's arm.

"I bet you've started to love life now."

Donna glared at him, panting heavily.

Once she regained some of her ability to speak in longer sentences, she immediately answered Clayton.

"I don't want things that will cause me stress in the future, but right now I want to duel you!"

He said everyone who played it laughed heartily, but in the end, he was the only one playing it.

Her excited mind made time seem to stretch out as she observed; she felt as if she had endured at least an hour of torment in the air.

Clayton marveled at her attitude: "It's so strange. Kids under five love playing this. Clara and I have played it too, and she always laughs nonstop in the air. Hmm, maybe growing up changes things. I used to think most fathers gave up the game after their kids grew up because they were too tired, but now it seems there are other reasons."

Donna is simply amazing.

Fortunately, Clayton was reliable in other respects. He helped her to a nearby old swing chair, settled her on it, and then leaned against a big tree.

After waiting a while, Donna recovered and was shocked to find that it really worked.

She really no longer felt the pressure.

The fear and pressure she felt about the future dissipated at a certain moment, replaced by an urgent sense of crisis—being adrift in the air with nowhere to rely on and plummeting rapidly. But this crisis was illusory, so when it all ended and she came to her senses, all the gloom in her mind was gone.

"My God, it actually worked!" She stood up excitedly. "I don't feel any pressure anymore. It's like covering up debts by falsifying accounts!"

“This is not a good example,” Clayton said, leaning against the tree.

Donna spun around on the spot, moved her legs incredulously, and casually switched between a few different dance steps, feeling incredibly agile: "I've never felt this good since leaving Bartnu. I can forgive anyone and anything now."

Clayton looked relieved.

"That's wonderful! I was just about to tell you something, and I was afraid you wouldn't forgive me."

"Please say."

"I have a duel the day after tomorrow, and I may never return. Although I have kept a written record of my will, I am afraid that its meaning will be distorted when it is passed on, so I want to tell you something directly—actually, in addition to the assets on the books, I have secretly hidden some gold, and it is still here."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Donna yelled, silencing him completely.

The joyful mood vanished, and anger and dizziness returned to her mind once more.

"This won't do, this is unforgivable! And why are you going to duel again? How long has it been since you dueled that guy named George Silver?!"

"This time it's a duel with his father. It's not to satisfy the bloodlust instilled in me by the curse, but to finish what I started. I could refuse him, I don't mind being a coward, but how cruel it would be to deprive an old man who has lost his son of the chance to take revenge with his own hands!"

"Are you going to fight his mother again next time?" Donna walked up to him and angrily questioned him.

“It’s not that exaggerated,” Clayton sighed. “But besides that reason, I’m also worried that if we deprive him of his only legitimate chance for revenge, it might drive him to take illegal paths, and then it will be much harder to deal with him.”

Donna stared into his eyes without blinking, her chest heaving, but she didn't say anything more in protest.

“I’ll take that as agreement,” Clayton said. “Now listen carefully, my gold is right here.”

"Is it absolutely necessary to say this?"

“I have to say this.” Clayton patted her shoulder. “You’re a girl. If I die, due to the limited inheritance laws in our country, you can only get two percent of my estate at most. The rest will have to go to one of your distant male relatives. Miss Etta lost most of her father’s estate because of this.”

“I don’t care about the money if you die!” Donna bit her lip. “Don’t tell me where the gold is. I only take money from you. If you care about me, come back alive.”

After saying that, she turned around and strode back the way she came.

After taking only a few steps, she turned around, looked at Clayton standing there, strode back, grabbed his hand, and pulled him back again.

“See, sometimes having a child has a lot of advantages,” Clayton thought to himself.

Her strength and care brought him joy.

"When we get back, I'm going to pinch Joseph's cheeks really hard," Donna said sullenly from the front.

"Is this some kind of revenge against me? That would be too cruel."

"No, it's just that he bet me you could make me happy, and you didn't!"