Author: Hao Duanshengyun

When night passed, the restless basement also calmed down.

The werewolf's body fell unconsciously, and the black hair retreated back to the skin like a tide, and the body continued to shrink until it returned to its human form.

Cretton lay down for a while before he woke up. He covered his forehead, endured the soreness of his body from the inside out, and groped his clothes in the dark.

He added four iron locks to the entrance flap in the basement to ensure that he would not escape to the surface and hurt people when he was unconscious, but also extended the lock-opening process by more than four times. Cretton's trembling hands took half of it. It took an hour to untie the four keys and the iron lock one by one.

As light pours in, the basement scene is illuminated.

The raw meat hanging from the iron chain hooks hanging from the top was shaking slightly, but their number was significantly reduced compared to yesterday during the day. There were many traces of werewolf feasting on the ground, and meat scraps and blood were all over the ground.

Clayton looked back and noticed that his appetite had increased unknowingly.

Last night, at least eighty pounds of meat came into his belly.

This terrible number can hardly be concealed anymore, but fortunately he was about to move away, so there was no need to explain anything to the landlord's wife and maid.

It is reasonable to clean the ingredients before moving.

After holding the ladder, his face changed again, and he vomited blood and splashed into the dust.

Another dark-born curse that Asina imposed on him has not subsided, it just stopped spreading, not giving up its place.

The alien flesh and blood that grow wildly in the original normal body structure will naturally contract when exercise, and the effect is as terrible as filling the blood vessels with gravel. Every deformation is torture for Creton.

To solve this phenomenon, the best way he could think of was to stop taking inhibitors issued by the Presbyterian Church and let the naturally thriving werewolf curse squeeze out this unknown curse.

So far, he has felt some effect, but not much. He may have to wait several years to expel the curse in this way.

We must find a way to solve this problem earlier.

Breakfast is ready for Creton and Donna.

Some cheese bread, sausage and milk, simple breakfasts are rich in nutrition.

Clayton absent-mindedly brought the food into his mouth. He had eaten enough last night and had sprayed too much oral deodorant just now, which caused serious persecution to his taste buds. He ate everything now. A spicy and sweet smell.

He pays more attention to Donna than himself.

Ulun's daughter is now graceful and fifteen years old. When Cuitis and Ulun got married, they were about this age, only one year older than Donna. Of course, Ulun was only twenty years old at that time.

But in the eyes of urban people, it is too young to get married at such an age, and they have enough time to receive education and train them into better people.

Creighton believes that this view is advanced.

"Uncle Clayton, are you a pharmacist?" Donna suddenly looked over with her eyes.

Cretton put down his knife and fork, confused by the question.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"I saw a lot of medicine in the closet next to the mirror in the bathroom." The girl took a lot of effort to retell this new term. This word has no counterpart in the countryside, and it is closest to its meaning. The "toilets" are at least one hundred yards away from the living room, so as not to blow the stench into the room.

Creighton was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

"That's not a medicine, it's the perfume, aftershave, hair oil and facial massage essential oils."

Donna looked awe of her uncle, and her eyes showed envy.

In fact, at this moment, Cretton still used cosmetics - rouge yarn on his face. This thing is actually more favored by women, but because of the werewolf curse, his skin evolved into the opposite dead man in order to cover up the black hair below.

It seemed pale, so I had to use rouge yarn to add some blood to my face so that others would not ask questions.

As for the abnormalities in the eyes, they are not obvious during the day, but their pupils are much larger than those of ordinary people.

There is eye wash containing belladonna on the market, which can make people's pupils dilute and make the user look purer and more kind. As long as he lied that he also used the product, no one would say anything more.

"Did you do it alone?" Donna asked.

She remembered that most of the containers had no labels and could not tell the difference between them at all.

"All of them," Creighton admitted that his work made him familiar with the use of spices and chemicals, and that he made these pastes by himself much more cost-effective than going to a department store.

Hearing his answer, the girl's admiration was beyond words.

"I can't learn this." She muttered in a low voice.

Clayton comforted her: "I can teach you, just take it slowly, no one is born to be like this."

The girl happily knocked the tabletop with a fork.

Seeing the smile on her face, her uncle felt that the time he had to pay was worth it.

"However, learning is the most important thing. I will go out this morning to help you inquire about school affairs and will come back soon. I will take you to the store to buy clothes in the afternoon. The perfume preparation activity should be carried out after school."

Donna's joy came to an abrupt end, and she pointed at herself in surprise: "Go to school?"

Seeing his niece's attitude, Cretton had a very bad premonition and nodded: "Your mother said she wanted me to send you to high school."

"high school?"

The girl repeated the word again, and the confusion and panic on her face made Clayton think for a moment that she was talking to Clara.

Donna put down her fork and looked very upset: "Okay, I'll go to high school, and it's good to go to high school, maybe I can adapt."

It didn't sound good, Creton raised his hand to interrupt her murmuring.

"Donna, have you been to grammar school?"

This problem seemed like a sedative, calming down Donna, and she finally found a little confidence.

"Of course, I'm literate."

"Then have you finished the seventh grade?"

Donna's beautiful yellow eyes were circling around, but she didn't dare to look directly into Creton's eyes.

"It should be finished reading."

Creton's face turned gloomy and his attitude changed suddenly. He said in a deep voice: "There are only two answers: 'read' and 'not finished'. The option of 'reading it should be finished' does not exist."

"Maybe. I've been reading it in the second grade." The pronunciation of the last word, Donna, completely floating, and the volume is getting inaudible.

This doesn't work—

Creighton stared at Donna like this until the latter's eyes finally turned tired and stopped. He pushed the "Sasha Morning News" he had ordered over and pointed to a paragraph next to the picture and ordered.

"You read this newspaper and read this short paragraph I pointed to."

Donna finally felt the mental pressure from her uncle that was beyond her mother. She took the newspaper and finished this passage tremblingly.

Hearing her reading, Clayton's face gradually regained a smile.

"No typos, it's great. Have you ever been to the Women's College?"

"No." Donna whispered.

"That doesn't matter. They only teach sewing techniques. We have money and can hire tailors to do it for ourselves. I think you can go to high school."

Donna showed a dilemma that she had never had before, and Creton's assessment hit her self-confidence.

"I can go to school, but can I go to junior high school first, or low school or something? I'm afraid I can't adapt to high school."

Creighton was stunned for a moment, then understood what she was worried about. He opened his eyes wide, his lips under his beard couldn't help but open, almost revealing the sharp back teeth of the werewolf curse, and he rumbled in his throat, and finally released it.

Happy laughter that has not appeared for a long time.

The entire restaurant was filled with his loud voice.

"My dear silly girl, "high school" is not the abbreviation of "high school". Your grammar knowledge should tell you. In our language, "high" also means "high", so the full name of "high school" is

In fact, it is 'upper society preparation, middle class school'!"

Amid the laughter, Donna blushed, she raised her right hand to cover her cheek, and her other half turned to the side, preventing Creton from watching.

"Don't worry, girl, you can. I'm going out soon, hoping to get this done at once."

Creton forced himself to laugh and pretended to be serious and explained something. Then he grabbed his hat, moved his shoulders all the way to the door, then went out, and then went two streets away, and finally couldn't help laughing happily.

A famous poet once said, "A smile makes people live long." This is true. Creton has not been so energetic for a long time. Until he walked into the door of "rust silver coins", he felt light all over, as if even the curse was automatically

It faded a lot.

After deciding to resume business, he sent letters to employees to announce the matter.

For granted, Miss Charlotte, who loves work, has been waiting here. Cretton was about to walk up to say hello when a hand stretched out from the middle of the display cabinet grabbed her pants.
Chapter completed!