The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 563 The Legacy of the Bello Family
Clayton and Mr. Melcher came together.

The reason for this was that Clayton had stayed overnight at Mr. Melcher's house the night before, and the school's messenger did not deliver the letter to him personally, but still brought the notice.

The school's notice was unsettling, and guardians entered the school with either worry or displeasure. Mr. Melcher was also deeply concerned.

Clayton stood out because he seemed too comfortable among them.

However, what is even more striking is his height and appearance.

Without his beard, his handsome features lost their imposing air, regaining the tenderness and gentleness of youth. His long, black curly hair was tied into a bun and cascaded down his broad, muscular back, which even his formal attire couldn't conceal. He looked like a young nobleman from Mansis with an exotic air, and his pale complexion added a touch of mystery to his appearance.

Mr. Melcher was also handsome, but he looked quite insignificant standing next to him.

Unlike Clayton's first visit to the college during the holidays, all the students were on campus now, and if anyone saw anything new or interesting, they would quickly crowd to the windows.

One girl's face after another pressed against the glass, their excitement and curiosity almost overshadowing the fear of discovering the dead body within the school.

Once Clayton entered the building, the girls changed their perspective and crowded around the door.

Donna was almost the last to know Clayton was coming; she was busy sleeping and would have slept until the next class hadn't been woken up by Alice. Clayton's arrival thrilled her; she could finally boast about her little-known achievements, and she was especially pleased that he had shaved.

Clayton has not been in the public eye for long, but people have already asked her if her uncle is unmarried. If the prestige of the Bello family could be measured in points, that number must have increased significantly by now, which makes her proud.

The meeting lasted two hours, and judging from the relaxed expressions of the guardians as they left the room, the outcome seemed positive, with Clayton playing a crucial role in resolving the issue. As he exited, a group had formed around him, and he occasionally chatted with those nearby. Principal Catherine accompanied him, beaming.

Once everyone believed the matter was settled, the guardians requested to see their children to say goodbye. The girls were called out by the teachers to receive greetings and words of advice. Because there was little time left in the afternoon, they were allowed to skip the last class to spend time with their fathers.

Mr. Melcher and Clayton were standing together, so Donna and Alice ran in the same direction.

The teachers shook their heads when they saw their inappropriate behavior, but did not stop them.

It is forgivable for a student to act out of line in front of his father because of emotional distress after a death at school.

"Papa! Sir!" Alice was cheering for Mr. Melcher a moment ago, but then she suddenly stood at attention and saluted Clayton like a soldier, making him laugh out loud.

Mr. Melcher agreed: "Mr. Bello really acted like a lord today. He was the one who solved almost the entire security upgrade plan for the school."

“I just happen to enjoy making friends,” Clayton said modestly, then added half-jokingly, “Actually, my best plan is the first one. If I were allowed to train these girls, they could rigorously practice tactical maneuvers after meals every day, cultivate combat thinking, and appoint the intelligent ones as officers. In less than three months, we could train a fighting force that would take this fortress with at least five times the manpower. Unfortunately, Principal Catherine rejected this plan.”

“I’m not surprised at all; she was unhappy when she heard we were supposed to have enough to eat,” Alice continued playfully, which drew another round of laughter from the others.

When Melcher and his daughter began their formal conversation, Donna grabbed Clayton and dragged him aside.

"You and Mr. Melcher have become very close."

“Men make friends very quickly,” Clayton said seriously, then pointed to the back of the teaching building: “I heard those two died in the cemetery behind there, and I want to go see it now.”

Donna kept the truth she had originally planned to reveal to herself, wanting to hear how Clayton would evaluate his battle results without knowing the full story.

She led Clayton toward the cemetery. The area behind the teaching building was one that Clayton had never seen before, and he kept turning his head to look around.

Because of this observation, he casually canceled an assignment for Donna: "Guess what, you don't need to draw a map of the school anymore, because I came here myself, and I just looked at the layout of the building, so it's all in my head now."

Donna was even happier: "Great, I can sleep a little longer."

Clayton raised his hand and flicked the back of her head with his middle finger: "Young man, don't always think about sleeping. You're at an age where there's so much to be done."

Donna clutched her head and stumbled.

"My God, I've already learned everything here, and besides, Kerry, nobody expects a woman to make a living."

“I often forget you’re a girl,” Clayton apologized, but there was no remorse on his face.

"You have so many things to forget every day. Since you've already forgotten that I'm a girl, why not forget about finding me a husband too?" Donna complained. Free love is one of the most celebrated things in human history, while arranged marriages don't offer this privilege.

Clayton said sincerely, "Sometimes I forget, but I always remember when I'm doing the accounts. Your dowry is quite an expense."

Economic issues are always hard to forget.

Donna wanted to say more on the topic, but they had already reached the cemetery, where there were things that interested her more. She said nothing and stood aside to observe, letting Clayton examine the site himself.

Without any guidance, the werewolf headed straight for the woods and the border.

"The best place to land is somewhere that can conceal us and is close enough to our destination, otherwise it will increase the chances of being exposed. Judging from the dust marks on the wall, they really did climb over the wall from here."

He lowered his head and sniffed, a puzzled look on his face, before heading towards the cemetery.

"The ground was disturbed, and more than once, but the footprints on the surface were very shallow, indicating that not much effort was put into it. These two tomb raiders did almost nothing in their last work. Hmm, there's a lot of blood splattered here, along with bits of flesh. I can't imagine how it could have turned out like this. If their weapon was a shovel, it shouldn't have taken more than five strokes to leave so much blood. It's a pity I can't see the body."

Donna rubbed her hands together, her face flushed.

Clayton's analysis was spot on; he was looking at the location where Donna had performed secondary treatment on the body.

They couldn't just die here for no reason, so she created more wounds to simulate a scene of two tomb raiders fighting each other. However, she didn't consider that some unexamined traces might be inconspicuous to an experienced person.

"There's a faint smell of gunpowder here. Someone is standing here firing. Close-range shooting is effective, but also dangerous, especially if the other side is prepared."

At this point, Clayton looked to the east of the cemetery, where the land was open and unobstructed.

He paused, this time taking longer to trace the scent.

The person had died the day before yesterday, but he could still detect subtle olfactory clues, though they were no longer as accurate.

After some thought, Clayton turned around and moved back towards the woods, this time further south. When he finally reached the edge of the woods, he pressed his nose against the trunk of a large tree and sniffed it for a while before looking up.

"Right here, another person fired a shot. The smell of gunpowder is strongest here. These two tomb raiders didn't kill each other; they were ambushed." He said earnestly to Donna, who was standing in front of him. "There are severe marks on the tree trunk, which look like they were made by throwing a shovel, but I don't smell anyone else here, not a trace."

Donna nodded with a stern face.

“Maybe I should try again.” Clayton lowered his head again and slowly paced around Donna.

However, a few seconds later, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Donna with a half-smile and a very determined look in his eyes.

Donna knew perfectly well she'd been discovered. She stomped her foot in anger and spun around in a circle. "Damn it—I should have revealed the secret when you were inspecting the cemetery!"

“I bet you’re the only one in the whole school who would dare to do something like this,” Clayton said with a smile.

"Just because of that?"

"More than that. Actually, I smelled gunpowder in the woods, but I couldn't be sure at the time because there was a shooting range nearby. If someone fired a shot there, the wind might have carried the smell here, where it was intercepted by the woods."

Clayton tapped his left wrist with his right index finger: "That's also very suspicious. You may not know, but the smell of bruises is actually quite strong. Its fishy smell can be directly emitted through the skin. Because I've been restraining myself recently at your request, I'm more sensitive to the smell of blood than usual. I noticed it from the beginning."

"In short, you stink. And there shouldn't be any homework at school that could hurt you like this."

Donna seemed unaware of this until he reminded her. Before she could get angry, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a huge purplish-black handprint on her fair left wrist—a souvenir left by the leather mask.

"The color wasn't this dark last night." She wasn't sad when she killed him, but now she felt a little sad.

Clayton leaned back against a large tree: "You brought Clara?"

"Yes." Donna recounted the entire battle that day.

How did it feel to kill someone for the first time?

The girl recalled the incident without any lingering fear: "I felt very powerful. Although he was a superhuman, he was very weak. Our fight lasted only about twenty seconds, maybe even less. He had almost no ability to resist me."

Clayton was still smiling, but his smile had faded considerably.

"You did well this time, but don't get too cocky. Most battles end in less than a minute. Your defeated opponent may be dead, but that doesn't mean he was really that much weaker than you. Maybe he just made a different choice in the battle, and the one who would have died would have been you."

Donna frowned, unconvinced: "But I won this time."

Yes, I will celebrate this time, and I hope I can celebrate for you again next time.