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The two men duelling pointed their swords at each other in front of more than 20 people.

In order to see the other's movements more clearly, Clayton took off his sunglasses and threw them aside. George Silver saw his eyes and showed a trace of surprise on his face, but he quickly recovered and smiled disdainfully.

"So that's it, this is your trump card."

Clayton didn't say anything. He took a step forward with his right foot and adopted a fencing-like side-body posture, with the tip of the sword pointing at the other's head and his eyes on the other's shoulder.

George Silver closed his mouth and took the same posture.

Both of them looked at their opponents intently, moving slowly, looking for opportunities to attack in the other's movements. Their wrists and eyes were as steady as machines, but not to the point of being stiff.

Just by watching, it can be seen that they are not unfamiliar with duels, and can even be said to be familiar with them.

Their confrontation lasted for a minute, and no one expected that the victory or defeat would be decided in an instant.

The two people in the circle moved at the same time. The retired soldiers who were notaries could hardly see their movements. They could only see that their distance suddenly shortened, so fast that the onlookers almost thought they were distracted. At the same time, two silver lights flashed, and the space in front of the tavern returned to silence.

When the two people's movements slowed down again, they found that the sword in George Silver's hand had disappeared. He covered his neck and took two steps back. Blood surged from the place where his palm was covering, flowing on the dark blue boat coat, forming dark stains. The golden stars and crown on the collar were also stained red.

George looked at Clayton, opened his mouth, and then fell silently.

Clayton looked at his body, dropped the sword in his hand, then crossed his right arm in front of him, and slowly pulled out the sword stuck on it. Blood gushed out from the broken texture, covering the burn marks.

The sharp silver-plated blade passed through the ulna and radius, and cut a long distance in the muscle, almost splitting his arm in the middle.

"What a fast sword." Clayton praised, bending down and putting George's sword into its owner's arms.

Only Clayton felt George's sword. The young nobleman's skills were indeed good. The speed of moving the sword was faster than any enemy he had seen. However, perhaps he didn't want to be injured, or perhaps he realized that Clayton's arm was too long and it was difficult to get close to attack Clayton's vitals. George chose to use the sword to intercept Clayton's right arm holding the sword first, thinking that even if he couldn't stop the opponent, he could make the opponent lose the ability to control the weapon.

If it was before going to Wonderland, Clayton might indeed let go because of the pain, but now.

He has become accustomed to pain.

A wrong choice made George Silver ruin his life.

Seeing that the victory and defeat were decided, the people around cheered, and some people who had been medical soldiers came over to check Clayton's injuries.

However, such injuries are very serious for ordinary people, but Clayton can completely heal after two days of rest. George's sword is very sharp, so the wound is particularly smooth and easier to heal.

Clayton won the duel this time, but the fact that a registered officer looked down on retired soldiers still cast a haze on his heart.

Now there is no sheriff, and he is eager to deal with George's body, so he only did a simple bandage, and then hired a few carriages to take George Silver's body, suicide note and other witnesses to the original Sheriff's Office to register at the notary office there.

As for Henry Motto lying in the store, no one remembers him anymore.

The dead George Silver and Clayton shared a carriage. The dead young man no longer looked arrogant, but had a unique tranquility.

As the carriage bumped, the body also shook slightly, looking like it was about to come alive.

Clayton stared at its face and was distracted, thinking about what the deceased had asked.

He swore to keep it secret and not to use this information for profit, but he could still think about it.

This news made him feel strange.

"It might be a miracle." This was the confidential information George Silver told him.

This message was very short, so short that no matter how Clayton thought about it, he couldn't figure out how this news could help people.

Miracle, it sounds like it may refer to the special power possessed by the clergy, but it can also describe the probability of something happening is very small.

Who on earth would need such news?

Until the General Security Office, Clayton didn't figure it out.

A group of people carried the body and helped Clayton climb up to the floor where the notary office was located. The suicide notes of Clayton Bello and George Silver, the signatures of many witnesses, and the intact property on the body, all proved that this incident was not an evil murder, but a duel initiated by men to prove their honor.

Although the custom of dueling has declined in Dorne, the law still regards dueling as an exception.

Even if the military came and knew about this, they couldn't do anything to Clayton.

The notary office recorded this matter, and then the people sent George's body to the public cemetery for temporary placement. At the same time, they would notify the deceased's family to claim the body according to the address information on the suicide note.

After doing all this, Clayton said goodbye to the others and went home to recuperate.

Julius used his expertise as an alchemist to prepare some medicine for his wound. The next day, his arm was almost healed, so he was ready to fulfill his promise to George Silver before his death.

Coincidentally, the person George wanted to contact lived in Viodi, and he was on his way to Berdalabik.

And the inquiries sent to Berdalabik and Viodi finally received a reply--the corpse collectors in both places did not find the bodies suspected to be Ginger and Edgar.

Clayton calculated the time and decided to take Julius to Berdalabik in advance to see the situation.

He booked two train tickets, prepared a suitcase and a gun, asked Harrington, the butler, to take care of the house, and took the train with the wizard in the afternoon.

The fields around Sasha City were extremely beautiful. Clayton leaned back in his chair and tilted his head to appreciate the scenery flying outside the glass window in the sound of the whistle and the rhythmic wheels. Julius also looked out for a few times, but finally turned his head uncomfortably and chose to close his eyes and take a nap.

Late at night, the train stopped at a stop near a town, and some armed men patrolled outside the stop with lanterns.

In the past, passenger trains continued to run late at night, but now they are not allowed to do so.

Clayton suspected that this rule was established against the dark descendants. One of his ancestors took advantage of the night to cause serious damage to the railway, and the railway company could not help but prevent similar incidents from happening again.

The train started again in the early morning of the next day. At noon, they arrived at a key point in their journey. They needed to get off the train and rest in a nearby town for a night, and then cross the area to another train station.

Clayton jumped off the train neatly with his suitcase, and Julius almost fell down when he got off.

There were also some people who got off the train with them, all in a hurry.

There were also some tall and short people on the platform holding tall paper signs with thick lines on them saying that they would provide bag carrying and guide services.

"Watch your pockets." Clayton reminded the wizard in a low voice. His pockets naturally attracted a lot of malicious eyes.

There are all kinds of people in this place, and the most are thieves and liars.

At least a quarter of those Morrells were stealing under the guise of service, but the tall plainsmen were also untrustworthy, and there were also children running around in the corners of the station, all of whom were carrying razor blades or wires, which could hook open the pockets with a bump and scrape the "meat" clean like eating clams.

The lieutenant's dress did not seem to be easy to mess with, and most of the people in front of him voluntarily parted to make way for him.

Julius was also prepared. He took a newly bought cane and waved it frequently to the left and right to drive away all the dwarfs who approached.

If you look from a distance, you might think that this is a blind man using a cane to explore the way.

The two stayed in the hotel in this transit station town. The next plan was to rest for a night and hire a carriage the next morning to cross a distance of nearly 20 miles to reach the platform built by another railway company.

When he got indoors, he no longer had to think about the terrible train meal, and Julius finally recovered his spirit. On the way to the room, he asked Clayton: "So what message did the dead guy ask you to pass on?"

"This is confidential." Clayton said.

The wizard sneered at him: "How many times have you lied? You still care about a promise to a dead person, not to mention that he was killed by you."

"I swear in my name." Clayton did not get angry. His boots stepped out an echoing accent in the dark and narrow corridor: "I must abide by my own name when I swear. This is my principle. When I tell you my real name, you can absolutely believe me - as long as you don't play any tricks later."

"George Silver didn't play tricks on me, so I won't play tricks on him either."

"Strange principle." Julius commented.

"It's very strange, but people have to insist on something. We can't believe nothing, right?" Clayton stood at the door of his room, opened the door with the key, threw the suitcase on the bed, and then closed the door: "I'll go take a look around."

Julius wanted to open the door of his room, but when he heard him say that, he put his hand down and followed him.

Clayton was not going to do anything secret. He just went to the local pawnshop to check the prices of various items. There are many common business areas between the antique business and the pawnshop.

And his two lost assistants, Ginger and Edgar, might have come here for this reason. Perhaps he could find clues about their whereabouts here.

When he arrived at the pawnshop, the president looked exactly like other colleagues Clayton knew.

The eyes that were always squinting for valuation under the silver-rimmed glasses, the slightly open mouth seemed to be ready to recommend loan sharking services to people at any time, and the bald hair was needless to say, which made people think that their hair might be tied to their conscience, so they would be lost in the process of doing business.

When he heard the doorbell ring, the president put down the documents in his hand and waited for them to come over to greet him.

Clayton walked to the counter and suddenly smelled a familiar smell. His nostrils twitched and changed what he was going to say.

"Did a black-haired, green-eyed customer come just now?" he asked.

He smelled the scent of the "seller" who escaped from his hands.