Chapter 338 Final Confession

A free person cannot understand the feeling of being cursed, just as a color blind person cannot understand the world as seen by ordinary people.

Donna couldn't understand Clayton because of this.

The werewolf's life and curse are one. Only now did he understand that he had not been changed, but that his past self was incomplete and only now was it completed.

But it's always nice to have someone who cares about you.

Clayton didn't intend to correct Donna's mind. He just smiled and promised that he would repent and let the matter go.

Donna looked like she wanted to say something else, but he interrupted her midway.

Clayton knew what she might want to say, but he wasn't ready yet.

Strangely enough, when he realized that part of his memory had flowed to the child with magic, his first reaction was to clarify the misunderstanding, but now that Donna was beside him, he didn't want to mention it.

"But this matter is really important." Donna stared at Clara behind him, hoping that she could crawl over to help him now, but she couldn't move.

"I know, but I also have something important to say about your school."

Donna immediately changed her mind: "Then you say it first."

You can ask about the past anytime, but going to school is an imminent issue.

Clayton raised his right index finger: "You know you have to deal with many peers when you go to school, right?"

Donna breathed a sigh of relief: "I can adapt to this, but don't forget that I also studied in a grammar school."

"Very good, I know you can do it." Clayton praised, he leaned against a wooden stake next to him, and the blood of the sacrifice flowed to his shoulder: "But you entered the school halfway, even though you have already been in high school. It’s enough, and teachers in good schools will tutor you individually, but this will cause other problems.”

"In school, social interaction is also very important. I'm worried that you will neglect to communicate with others because you are studying hard to keep up with the progress of the first half of the school year, and in the end you will not know how to speak."

"I don't have to interact with my classmates," Donna said proudly.

"It's impossible. It would be very lonely to study alone in school."

"Then I just need to come back early every day. Don't you want to teach me my skills? Even if you have something to do, I can still find someone to talk to. Mrs. Ross looks like she needs to be visited very much. I can talk to her."

Clayton tilted his head and sighed so loudly that he seemed to be giving a speech here.

"That's even more impossible. The school I sent you to is a boarding school with closed education. You can only come back once every quarter. You are not allowed to leave the school at other times."

Donna was stunned. She had never heard of this before:

"How could such a thing happen?!"

She held her head and screamed in the blood-red forest of corpses, looking desperate.

The corner of Clayton's mouth curled up slightly. He only found this reaction interesting: "Okay, I haven't finished what I want to say. In order to let you catch up with the progress of school quickly, I will give you some information before then. Please ask some tutors to help you with your etiquette, dance, arithmetic and other skills. However, I haven’t finished formulating this plan yet, so I’ll discuss the specific additions when we return to the present world.”

Donna withered.

But what she didn't know was that what Clayton said was actually different from what he thought in his heart.

The lieutenant was actually hesitant to send his niece to school.

With the resurgence of the dark moon, the barrier between the fairyland and the real world has become fragile. More and more strange and weird things may appear in the world, which are dangerous and difficult to prevent in advance. In this case, would it be in Donna's current and future interests to have a general education?

He also fell silent.

However, the atmosphere of silence did not last long. Priest Pleg and Lewis soon arrived. They carried Chud Osmar, whose limbs were broken, towards Clayton.

The Priesthood is determined to bring its enemies into the present world.

"Don't you kill him here?" Clayton asked: "He is not a human being. You can kill him by eating his brain or heart."

Louis shook his head hard: "Although I want him to die now, we need a witness to exonerate us. Without his testimony as the culprit, we people may be regarded as the manipulator of the recent riots in Gevo. The crime of performing the Black Mass is enough for my brother to kill me if I don’t have a proper reason.”

Obviously, the brothers he is talking about here are brothers in the religious sense.

Clayton knew what he meant.

Chud Osmar will definitely die, but not by their hands.

Such concerns are shared by them. The female vampire Barbara killed someone in Genvaux. Even if Clayton did not directly instigate this, in the eyes of outsiders, it was inseparable from him. He also needs Osmar's confession to exonerate himself.

But for Clayton, it doesn't matter that Osmar is dead. He can still take Pan's body back with him. I believe that with this thing, others will believe their story.

Lewis's concern was still due to the differences within the church, specifically evangelical attitudes toward heresy.

He may die, he may be lynched, or he may be excommunicated or excommunicated. If Chud Osmar is handed over alive, his punishment within the church may not be the most serious. In this way, Louis may not have cared about his life or death before, but now he chooses to live.

"Then let him live." Clayton said, dragging Osmar's body with one hand towards the last unfinished sacrifice.

They are finally leaving Wonderland.

Pileg caught up from behind: "Sir, you promised me the answer: how do you control the horse that has been disturbed by witchcraft to move freely when being chased by evil creatures?"

Clayton stopped: "I have to say, you can't learn this trick. But even so, do you want to know the answer?"

The wizard insisted on his idea: "Yes, please give me some guidance."

"Smell." Clayton said: "I use smell to communicate with my horse. Although this horse was affected by Edwards's witchcraft, there may be a lot of so-called human sediment in his mind, so he has to be filled with it like a human being. All kinds of worries and desires, but at least one desire absolutely overrides all the rest.”

"Desire for survival?" Pileg asked uncertainly.

"Yes, the desire to live."

"But the monster closest to your horse at the time was only an inch away from touching it."

"Yes, they are just an inch apart." Clayton said: "And I, a werewolf, is riding on its back and can bite its neck at any time. Isn't that enough? Horses may not know what evil things are. , but they are born to be afraid of wolves.”

It was a simple and crude approach, but Pileg had never thought about it.

Moreover, this is indeed not a method that humans can use at will.

Pileg looked both surprised and disappointed. He thanked Clayton and left, leaving only a few outsiders in the open-air sacrificial site.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Donna can no longer persuade Clayton to be merciful, because Louis also tortured Osmar just now. Clayton can no longer talk to Donna about his future life because there is no future for Louis' child.

The rest are private topics that cannot be discussed in front of outsiders. It seems that they will have to wait in silence for a while.

Clayton placed the last sacrifice on the stake, then sat down on the ground, looking like he was thinking hard, while Donna began to read, but her eyes wandered and she was absent-minded.

Priest Louis was not aware of the eyes of outsiders. He chose a clean piece of land and knelt down, clasping his hands in front of his chest, interlocking his fingers, and praying silently. This process lasted for five or six minutes. When he finished praying, he realized that the other two people were pretending to be serious.

"I know I may no longer be qualified, but you are not ordinary people either. If you are disturbed by the crimes you have committed, you can always talk to me, even if you are unbelievers."

He even smiled stiffly when he said this: "It is rare for the Fallen Priest to perform confession rituals for wizards and dark descendants."

Uncle Bello and his nephew looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.

It's not that they are afraid of revealing their secrets. The White Sect is well known for its piety and rigidity in confession rituals. Even if an assassin who just killed the king confides his crime to the Holy Order, the Holy Order cannot report the soldiers to arrest him. Instead, he had to keep it a secret. Violation of this rule or private confession is a more serious sin than apostasy.

The real problem was that the matter that troubled their consciences concerned Louis himself.

"What if what I'm about to say concerns you?" Donna asked timidly.

"Then I forgive you." Louis said kindly, unable to see the hostility he had shown when he tortured Osmar before. Seeing Donna walking relaxedly, he turned to Clayton and said, "Please cover your ears."

Clayton covered his ears and walked aside. Clara on his shoulder also covered her ears.

Donna walked over to Louis and knelt down like him.

"Sir, I just say this to confirm again. You forgive me, right?"

"Yes."

The girl took a breath and spoke out what was troubling her.

"Actually, you didn't have to come here. It was a complete accident. There was something wrong with my magic. In order to prevent the consequences of the Black Mass, I linked part of your destiny to Clara. However, before that, in order to To resolve her influence on Clayton, I also established a magical link with Clara, so when we were sent to Wonderland by Osmar, you were also accidentally teleported here. "

It is not that easy to enter the fairyland. You must have a special physique or spirit to break through the barriers of the world, otherwise you need external help.

It would have been impossible for four creatures who were born to enter the fairyland to suddenly appear in a small place.

The priest was silent for a moment: "I forgive you."

Donna happily stood up and left, and Clayton came over instead.

"I also want to confess. Chud Osmar came for me. In fact, he only wants me."

Louis' eyes moved, and Clayton seemed to see his eyelids twitch.

"What's going on?"

"I ate the meat of the original whale and was contaminated by its aura, so I was targeted by Osmar. I am also responsible for his ability to open the wonderland."

The meat of the original whale is indeed an important factor. The priest's face became solemn, and he obviously knew what a terrifying existence it was.

In popular occult research, both wizards and priests agree that all living beings have three bodies at the same time. These three bodies are the "material body" that lives in the world, the "star body" that provides the ability to think in the universe, and the The "spiritual body" formed by the Holy Spirit within.

The three bodies are in different worlds, but they are connected together by the mysterious supreme power to form an independent life.

The original whale is different. It only has one body, but it can travel freely between different worlds. It is said that even the fairyland can come and go freely, but they did not see this kind of creature here.

"When did you eat the meat of the original whale?" Donna asked behind Clayton.

Clayton turned back angrily: "Why didn't you cover your ears?"

Donna raised her hand to her ear after realizing it, but she had already lost Clayton's trust. The werewolf looked at the priest. The priest said nothing and his face was as calm as water. Clayton couldn't tell if he was. I also wanted to know, so I had to answer the question.

"More than a month ago."

Donna put down her hands: "That's not the reason. Bracola has recorded similar things. Even if you eat the meat of the original whale, the effect will last for up to a week. It can't stay in the body forever. I I mean, you have to go to the toilet, right?"

Louis also nodded, which was what he thought.

"There are also records of similar incidents in the monastery. Some people tried to go to hell to retrieve their relatives after eating the meat of the original whale, but they were unable to return to the world because the effect quickly disappeared. A month has been a long time, and the meat of the original whale cannot be returned. It affects you."

Clayton wanted to agree with these views, which would, after all, relieve him of responsibility.

But he remembered that when he was eating Leatherworker, he definitely felt the feeling of increased skin toughness, and Barbara had a similar feeling. She also wanted to bring some Leatherworker meat to Pero.

"Why isn't it possible that I absorbed part of its power through eating, so we have the same characteristics?"

"Werewolves have no such ability." Donna said firmly. "The most you can do is enhance your racial strength through eating, and you won't gain any other characteristics."

The priest spoke leisurely: "Only in those ancient pagan myths did such a thing exist. The closest thing to the contemporary ability is a strange insect that can attach to human blood vessels, make the dead alive, and display... Some nobles secretly raise them to commemorate their deceased relatives. "

The werewolf was obviously not a bug, but he didn't think his statement was wrong either.

No matter what the book says, his own experience is always true, and there is a gap between theory and practice.

"I think it may be due to human body limitations. Dark descendants should all have this power."

"No, there is no such thing." The girl denied again.

Clayton looked at Osmar, who was in a coma, with an evil look in his eyes: "Then let's ask him now."

He walked over and suddenly stopped in the middle.

"No, forget it." He immediately regretted it, and Donna also said the same thing.

If such a phenomenon existed, it should have been kept secret and kept away from Osmar—he would have been tortured later.

Seeing their exchanges, the priest lowered his eyes unconsciously: "If I can go back, I will report Osmar's heretical behavior to the superior diocese, and someone will soon handle the follow-up. If you are worried If you are implicated, you can go further before that. As for what you are saying to me now, I will not say it to my brother."

"You still want to stay? Why don't you run away?" Donna jumped up excitedly. She didn't know about this yet, but before she could say anything, Clayton pressed her down again.

The priest held the silver cross necklace on his chest and smiled with relief: "After all, I am a servant of God, and God still has to judge me."

Clayton didn't understand what he was talking about, but as long as he didn't implicate himself, he respected the other person's decision.

Only Donna looked very sad.

Confession was over and they were once again idle. When they did nothing but waited, the time suddenly became very long. It was not until they fell asleep that a familiar feeling of palpitations arrived. As this feeling formed a wave in their hearts, their figures It disappeared from the sacrificial site in the fairyland like foam on the water surface.

Just like they did when they disappeared from the world before.