Chapter 174 Aftermath

Barbara returned to the attic room and screamed in surprise at the broken glass all over the floor.

Donna had to explain to her the occult theory behind this phenomenon.

In order for Donna and Barbara to get along well, Clayton briefly introduced the existence of the Presbyterian Church and Barbara's identity to his niece, but he did not introduce Donna's identity to Barbara. Donna had to take the initiative to clarify this matter herself. thing, but she found that Barbara didn't seem to care about it.

There was no difference between wizards and ordinary people to her.

Barbara just put her hands on her hips and sighed, looking at the mess and broken window frames in the attic.

Regarding Mr. Bello's misfortune, she felt that she had contributed something - the broken cups and glass windows were her family's property. But of course the host should be prepared to suffer losses before deciding to entertain guests. This is common sense.

"Then the cracked cup means what kind of suffering Mr. Bello is going through?" she asked the girl.

"Well"

Donna couldn't answer for a while. Although she had mastered the ritual of destiny connection, her level was not as high as outsiders imagined. This was her first time using such ritual spells. She had no experience at all before. She was able to succeed because she and Clayton has a very close blood relationship.

"Maybe he was slapped?" she said uncertainly.

Barbara asked her again: "What about the broken window?"

Donna answered with a question again: "Maybe he was stabbed?"

Barbara couldn't help but exclaimed: "Who can do these things?"

In the impression of the female vampire, Creighton Bello never suffered many losses. He was always well prepared and could defeat the enemy and win in one fell swoop as long as he found the right opportunity.

She was surprised how someone in Gervo could hurt a werewolf and what kind of person would fight him. However, Donna didn't know the answers to these questions. Even though she was Clayton's niece, she still knew about her uncle. Very little, maybe not even as much as Barbara knew.

Now that the attic was in a mess, grammar lessons had to be temporarily suspended.

Barbara bent down to clean the broken glass on the edge of the broken easy chair. In order to fix the easy chair, she inserted two stacks of glass pieces as wedges in the gap between the curved arc and the ground.

After doing this, she got up and went to get the broom.

Then just after she took a few steps, the easy chair and the floor under Donna made a clanking sound at the same time. The glass piece used as a wedge suddenly popped out from under the chair, and the easy chair tilted forward, pushing the injured leg forward. Donna was thrown headfirst, straight into the cabinet that Barbara had been using as a chair.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is now as fast as a leopard, rushing towards the end called death.

The little witch looked at the iron-clad corners of the cabinet that was rapidly enlarging in front of her, her face turned pale, her spirit was in a panic, and magic could not save her at this moment.

Just when Donna closed her eyes and decided to welcome the messenger of death, she hit a cold but soft wall.

The vampire who drank the blood of the werewolf was in its most powerful state. Barbara blocked the girl just before she was about to hit her dead body on the cabinet. The scene was like Donna throwing herself into her arms and being guided towards her. Move in the other direction.

Then the two fell to the ground together.

Barbara held Donna in her arms, their long skirts hanging down like two withered flowers nestled together.

The female vampire faced the ceiling and said with emotion: "Mr. Bello must have just been hit by a cannonball."

Just now, her spine was broken.

Creighton and Julius returned to Gervaux before nightfall.

Hearing a knock on the door, Perrault opened the door to receive them, but he didn't look very happy.

"I thought you were going back to the hotel, and I was just about to send your daughter back." The old guy said bluntly, while staring hard at Clayton's mouth.

The lieutenant had completely shaved off the beard that originally covered almost one-third of his face, which made him look a lot thinner, but more handsome than before. A large area of ​​pale skin was exposed where the beard was. The dilated pupils seemed to be looking here and elsewhere, containing extraordinary thoughts.

This trait of werewolves is similar to that of vampires, which makes Perot feel a little familiar.

This subconscious feeling reminded him, and he suddenly felt that his wife was different from the past. She and the guy in front of him were the same kind of existence.

After he finished speaking, the two men did not move.

Clayton nodded slightly: "That's good. We'll go back in a while. But I have to ask you to do me a favor."

Both women were upstairs, so Clayton simply took off his traumatized coat in the hall, revealing a white shirt that had been stained red and blackened underneath. Julius also unbuttoned his coat, as well as the intricate whalebone A bra to allow the rabbit puncture wound to breathe

After seeing these injuries, Perot had no intention of driving them away. He just cursed, then gave up his seat and let them go in to rest.

No matter what trouble they got into, his wife was likely to run into the same thing in the future, so it was still necessary to keep in touch with the "friends" she knew, and maybe they could help in the future.

Bono's house was not far from Perrault's house. It was quite convenient to go out a few steps and call the coachman to deliver things.

After Clayton and Julius finished changing, Donna and Barbara happened to come down the stairs - they had come to prepare dinner.

When she saw Clayton, Donna stood stunned at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't recognize the beardless man as her uncle, a reaction that hurt Clayton.

"I shouldn't have shaved," he complained.

After hearing him speak, Donna confirmed his identity, walked a little faster and came to his side, shaking her head firmly:

"Nothing, you look much better than before."

In fact, she had no idea what her uncle's face looked like under his beard until just now.

She couldn't help but look at it for a moment longer, trying to replace the large bush of beard in her memory with this new image.

Seeing her brisk steps, Clayton knew that the injury on her leg was almost healed, and felt relieved. He held his niece's shoulders and looked at Barbara.

"How do you get along?"

This question was asked to two people at the same time. Barbara gave a good answer, but Donna encountered an unspeakable secret.

"Is there anything I need to know?"

Clayton stared at his niece suspiciously, who smiled awkwardly.

"It's nothing, she's a good child." Barbara held her waist and said, forgiving Donna for breaking her waist.

Clayton asked tentatively: "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"no!"

Barbara heard Donna yelling before she could say anything, and she couldn't help showing a relaxed expression on her face. .

"We encountered a lot of trouble today, so I thought about it and it would be better for you to follow Mrs. Barbara as much as possible." Clayton tried his best to persuade his niece.

But Donna also had her own reasons: "You are going back on your word. We agreed before that we would act together tomorrow."

Clayton thought this idea was reasonable before, because he never thought about fighting any humans, but it is different now. He killed four people in one breath today, and the way was extremely brutal. What if there is still such trouble tomorrow? ? Let Donna watch?

This is not something a guardian should condone.

His voice dropped: "Girl, I know it's my fault, but the trouble we encountered today is worse than we imagined before. If something happens to you, what should your mother and I do? Do you want me to Witnessing you go into danger with your own eyes?"

"Then if something happens to you, what should my mother and I do? Do you want me to watch you go into danger with your own eyes?"

Donna repeated Clayton's words, changing only a few words, but leaving him speechless.

"And when you go out in the afternoon, I will also use a ritual to help you share the risk." The girl said proudly.

Clayton looked at Barbara carefully for confirmation, and the latter seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Yes, she broke my waist and the glass window in the attic was shattered all over the floor."

Old Perot was dumbfounded when he heard this. Only then did he know what happened when the two women were alone.

As the primary target of this explanation, Clayton didn't understand why Donna broke Barbara's waist to share the risk for herself.

"It was an accident. I almost hit the cabinet and died. Aunt Barbara blocked it for me," said Donna.

The lieutenant was immediately in awe of the female vampire.

Before Julius put on his shirt, he applied the ointment and leaned back on the chair, sighing leisurely: "I've said it before, you can't stop her. All the wizards in Bracola have this temper. The source of their power is closely related to their emotions, so they rarely change their minds. If you always go against her expectations and make her endure, she will definitely explode, either to others or herself. "

Donna glared at him and then turned back.

Clayton glanced at the wizard and then back at his niece. Their movements were as if they were looking in a mirror.

Finally, the lieutenant gave in, sighing louder than usual.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

This was a great victory. Donna turned around and hugged Barbara to celebrate. The female vampire sniffed the smell of hair oil and soap, calming down her bloodthirsty desire a little bit. Since they just met, Clayton and Julie The smell of blood on Else's body has always tempted her.

On them, the vampire smelled the blood of many people. It was like a sumptuous banquet. If she hadn't drank blood today, she might have lost control in public.

Fortunately, these guests only took a short rest and said goodbye to this family soon.

Perot simply threw the bloody clothes into the fireplace, turned around and saw the handsome green-haired young man whispering in the ear of his wife. He was about to get angry, but the two people quickly separated. Barbara seemed delighted to return to him and reassured her husband with a kiss on the cheek.

"What did he say to you?" Perot asked, frowning.

"It's a good thing." Barbara realized that her husband was paying attention to this matter, and her smile disappeared again, "It's just that I can't say it."

Perot looked at her steadily and sighed very deeply: "At the end of the month, our eldest son will be back. Don't let him find out about these things, and don't let him get involved in these things of yours."

After hearing this, Barbara put her thumb under her teeth again to crush the puncture for the first time in a long time, but no blood came out of the flesh. The pressure of responsibility made her nervous.

"I promise."

On the way back to the hotel, the fire was shining, and the pyre and burning cross were erected again. The idea of ​​using light to drive away wild beasts had not yet been given up by the local rulers.

This was a good thing for the werewolf. It was bright everywhere and no one would notice that his eyes glowed at night.

However, except for the occasional armed patrolmen who passed by them, there were almost no people walking on the street, which inevitably seemed deserted.

In order to relieve the coldness, the lieutenant took the initiative to ask his niece:

"What did you and Barbara say?"

When mentioned about this, Donna said happily: "She was trying to learn how to read, so she asked me to help."

"Great. But how did you teach her?"

"She has a family history, which contains many legends and stories. I selected a few simple stories about grammar and used them as teaching materials to teach her to pronounce each letter one by one. She learned it very quickly!" Speaking of his achievements, Donna simply couldn't stop: "Even if something unexpected happens in the middle, she can already read the first story by herself. According to me, if I keep teaching like this, she will be able to do it in a short time."

"I went to high school with you," Julius continued.

The girl wilted.

Fortunately, retribution came soon. When the wizard was playing with the wand, he discovered a crack on it under the street light. He broke it with a little force, and the wand separated into two branches.

"It must have hit somewhere before."

Julius sighed, took off the gems on it, and then threw the wand into the fire on the roadside, adding a bit of brightness to the flames.

"You just threw it away?" Clayton asked doubtfully, "I thought a magician needs a wand to cast spells."

The wizard laughed: "There is a joke among wizards - what was the wand invented for? The answer is 'to replace our fingers'." He stretched out his finger and shook it: "The wand can make spellcasters The speed is faster and the landing point is more accurate, but it's just a little bit. If you don't consider excellence, these ones in your hand are not much worse than magic wands. "

He turned to look at the girl: "This young lady probably thinks so too. You Bracola people seem to rarely use wands."

"To be precise, we do not use magic wands." Donna corrected him: "Our magic focuses more on connection. As long as the connection is established, the magic will find the target by itself, without the need for a magic wand to guide."

Clayton suddenly realized: "That's why you react so sensitively when being pointed at by fingers." He remembered that both of them dodge when faced with fingers.

Both wizards nodded in acknowledgment.

"The folk custom of 'don't point your fingers' actually comes from the etiquette between wizards." Julius said: "Even if you don't know witchcraft, your fingers can help release malice. It has the same purpose as the evil eye. Ability. If the other person points his finger at you, it probably means that the other person is cursing you. It is best to react quickly. After all, no one knows whether the person pointing at you is an ordinary person or another wizard. "

The lieutenant felt very fresh hearing this knowledge.