Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 584 The Art of Dealing with People
Clayton felt a rare sense of despair.

He had never been in such a state of utter chaos in the army. Back then, if he made the wrong choice, he could simply die. But not now, because he couldn't die.

Externally, he needs to be a referee at the horse races, and planning the jockeys' routes is his task for today. The issue of horse racing cheating has not yet been resolved, and Mrs. Kleber's request also awaits his completion with Julius.

At home, Joseph needed to dedicate time to education, and so did Clara, because of her special circumstances, he also needed to learn demonology from scratch.

In addition, Alessandro damaged the first-floor floor and it needs to be renovated, and the horse training needs to continue.

To increase his resistance to the uncontrollable wolf blood, he has been restricting his diet lately, feeling hungry every day. It's already difficult enough to maintain his sanity and deal with all this, and yet there are still people attacking him frantically in the newspapers. He doesn't know how many people have believed that bastard's slander. He almost feels like he can't hold on any longer.

He really, really wanted to kill that guy.

Then eat to your heart's content.

Now, this is still here.
Clayton threw the letter on the table, slumped back in his chair, and let out a groan like that of a drowning man being squeezed out of his last breath. This was witnessed by Julius, who walked into the study.

"Sighing so early? Did that person put out another news item in the newspaper?" he asked, his hands in his pockets.

"No."

Clayton weakly raised his chin and pointed at the letter on the table: "A letter from Louis."

Julius looked over and was then taken aback.

"So thick?!"

It was more like a book than a letter.

“The secrets of the universe are all in there.” Clayton closed his eyes. “He didn’t write to me the day before yesterday or yesterday. I thought he didn’t read the newspaper or didn’t care at all. I didn’t expect that he was accumulating power.”

The wizard tried his best not to laugh out loud.

“I don’t need to know more about him to know what’s inside; it must be a long and tedious lecture.”

"exactly."

At this moment, the werewolf's hatred for the church reached its peak: "Those high-ranking clergy shouldn't have punished him with asceticism. Asceticism will make a person's mind extremely bored, and then they will have plenty of energy to write these things to persecute me!"

"Looks like you're not going to put it in your little box." Julius was referring to the tin box used to store letters. These days, many people have such a box, but not every letter is qualified to go in it.

A letter that doesn't need to be remembered has only one destination: the flames under the stove.

Clayton took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and Julius almost thought he would yell it out the next second, but he didn't; he just slowly let the air out again.

"No, I have to keep it, and I have to finish reading it tonight before I write back to him."

“I didn’t know you had a penchant for befriending moralists, especially a failed one like him who’s not clean himself.”

Julius didn't have a favorable impression of Louis; if this priest hadn't inexplicably killed Ian Lazarus, none of the subsequent messy events would have happened.

Lazarus now hates him, yet he has so easily let go of this holy office, making it hard for him to feel that fairness exists in the world.

Clayton knew what he was thinking: "Don't be too harsh. He lost his son, so it's not surprising that he would do something. I understand him quite well."

"Including his method of atonement, which involved dragging others into his confession?"

“Actually, I really need a friend like this to constantly remind me not to stray too far from humanity.” Clayton opened his eyes: “Who else in my life would know what I’ve done and still possess worldly morals?”

"Kretsia will definitely be very unhappy to hear that."

The werewolf just sneered: "Ha, she killed someone not long ago and even wanted to write a letter to her mother to brag about it."

"She killed someone?!" Julius was shocked. The werewolf's reaction was far beyond what he had expected of him: "I've been following you for the past few days and I didn't know about this. Such a big thing, and you're not even a little excited, and you've never mentioned it to me!"

"It's just a matter of killing someone; it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Clayton remained calm, but seeing the wizard's changing expression, he paused for two seconds, slapped his forehead, and frowned in annoyance.

"Sigh, look at me now."

“Yes, you really need a moralist as your friend.” Julius’s eyes were strange. “You spoiled her rotten. I always thought her first murder would panic you, making you hesitate between control and acquiescence, and ultimately you’d consult her mother about sending her back to be under her care. And then…”

"I should have done that before," the werewolf muttered, tilting his head back. He rested his forehead on his hand, his eyes darting around, as if he were trying to recall something.

Julius took the purpose of his visit out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"This is your Vahtu. I got the maid to help me out, so it was finished ahead of schedule. Inserting a strand of your hair into it will activate the curse. Hopefully, it will suppress the uncontrollable components in your wolf blood. If you want to stop it, throw it into the fire and burn it."

Clayton snapped out of his daze and picked up the simple white yarn doll.

It is furry, with two yellow buttons as its eyes and a strip of red cloth as its mouth, running from its left cheek to its right cheek. Its hair is like a black mop, and its hands are spread out to the sides meaninglessly. It is not only ugly, but also has a sinister aura.

“This was made in your likeness. That’s the rule of this kind of witchcraft. If it doesn’t look like you, it won’t work,” Julius explained, but Clayton didn’t think it resembled him.

He plucked a hair and stuck it between the doll's eyes, and immediately felt a crack appear somewhere outside its body.

If I were to describe it using my past feelings, it would be the inexplicable sense of melancholy and loneliness I felt when I woke up after an excessive afternoon nap in the fields and found that it was already dark, there was no one around, and only crows and sparrows circling and chirping in the sky.

Clayton calmed himself down and carefully observed, and discovered that the excitement and anger brought by the wolf blood were slowly seeping into this opening.

As for speed...
"This isn't powerful enough," he commented on Julius's work.

But Julius also has his own explanation.

"These cursed dolls were originally meant to be used against humans, so you can make do with them. I won't keep them for you, since Waghtu is a harmful witchcraft tool. I think you'll feel more at ease keeping them yourself."

Clayton nodded to him, put away the cursed doll, and prepared to give it to Donna when she got home.

This thing is too ugly, and it's a wool doll. It's not suitable for a mature gentleman like him to carry.

“I’m feeling a bit better. I don’t have time to deal with that bastard today. We need to go outside the city to finalize the race route. The riders need to watch the huge plumes of smoke from the burning wood during the race to determine the route. Setting up these signal fires will take at least an afternoon. You’ll have to come along this time too.”

Julius checked his belongings and concluded that no further preparations were needed before setting off.

He, who had no interest in horse racing before, began to look forward to the upcoming event. That experience of lassoing a horse made him develop a slight liking for the creature—just a little more than for other animals.

Clayton suddenly turned his head. He heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching downstairs, so he went to the window and found that it was Donna who had returned by herself.

He knew she had a day off tomorrow, so his plan was to have the butler, Harrington, pick her up at dusk; it was still morning.

The witch handed the little cherry to the groom downstairs, then nimbly walked towards the house with the saddlebag in hand. She saw Clayton and Julius behind the second-floor window and waved to them.

“Something must have happened,” Clayton muttered to himself.

Something has really happened.

Donna, carrying a saddlebag, went straight to the study and recounted everything that had happened at school, shocking her guardian and colleagues.

In short, a student brought pornographic books to school, several teachers fainted when they found out, and Principal Catherine had to run to notify the church, making it impossible for classes to continue today.

Clayton, holding Clara who had crawled out of the saddlebag, stared wide-eyed, while Julius, standing beside him, hissed in disbelief.

Although they all understand that humans, regardless of gender, become interested in the opposite sex's body during puberty, this behavior is undoubtedly out of line.

It's not a magazine, not a photograph, but a "book".

Writing or spreading such things is a serious crime in Dorne and other countries, for the crime of promoting evil.

“The last time I heard of someone committing this crime was in Asia New York. It is said that after that person was arrested and imprisoned, he continued to write books in prison. When he was discovered, his sentence was extended to a hundred years. Two bishops who had read his works were also arrested, and the prison guards were changed several times,” Clayton said.

Young men and women can actually cooperate, but they cannot write this behavior down. Only those who understand demonology can understand the reason behind it.

The desires aroused by straightforward images are primal passions, innate, while books, through words, lead people to spontaneously construct in their minds a pure, flawless, decadent world born to satisfy their own fantasies.

This is a fall from reason, which will inevitably attract the attention of the devil.

A pope once said, "For every person who finds pleasure in such forbidden books, the Inath will have a thousand more descendants."

Whether this is true or not remains to be verified, but reading banned books does indeed pose a real danger.

Donna understood this, but she still felt regret.

"It seems Miss Truby won't be my friend after all; she helped me not long ago."

“She’s just a young girl, the church will forgive her for her first offense,” Julius said calmly. “But yes, usually people who make this kind of mistake move to a place where nobody knows them, and she’ll be transferring schools soon.”

"Fortunately, before leaving school, I had convinced everyone to believe in you, including Miss Truby."

Donna tilted her chin up, like a warrior awaiting a medal: "Kerry, you're a good person in the eyes of all the teachers and students at Cinjani Girls' Academy!"

“Thank you.” Clayton shook her hand solemnly. “We’re going out in a bit, would you like me to take anything back with us?”

Where are you going?

“Let’s go watch the horse races,” Julius replied to Donna.

“I want to go too,” Donna said. “I want to give Alice my regards to Mr. Melcher, and you all know my abilities. There are few people in the world who can do better than me when it comes to dealing with animals. If we need to check for cheating, what could be more convenient than asking the animals directly?”

That's true, and Clayton readily agreed:

"Let's go then."