Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 525 A New Beginning
Spring officially arrived in the year 170 of the Gregorian calendar.

The rich fragrance of flowers seemed to come from nowhere and was everywhere, as every household began preparing for the celebration of the Holy Trinity.

Holy Trinity Day is a traditional holiday in Dorne, usually marked on March 1st. A year has 400 days, and after each month is divided into 33 days, 4 days remain. These 4 days are then evenly distributed among the four seasons. Therefore, in Dornean culture, the numbers three, one, and four all possess sacred meaning, with three being particularly important.

During this festival and the period before and after it, people visit relatives and friends, get engaged, and it can be said to be the social season for ordinary people. Many people stop working and studying during this time and begin to enjoy a wonderful holiday.

Cincinnati College also started its holiday during this period. Although Donna claimed that she wanted to go home by herself, Clayton still took the initiative to pick her up.

The uncle and nephew rode their horses back, swaying and staggering.

Clayton thought that with more free time, his niece would have more to say, but she didn't. Something occupied her mind. She didn't say a word the whole way home, and when she got home, she didn't even have any snacks or tea, nor did she go to greet Joseph. She went straight to her bedroom to rest.

Donna slept until noon the next day before slowly getting up.

She explained her unusual behavior yesterday afternoon: "Sleep at night is just a necessary action to relieve physical and mental fatigue. Only during the day is sleep itself, which can bring enjoyment."

It seems that the two months she spent at school have helped her grow a lot, as she can even say such nonsense.

Clayton had intended to reprimand her, but he had recently developed a habit of sleeping in the basement during the day.

This is partly due to the fact that the secret training he received puts a strain on his body, making him more prone to fatigue. At the same time, hiding in the basement allows him to free up his werewolf body. This behavior, which carries immense power in every move yet is deliberately left idle, allows him to enjoy the pleasure of spending money lavishly.

The prolonged high fever caused by metal poisoning made him feel dizzy and irritable, so he was very reluctant to fuss over trivial matters.

Donna and Joseph finally met. They met at the dinner table, introduced themselves, and shared a hug. Both were curious about each other, but understanding another person isn't something that can be achieved with just a glance; it requires long-term interaction.

"Sit down and eat," Clayton said lazily, casually picking up a piece of steak and feeding it to Clara next to him.

Yes, Clara is back too, even before Donna.

Joseph wasn't afraid at all when he saw her, probably because she was quite cute.

A small head with blonde hair and blue eyes sat in a white porcelain plate, her red mouth opening and closing expectantly. When the food entered her mouth, she squinted her eyes, and her newly grown hands patted happily on the table.

This poor little devil, even though she was given hands during the Black Mass in Gévor, still finds it difficult to eat with them.

After feeding her a few more times, Clayton leaned back in his chair, his heavy back slumped, and lazily glanced across the long table.

On the left, the first person was Donna, who was eating non-stop. On the right, the first person was Julius, who was frowning and dissecting a shrimp with a knife. Next to him was Joseph, who was quietly observing how Donna used her knife and fork. Clara was on the table, urging him to continue feeding her.

Before they knew it, the Bellow family's restaurant had become quite lively.

Clayton had a particularly poor appetite today. He took a deep breath and pressed his fingers on the ironed newspaper on the table, but did not pick it up.

"I'm planning to give up the antique business."

This sudden announcement made everyone look up at him.

"What's wrong?" Donna asked, puffing out her cheeks.

"I need a job that allows me to develop my skills, not just one that involves moving things around."

Julius bent down, stabbing the blade of his knife into a broccoli floret to hold it in place, then looked at Clayton: "Looks like you're planning to buy that food cannery. So what are you going to do with the rusted silver coin? Sell it?"

Selling the rusted silver coins had a greater impact on Donna than starting a new business. She swallowed the food in her mouth and hurriedly asked, "Sell the rusted silver coins? What about Miss Charlotte?!"

Clayton nodded slowly: "I've been thinking about that too. Miss Charlotte is of course my friend, and I won't give her up as long as she wants to continue working for me."

"Let's congratulate this historian on expanding his career into the food industry."

Without a doubt, this was said by Julius.

"You're switching to the food business now?" Donna was completely astonished. It was all her fault for not talking to Clayton yesterday.

“Canned food may not make you rich overnight, but it’s a stable income.” Clayton didn’t bother to explain in detail and simply skipped the topic: “Besides making money in other industries, I’m also planning to do something that benefits society. Do you have any suggestions for me?”

"Give food to the hungry," Clara said, who hadn't received any food from Clayton.

Joseph, who was probably six or seven years old, remained silent.

“Ugh.” Julius made a sound of disgust in his throat, clearly hating the idea. “Charity, that’s what old people need, to soothe their own long-worn and wrinkled consciences.”

Clayton had to remind him, "Julius, don't forget who we are. Enhancing our reputation is very beneficial to us, beyond just making our consciences ache."

“Yes, before we are hanged for all sorts of crimes, there may be a few people who shed tears for us.” Julius’s words left Clayton unsure of which side he was on.

He seemed to hate both the rich and the poor, others and himself, hating everyone equally.

However, times have changed, and Clayton now has a way to make him tone down his strange attitude.

Is the woman you love kind?

“Of course she’s kind,” the wizard replied without hesitation.

"Then you'd better not let her hear such remarks; there are plenty of ears and mouths here."

An annoying mouth shut up.

"Clayton, what about Joseph's family?" Donna suddenly asked, sitting across from Julius.

"Oh, those children, I found them a teacher and sent them off to learn a trade."

Donna was surprised by the answer: "Isn't that too harsh on them? Apprenticeship is so tough!"

“Believe me, this is much better than their previous life,” Clayton said. “They used to work all day in a factory, always hungry, risking injury from the machines, and then coming home to that drafty, dilapidated house. Now they can have a healthy job, a full stomach, and a good bed. When your father and I were that age, we only had one more set of parents than they did.”

Children in the countryside have to work very early, and as long as they find a master who isn't too bad-tempered, they don't think being an apprentice is a serious form of mistreatment.

Joseph thought so too, so he remained silent.

Donna, biting her dinner knife, said, "Perhaps we can focus on children's rights and ban the recruitment of child laborers for dangerous jobs."

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Clayton said gently.

Donna looked at him in astonishment: "Why?"

"Because not every parent has the money to raise their children, for a poor family with many children, once they can work, they are considered adults. As children grow, their need for food increases, and parents cannot afford to pay for more and more food. They have no choice but to abandon some of their children. Safe jobs suitable for children are in short supply. Being able to work in dangerous positions can be seen as delaying the death of these children and giving them more opportunities to grow into adults."

"Good heavens!" The little witch was speechless.

“This might be a bit too cruel, but you have to know this.” Clayton finally had a bit of an appetite and began to enjoy the buttered asparagus in front of him, these fresh, delicious, and out-of-season fruits and vegetables were considered a perk of the Presbyterian Church.

Thank you, Druid.

"How about we open an orphanage?" Donna asked, having calmed down.

“That’s not necessary. The vocational training centers in the city should be sufficient.” Clayton paused. “However, this is an idea. I can try to obtain a parish position, exert influence over the vocational training centers through long-term donations, and then send someone to supervise the teachers there to ensure they treat the orphans responsibly.”

Donna breathed a sigh of relief, happy that she had facilitated something good.

"Maybe we can still..." she began, but stopped mid-sentence, covering her mouth.

"What else?"

"It's nothing." She did think of another good deed she could do, but she didn't forget that doing good deeds costs money.

The first good deed already costs a lot of money. If the second one were Donna's own money, she could certainly use it for anything, but she couldn't force Clayton to spend money, even for a good deed.

“I said, ‘Say it,’” Clayton commanded in a languid yet firm tone that left no room for her to resist.

“I think it would be very beneficial if we could run a pharmacy and explain the effects and risks of all medicines to people, but that would probably cost a lot of money,” she said, glancing at Joseph.

That was clearly her source of inspiration.

Clayton noticed her gaze and her target, and his heart fluttered.

Joseph's mother's death remained a significant regret, and Donna's suggestion struck a nerve with him.

"It's nothing. Pharmacies aren't worth much. I can take over two pharmacies after purchasing the canning plant, and then recruit reliable pharmacists to replace the old scoundrel. Actually, I still have some questions about the operation of this plant and need to spend some time re-evaluating it. So the construction of the pharmacy should come before that. Until we recruit a new pharmacist, Julius can temporarily fill in. In four days at most, our pharmacy will be open."

"Great!" Donna sat up straight excitedly, ignoring Julius's disapproving look.

"That way, the poor will be spared from being cheated by pharmacists and will use their money to buy the right medicines, instead of those mysterious remedies, ineffective panaceas, and addictive drugs. Clayton, it won't be long before someone writes to thank you!" she declared confidently.

Clayton smiled silently, almost envisioning the wonderful scene of everyone admiring him after this good deed was accomplished.