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"He's getting married?" Donna was stunned. She waved her hands in disbelief: "But how is that possible? He said he was going to propose."

Although she didn't have Clara's help, she believed in her own judgment. When Mr. Morris talked about Imera Belle, the look of yearning for love on his face did not look fake.

Clayton raised his left hand and pointed to the position of his ring finger with his right hand: "Did you notice his left ring finger? Although there is no ring on it, the marks are very clear. Such marks cannot be caused without years of wearing. Considering his current age, he may have a good family background, so his parents arranged a marriage for him a long time ago."

Clayton has seen examples like this many times.

Some rich people and nobles are either indulged in pleasure or regard their careers as higher than their families. They are unwilling to accompany their children. Children are accompanied by their mothers and nannies before the age of five, and by tutors from the age of five to ten. After the age of ten, they go to boarding schools. These people spend less than a hundred hours with their fathers until they become adults. Then, for the benefit of the family, the marriages of these children are ultimately decided by their fathers.

And these people don't like their fathers, but they are also unwilling to give up their inheritance rights, so the biggest rebellion they can make is not to love the wife designated by their father.

As for what they will become because of this, just look at Mr. Morris.

"But. He said he was going to propose." Donna repeated again. She still couldn't believe that Morris would do this.

He looks elegant and a spiritual person.

He should be noble.

"If he is already married, he can't marry another woman. This is common sense. So he may have divorced his wife!"

She stood there, hoping that her uncle could give a reasonable explanation.

Clayton looked at her with pity: "My dear silly girl, considering that the bride is usually younger than her husband, I think she should still be alive. Even if she died in an accident, today should be not far from her death. Mr. Morris is now looking for another woman, which is a bit heartless."

"Besides, proposing and getting married are two different things. There is a thing called fake marriage in this world. As long as you are willing to spend some time to get a fake notary, a fake certificate, and a fake jewelry, it doesn't cost much, and the matter is basically done. Many women in love fall for this trick. When these scammers get tired of it, they find an excuse to leave, or suddenly disappear. The deceived women can't find them at all, and maybe they just think they had an accident outside for the rest of their lives."

Donna was dumbfounded: "Aren't they afraid that the deceived will find themselves through the name, then..."

She paused, and suddenly thought of Clayton's move to frankly report the fake name before.

Yes, if everything else is fake, then why should the name be an exception?

But

"If Miss Belle finds out that he is a liar in the end, how sad will she be? He is a fanatic who pursues beauty. How can he bear to make the beautiful Miss Belle sad?" Donna covered her forehead and subconsciously tried to defend the possibility she expected to see.

Clayton's next sentence destroyed the basis of this doubt.

"Child, do you think that people like him also pursue tragic beauty?"

Donna hesitated. She knew that Clayton's conclusions other than Morris being married were all speculations, but now she had to doubt Morris with him.

Morris just cited many examples of tragic beauty.

"We have to verify it."

She lifted her skirt slightly and rushed to the backstage with a big stride. Clayton followed slowly behind.

In the corridor outside the ladies' dressing room, Imera Belle, who had already removed her makeup, was holding flowers and listening to the confession of the handsome gentleman named Morris.

Frankly speaking, she couldn't help but be happy that she was welcomed.

When the waitress came to the dressing room, she said that there was a strange admirer outside, seeking the love of a lady, and he said that he wanted to see a lovely lady named Carlotta. When she was ruthless, she called herself Boudica, sometimes people called her elegant Ruth, sometimes she was called kind Leslie, and when she was an astrologer, Abigail was her name.

Imera Belle understood everything when she heard this. These names were exactly the roles she had played. If he didn't like her very much, this gentleman would never remember so many roles she played.

So as soon as she took off her makeup, she came to see this interesting admirer excitedly.

This meeting made her feel very pleasantly surprised. Mr. Morris looked extraordinary and elegant, not to mention his understanding of drama was so outstanding.

He praised her beauty and acting skills, and also saw her personal improvements to the details of the performance, praising this behavior for turning the old script into magic, and even said something about the extraordinary talent of drama that she herself could not realize.

He was her soulmate.

So when this strange gentleman, whom she met for the first time off the stage, half-knelt down and proposed to Imera Belle, she began to think about it sincerely.

But at this wonderful moment, someone interrupted them.

A beautiful black-haired girl in a red cape came trotting over with her skirt lifted, followed by a particularly tall gentleman. Their eyebrows and noses were very similar, and they seemed to be relatives. As soon as they came over, the girl hurriedly shouted at Mr. Morris.

"Mr. Morris, a servant was shouting everywhere in the audience just now, and we couldn't even rest."

"We called him to question him, and he said that his mistress was in a hurry to find her husband, and it was related to the theft of an important safe. We didn't know the name he gave, so we sent him away. But we thought about it later, and the image of the male host he described seemed very similar to you, so we decided to come anyway."

Before she finished her words, the elegant gentleman Mr. Morris, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the entrance of the stage.

It is no exaggeration to say that he ran faster than a rabbit.

Imela Belle hadn't reacted to what happened yet. She stared blankly at the back of her true love who suddenly disappeared into the distance and disappeared behind the door.

A few seconds later, the uncle and nephew of the Bello family laughed in unison. They laughed so hard in the corridor that they fell backwards and forwards, oblivious to the people around them.

"He ran so fast!"

Donna Bello wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't wipe them away. She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.

Clayton stood by and applauded her.

This time he didn't give Donna any instructions. She just thought of what she said.

"So what's going on?"

Poor Miss Imera Belle still didn't know what happened. It wasn't until they told her the truth that she realized that she was almost deceived by a playboy who intended to hunt for beauty. She immediately threw away the flowers in her hand and thanked them.

Walking out of the theater, Donna felt so happy.

There was a beautiful silk ribbon around her neck, which was a gift from Miss Imera Belle.

After justice was served, she liked everything and no longer mentioned the difference in ideas with Clayton. She taught the playboy who called himself Morris a lesson, but he also taught her a lesson, letting her know that those who are good at speaking can always hide the evil in their hearts.

His theory can refute Clayton, but it does not prevent him from being a bad person.

Morris can't deceive Miss Imera this time, but.

Donna stopped, she stopped at the side of the street, her expression suddenly became solemn, she looked at Clayton and asked for his opinion: "Should we get rid of Morris completely? I think he may become a leatherworker in the future."

The leatherworker she said is of course a kind of evil creature, born only to pursue beauty, and Morris seems to be qualified to be their reserve.

"No need." Clayton shook his head: "I have seen many such people. In the end, they all lost this passion and became mediocre people. Their evil is just mediocre evil, and they are not qualified to become evil creatures."

"Now there is no sheriff. Who else can punish them except people like us?" Donna said worriedly.

"We can look forward to the Royal Police."

Clayton was not very serious when he said this. To be fair, he did not believe in this kind of professional law enforcers. He had seen many Royal Police in black in Yaxin. They patrolled the capital day and night. Bribery was commonplace, and their attitude towards the poor was cold and ruthless.

And the existence of the Royal Police also meant another thing-tax increase.

Every policeman must be equipped with uniforms and weapons, including but not limited to batons and pistols, and there is also an independent clerical department. Such a large armed organization cannot be established solely by donations from the public. He didn't know how much money he would have to pay by then.

However, opening this institution is also good. At least it provides many positions. Many veterans that Clayton knows can apply for them. They have experience in maintaining public order and are not bad people. Maybe they can guide the moral atmosphere in the Royal Police.

If Bruno is still here.

Thinking of this old friend, Clayton sighed with regret.

Donna didn't know what he was thinking. She just felt that there was hope for the future and she was happy again.

"It's still early. Let's go somewhere else."

Clayton looked at the sky and it was still early.

"Let's go to the market to pick a horse for you so that you can take equestrian lessons." He said.

Donna was now sure that she was the happiest girl in the world, but after thinking about it, she decided to let Clayton take back this idea.

"If you want to take equestrian lessons, the horses at home are enough. There is no need to spend more money, right?"

Clayton refused: "Those are horses rented from the car dealership for a long time, not our horses. And they are draft horses for carrying goods, not suitable for riding."

Speaking of horses, Clayton looked different from before, and there was a sharp light in his eyes: "If you want to buy a horse, it is not cost-effective to go to the car dealership. You still have to go to those chaotic and noisy markets to see the horses raised privately by farmers and herdsmen. Now is winter, when livestock lose weight, even people who don't know much can tell whether it is a good horse by looking at the fat retained on the horses. The horse owners will be partial to good horses."

"But will anyone really sell horses now?" Donna was a little worried.

As Clayton said, it is winter now, and livestock are losing weight. Herdsmen don't often sell large livestock in winter because they become thinner, and such transactions often use the weight of meat as a weight in the transaction.

"Then let's go to another market." Clayton said, looking at his niece seriously: "You have to watch me when I choose the horse later. The Bello family has been raising horses for generations. Don't lose this skill."

When they arrived at the nearest market in a carriage, the dirt and animal feces all over the ground made them feel like they were back in South Brigga.

The messy stalls were not arranged in order, and a blanket on the ground could be used as a store, so the road became very crowded.

The vendors were all wearing winter clothes, standing or sitting, and in addition to the messy goods piled on the ground, they were all privately made handicrafts or soaps, maintenance oils, nuts, pickles, animal skins, second-hand clothes, and even self-prepared medicines of unknown efficacy. People who might be customers were loudly asking prices or whispering at the stalls. The larger vendors had carts piled with goods next to them. Their faces were more arrogant and the bargaining was louder.

A few children ran around in the gaps between the crowds, picking up coins on the ground that were not discovered by adults.

In the center of the crowd, they even saw a few old wizards with beards hanging down to their chests reading people's palms and selling amulets, but they didn't know if it was real.

All the idle people were smoking unscrupulously, and they smoked very hard, so the smell of smoke could cover the smell of feces, which might be their purpose.

There is also such a dirty place in the east of the city. Its appearance is not good compared to the buildings lined up one after another, but it retains a unique vitality.

However, Clayton and Donna are not going to the center. They are going to the edge of the market. The herdsmen from the surrounding areas of the city are staying there with their livestock. Most of them are full of sorrow. The cows, sheep, donkeys and horses behind them seem to be in the same mood as their owners. They only neigh once or twice occasionally to remind passers-by that they can come and buy them.

If they are not in urgent need of money, no one will come to sell livestock at this time, which will make a lot less money.

Clayton doesn't care how miserable the background of these herdsmen is. As long as he pays normally, he will be worthy of his conscience.

There are two horse dealers here, and they have a total of 14 horses, all tied in a similar position.

Clayton took Donna to the side of these horses, observing their torsos and postures. He would not buy any that were too thin or sick, and he would not buy an old horse or an ordinary draft horse.

He looked around and found that only five horses met his requirements.

He had to further screen.