When Clayton was still a student, there was news in County Gorival that four robbers wearing homemade iron armor weighing thirty kilograms robbed a bank. Even rifle bullets bouncing off them couldn't harm them. The sheriff's team confronted them in the bank for twenty-two hours without being able to take them down, and in the end, had no choice but to set fire to the bank, burning the four robbers to death.
The weight of the armor was already similar to that of the Tauton knights, which made Clayton always think they were nothing special.
Now thinking carefully, those robbers indeed wore very heavy armor, but they also found it difficult to escape from the bank due to its weight. Tauton knights were much more agile than them.
When a person often sees something appear, they will categorize it as part of their "ordinary" world.
Clayton was chasing the shadows of the supernatural world, yet he never realized that world was right beside him.
It's not only those with different appearances who are extraordinary.
He thought about it again and suddenly felt that many people he had met before were very suspicious.
Take hunters, for example, they can aim at targets more than three hundred meters away with the naked eye, something he could never do.
It is said that in the navy of Dorn, there are sailors who can dive to a depth of one hundred and twenty yards underwater, and in the Northern Republic of Milenti, every grenadier in the grenadier troops is at least two meters and five tall, and in the colony of Loren, there are strange people who can wrap their heads in scarves and bury themselves underground for three days without eating or drinking.
There must be supernatural beings in the army.
But Clayton still couldn't be sure whether the phenomena he had seen belonged to the supernatural or were racial issues.
After all, the limit of ordinary people is not a fixed value,
The dwarves on the eastern plateau have greater strength than people of normal height, and the pointed-eared tribal people in the Secret Silver Forest have the best physical strength among all races. Different races naturally have different advantages.
But in this way, it's impossible to distinguish who has received the blessings of heaven and who might be a monster like him.
He stroked his thick beard on his chin and muttered to himself, "If there were such an international competition that could allow people of the same race and physique from all over the world to compare their physical fitness in sports after long-term training, perhaps I could determine the limits of ordinary people."
But this was obviously a pipe dream,
This world has disputes every few years, and the international competition he wanted could only be held in a peaceful environment.
Clayton abandoned his fantasy and continued to read Trixie's letter.
"Considering your ignorance is the norm, I have also sent you a reference book. Everything you want to know is basically in the book. If you still have questions, I suggest you ask a local priest."
This attitude is really bad, and the last person Clayton wants to see now is a priest. Clayton sighed.
He glanced at the cover of the thick book, the old and gray black hard paper with a gold title.
"Two Thousand Common Sense for Mysticism Enthusiasts"
It looks extremely amateurish, and Clayton has already started to doubt in his heart whether Trixie sent him this book because she thought it was taking up space and wanted to get rid of it while also earning him a favor.
Trixie's advice ended here.
But Clayton saw strange protrusions below, so he turned the letter paper over.
There was a short paragraph on the back of the letter paper, the handwriting was a bit twisted, the ink color was different from the previous words, and it was written particularly small.
Next to the handwriting, there were several strange circular water stain marks, making the paper curl up and become crisp,
Dried tears?
Clayton frowned, he couldn't imagine Trixie crying.
This woman must have sneezed while writing the letter because of the smell of chemicals.
He looked at the small words:
"By the way, Donna recently wants to transfer schools, but there are really no good schools in the local area. How about Sasha City?"
Clayton's hand holding the letter paper stiffened, and a beam of light shone from his soul.
His mind went blank, and there was only one thought in his heart,
Trixie is crazy!
D*mn control freak, arrogant, narcissist, no matter how many pejorative adjectives you give her, she is a woman with a strong will, and her decisions will not change easily.
Although Trixie didn't say it, Clayton knew she always felt that the Bello family owed her.
Ulen Bello ran away with her from the convent and didn't fulfill his duty as a husband, actively enlisted in the army, and then died on the battlefield, leaving her and her daughter Donna.
It's hard to say whether her disgust for Clayton came from Ulen, after all, they both have the surname Bello.
If possible, Trixie would change her daughter's surname and never see Clayton again.
She has always insisted on this.
So what is this inquiry now?
Is she finally willing to let go of the past, plan to move to Sasha City with her family, and let the last two blood relatives of the Bello family meet?!
He stood up, paced back and forth, trying to cool off. He also opened the window to blow the wind.
Thinking of his niece Donna Bello, Clayton's mood was like a military airship equipped with howitzers, possessing both light and heavy contradictory states.
That should be the last normal person in the Bello family, no matter how hard you cultivate, it's worth it.
"Write another letter to ask about the situation."