Chapter 86 86

Chapter 86 86


Clayton had always thought that "Notre Dame" replaced the work of the apprentice house, but the reality was worse. The people of the Grail Society actually let children under ten years old get their own food. When not needed, they are locked up, and before meals, food has to be processed by themselves. It seems that under the influence of theology, the managers of Notre Dame were not much more merciful. For some common sense reasons, he asked Clara: "You don't always eat cold, do you?"

It is normal for children of this age not to know how to cook, and if he were their jailer, he would never be relieved to let them use fire—not for their safety, but for his own safety. Clara blinked, not understanding what he meant. "We will cut the ham and mix it with chopped vegetables to eat." Having meat is a good thing, but raw ham is something Clayton dared not imagine. "They are hot, aren't they?"
"Why should Clara eat hot food? Doesn't Clayton always eat cold food?"
Clara looked at Clayton and asked back, the latter who had always been feeding her frozen raw beef. The lieutenant realized that Clara eating raw meat like him was not out of racial instinct, but according to the treatment he gave her. His status suddenly became the type he remembered that should be despised.

"This is different... I eat raw meat because I can't cook, and the hot dishes my mother made were much better than these things." After Clara's reminder, Clayton decided to learn to cook next week, so he wouldn't have to let the landlady send dinner (the human meal) every day. There are many shameful things hidden in this house, so fewer people should be allowed in. Moreover, werewolves can accept the smell of raw meat, but that doesn't mean the sense of taste is completely overturned. Hot food with spices must be better than blood food.

"Then can Clara eat the dishes Clayton's mother made? Clara also wants to eat something delicious."
Faced with Clara's curious eyes, Clayton lowered his head, tore the raw meat into thin strips and stuffed them into his mouth, wanting to relieve the sudden emotion with a monotonous chewing action. "She can't cook anymore... because she passed away, she went to the Kingdom of Heaven."
He answered her in a way Clara could understand, but his parents were both unbelievers, and the doctrine did not allow people like them to go to the Kingdom of Heaven.

"Then she must be very happy." Clara smiled enlightened. If there was nothing empty under her neck, she was barely a cute guy.
Clayton did not untie her misunderstanding: "I think so too."
He just wanted to end this topic quickly now.

"Clara has another question," Clara said. Her face returned to the sadness of the beginning: "Clara just discovered something strange."
\[What new discoveries can you have while staying in the fish tank?\]
Clayton stared at Clara, waiting for her explanation.
"Clara was thinking about a question just now: Which one is better, the Kingdom of Heaven with Mom or the Kingdom of Heaven without Mom?"
The lieutenant thought his ears had a problem, but it didn't. Clara's eyes were very serious. She was verifying the relationship between humans and gods with her psychological experience not exceeding ten years old.

"Mom said that entering the Kingdom of Heaven is the happiest thing. But if Clara enters the Kingdom of Heaven first, she must be separated from Mom. It is painful to be separated from Mom. Clara will not feel happy. So Clara now thinks that entering the Kingdom of Heaven may not be happy anymore. But Clara still wants to know what Mom thinks now, she doesn't seem to miss Clara that much..."
Her voice lowered.
Here is no longer the one possessed by the devil, nor the monster being manipulated, but just a little girl who wants to go home. Clayton was touched and comforted: "Clara, thirty years have passed, maybe your mom is already dead, you don't need to think so much."

The "mother" in Notre Dame is not the children's biological mother, but a mortal member of the Grail Society responsible for managing children who failed to successfully transform. After so many years, if she is still alive this year, she is at least seventy years old. As a human, this is a quite long number, and it is likely that she has passed away for a while. As for Clara's biological mother, Athena Baluge, the Spider Priest, Clayton has made up his mind to kill her before this year passes. So no matter when Clara dies, he can guarantee that she can see her mom in the Kingdom of Heaven soon.
Am I too evil? He suddenly realized.

Clara did not notice his complex thoughts, nor was she comforted.
"Clara is worried about whether Mom doesn't love Clara, otherwise, she should say she misses Clara."
Since when, a gap was born between Clara and the Grail Society. But she didn't know it herself. Clayton was silent. He found that this is a good opportunity to persuade Clara. If Clara's concepts can return to normal people and no longer obey the instructions of the Grail Society. He can also release her safely in the future, let her go wherever she wants. But this blow might be hard for her to accept.

"Clara, why do you think she is your mother?" he spoke.
The girl looked at him puzzled.
"If it is because of education, her education will not be better than that of teachers in church schools. And when it comes to companionship and care, she has not fulfilled the duties of a mother. If you cry, will she come to comfort you? Or just tell you to shut up? Has she told you about her past? Or just told you what the scriptures say? Is she good at listening? Or is she always doing her own business and not letting you speak if there is no necessity?"
"The sacredness of the word mother stems from facts. Before it appeared, a kind mother already existed. We just chose to use these two repeated syllables to represent her. Don't be bound by this word."
Clayton looked at Clara's gradually changing expression and sighed with pity: "Besides, she may not be your mother at all."

Hearing this shocking answer, Clara opened her mouth, and sadness was replaced by another emotion.
"Clara doesn't have a mother, so where did Clara come from?!"
Clayton: "..."
Clara seems to have understood it as a biological problem.
He had to explain clearly: "Clara of course has her own mother, but the woman Clara considers as a mother is not Clara's mother."
"How does Clayton know?"
"Clay... I met your brother Moore recently, he is your biological brother."
Then sent him to the Kingdom of Heaven to enjoy happiness—the follow-up truth Clayton did not intend to say for the time being.
"Although he is your brother, he is different from you, he is already an adult, and he knows many things. He knows who your common mother is, and things about Notre Dame, and he also knows where others went."
"Then who is Clara's mother?"
"Athena Baluge, but she is different from you, and different from a normal mother."
"Athena Baluge? Athena Baluge!" Clara chanted this name excitedly, not understanding the warning hidden in Clayton's words. She felt that this name was so good to hear. Just by chanting these words, she felt like a balloon wandering in the sky suddenly pulled to the ground, suddenly becoming solid, as if she had a home again. She eagerly pursued and asked him. "Then where is she now? Clara wants to see her."
Clayton became vigilant. He must stop Clara's unrealistic fantasies in time, so that she would not return to the inhumane control of the Grail Society: "I don't know about this. But what I know is that it is not a person worthy of your respect. Because in..."
"What does respect mean?" Clara interrupted him blankly.
"..."
Clayton took a deep breath. He knew that he had another task tonight.

"Is it necessary for you to wear this all the time?" Fashlag leaned on the sofa, lit a cigarette and looked at Hook's detectives. The names of "Hook Detective Agency" were all written on their windbreakers. He dared not take them out now. Too eye-catching.
"This is a way of advertising," the captain of Hook's detectives said, sitting on the opposite sofa. "When passersby see our clothes, they will think of our agency first when they want to hire private security in the future."
"Really business-minded."
Fashlag kicked the table leg from below. Obviously, this was not praising them.
He felt bored now. Athena Baluge slept with him once, and then there was no more contact, and even persuaded his brother Caroline to lock him up. Caroline agreed. He suspects now that something happened between these two people. That woman approached him just to contact his brother, and once the goal was achieved, she kicked him away.
"What an insidious guy!"
He breathed in viciously. The flame of the cigarette burned to the end in one breath. The ash fell on the carpet and scattered into pieces. Soon, the cigarette butt was also thrown down. These detectives were hired by the Grail Society. Athena let them listen to Caroline, and Caroline let them stay by Fashlag's side to protect his safety. While Fashlag enjoyed this concern, he gave birth to doubts about whether doing so had the purpose of surveillance and custody. He had to suspect his brother's intentions. Although whatever he wanted, things would be sent quickly, but it was still different from the past. Fashlag was tired of these days when no one complimented him, and he couldn't bear it for a day.

Currently, the Hook detectives protecting him are all good hands who retired from the battlefield. From the bottom of their hearts, they look down on an officer like him who has not been to the front line. Even if they hide it well, Fashlag just knows they look down on him. That kind of gaze was like substance. As soon as you turn around, you can feel their weight.
"What achievements has your master made recently?" he asked sarcastically.
"She is just our employer."
The armed detectives looked at Fashlag coldly, with no meaning of respect in it.
It is this kind of look!
Fashlag screamed in his heart.