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After entering the city, the uncle and nephew of Bellio separated from the others. Julius would take the two women to see Gayleid, while Barbara and Pero were sent to another stronghold by the coachman. Clayton believed that the people of the Presbyterian Church could handle the follow-up matters.

As for himself, he stood in front of the door and took out the slightly unfamiliar key and inserted it into the lock.

When the door opened, his happy mood disappeared.

"Shit." Clayton said as he looked at the mess in the house.

"Shit." Clara echoed. She saw the fragments of the fish tank where she lived on the ground, and she was no less angry than Clayton.

Donna also said that Clayton didn't care this time because only some fragments of her bed sheet could be found in the brazier.

Although Clara said that there were uninvited guests at home, Clayton thought that these people were just here to rob. Now it seems that this group of people are deliberately destroying.

He walked through every room. The chairs and tables in the living room were overturned. The cabinets in the bathroom were opened. The caps of the perfume bottles inside were all unscrewed and evaporated a lot. The bookshelves in the study were even pushed over, and the books were scattered all over the floor. The decorative armor was turned into parts again and scattered on the wrinkled carpet.

And of course, the cash was gone.

Clayton calculated that, including the losses in Gevaux, he lost a total of two hundred pounds on this trip.

The furniture was not broken, but the effort spent on restoring these things to their original state made him more unhappy than the disappearance of cash.

This group of people seemed to be looking for something in his house, and the robbery was just a convenience.

He went out to the landlord Mrs. Ross's house and knocked on the door, wanting to ask about the situation, but there was no response from behind the door, and there was no light behind the curtains.

Clayton turned around and walked back, and suddenly found a thick stack of letters in the public mailbox.

He took out all the letters and found that there was one left by Mrs. Ross for him, which explained her whereabouts.

Mrs. Ross's son, an active-duty officer, sent someone to pick her up. She would never come back here again because she thought that the gang fights had caused the scope of the slums to expand in the St. Morede Parish, and it would become unsafe and cheap. She also persuaded Clayton to move out in a letter because he had women at home and needed to pay special attention to safety issues.

It would not be long before she sold the property here. A soldier's widow had made an appointment with her to buy this place with her husband's sacrifice subsidy.

This news once again urged Clayton's decision to move.

However, Mrs. Ross did not mention that Clayton's house was broken into. Maybe she left before that.

Mrs. Ross left, and what was worse was that the water pipes stopped supplying water inexplicably. Clayton couldn't take a shower in his own home, which was too much for a traveler returning home. He endured his irritability and tidied the room all night. The next morning, he took his niece out for breakfast, and then rushed to his store without stopping.

"Rusty Silver Coin"

The sign swayed in the cold wind. The antique shop was clean and bright, and the electric lights were shining. The beautiful light almost turned the goods in the glass counter into works of art, turning the antique shop into a museum, but except for Miss Charlotte, there was no customer here.

"Mr. Bello! And the little lady!"

The female assistant who had nothing to do stood up in surprise.

Donna rushed to hug her, and Clayton walked to the table to look through the account book.

During the time he was away, the store did not have many transactions. Although the antique business was originally a quiet business with undercurrents, the recent face-to-face transaction records were really pitiful, as if all the amateurs interested in antiques in Sasha City had disappeared.

Although face-to-face transactions only accounted for a small part of Clayton's business, he still had reason to feel indignant.

He advertised in the newspaper, how could the market treat him like this?

"Mr. Bello." Charlotte flashed her face out of Donna's outline. She looked particularly embarrassed and explained the problem before Clayton asked a question.

"A gentleman was shot dead at the door not long after you left. Now there's no sheriff patrolling, so no one dares to get close to here."

"Gangsters?"

"Yes."

Clayton now thinks that the two rows of gallows he saw before are actually pleasing to the eye. The Doomsday Seekers have caused a lot of chaos here, and near the end of the year, the sheriff is going to be abolished again. The city is in a state of panic, and there must be many gangsters who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

The desertedness of his store is the best evidence.

However, the assistant's choice is still not very rational.

He said, "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, just leave a letter on the second floor, then go home and rest for a few days, and I will let you know when to come back to work."

Charlotte broke free from Donna's arms and argued anxiously, "How can that be? You handed the store to me, and I have to guard it well. If there is no one in the store, there will definitely be robbers who will rob it."

"Then let them rob it!" Clayton waved his hand: "I bought insurance!"

The insurance claim service he bought before the decisive battle with Athena Brugo will not expire until next summer. Before that, he will not suffer any loss if this place is burned down by a fire.

Charlotte was speechless and became depressed.

Clayton changed the subject: "Of course, in order to commend your bravery, you can take a week off next, and this is a paid vacation."

Charlotte bit her lip nervously: "Our income and expenditure have already"

"This is what I need to consider." Clayton interrupted her speech: "I still have a batch of goods here, and I can balance the income and expenditure after processing. You just need to contact the helpers who are still out of town and check whether their quotes for new goods are reasonable."

Selling antiques and crafts to locals in Sasha City is not Clayton Bellow's main business. His biggest source of income comes from the largest cities in the Kingdom of Dorne.

He has some friends there, which can provide him with the preferences of the upper class. He can make money by purchasing goods and selling them there.

At his current rate of making money, these losses in the second half of this year are still within the acceptable range. Only the loss of the mosquito slayer is enough to make him feel distressed.

However, after listening to Clayton's confident instructions, Charlotte looked more difficult.

"Sir, there is one more thing. Two people can't be contacted."

"Who?"

"Ginger and Edgar, they acted together."

Clayton recalled the two names and confirmed that they were not the kind of people who would get drunk when they relaxed. On the contrary, they were rational and cautious and would never lose contact with the store. If there hadn't been a problem with the local post office, their current situation would have been more worrying.

"Did their last letter say where they went?"

Charlotte answered quickly: "Yes, they went to Berdalabik, but I haven't found out where it is yet."

"I'll check it out later." Clayton sighed and took Donna upstairs.

When they got upstairs, Donna started talking again.

"What do those two people do? Did you send them to kill people, Clayton?"

Clayton sat down in his seat with a headache, and then watched his niece walk around a chair and sit on an empty acid barrel next to him: "They are just ordinary helpers. My store doesn't provide services for exchanging heads for money - can't you just sit on the chair?"

Donna finally found a chair, and she moved it across Clayton's table: "Why not expand it? Anyway, your helpers have to run around."

Clayton seemed to know her for the first time, and his hand that pulled out the drawer stopped.

"Why do you think so? This is a criminal activity?"

"But there are always some good people who need such existence to fight crime, right? There are many bad existences that are endangering the lives of kind people, such as rural bullies who occupy water sources, traveling circuses that kidnap children, gold diggers who rob passers-by while looking for gold mines, murderers who live in the mountains and kill all witnesses, and super criminal organizations that secretly control the fate of the city."

Clayton resumed his actions when he heard the first example she gave. He took out the kingdom map and magnifying glass from the drawer and spread them on the table. He took out the flintlock pistol that had changed its position and sniffed it under his nose in confusion. He stopped again when Donna gave the fifth example and interrupted her speech.

"First of all, most good people don't have money to hire killers, and I don't do business at a loss. Secondly, I am now working for a super criminal organization that secretly controls the fate of the city, so please be polite."

Donna stopped talking. She lay on the table depressedly and pressed her chin on the center of the map.

Clayton wanted to push her head away, but when he looked carefully, he saw that her chin was just on the "Berdalabik", saving him the trouble of looking for it.

He pressed his index finger next to the name, looked down to find the reference city, and soon saw another familiar name close by.

Viodi.

He remembered this city. Elder Grogne said that there was a werewolf clan there that only accepted lone wolves, and had a feud with Elder Jonrad. He had planned to join them after sending Donna to school, but now he owed a favor to the Elders Council in order to leave Wonderland, and promised to take on more obligations, so he could not join that clan. If they knew his relationship with the Elders Council, there might be risks.

But did he need to go there once for the missing helper?

This was not an unnecessary thought. Clayton had to pass through Viodi to go to Berdalabik.

Attending funerals, moving, decorating, arranging Donna to go to school, waiting for the Elders to issue tasks, waiting for the church to interrogate, contacting the missing helpers

The things in the world are too cumbersome, and not all problems can be solved by violence. Clayton almost regretted leaving Wonderland.

"Are they in danger?" Donna sat up and asked. She saw that Clayton's face was abnormal.

"Everything is dangerous."

"But what danger can there be for the purchasing workers of antique dealers?"

Clayton took a deep look at his niece: "Purchasing business is not always possible."

"I also lost a helper before. The helper planned to buy a family heirloom. The transaction was completed. But when he was about to leave, the male owner of the family suddenly regretted it. The two quarreled, and the male owner picked up a shovel beside him and shoveled off half of his head."

"After that, I told them to stay together when they work, so that it would be at least safer."

"But this time two people disappeared together."

Donna shuddered. She didn't like this ending.

"Now, I will write to the governments of Berdalabik and Wei'odi and ask the corpse collectors they hired to pay attention to the appearance of the corpse. If there is no result in the next half month, I will have to go there in person to deal with this matter."