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A brilliant inventor.

Clayton said of Alexander Ilevin.

Although he knew that there must be a very important reason why George Silver came all the way to find this person, but the button for war? How could such a thing be in the hands of a mechanical engineer?

He wouldn't even think about this possibility.

After fulfilling George Silver's last wish, Creighton can finally begin investigating Ginger and Edgar for clues.

Veodi is different from Sasha. The population here is more densely populated. The original security system has been replaced. The Royal Police has branches in every area here.

The newly introduced "Parish Constables Act" allows the government to recruit temporary workers to serve as police officers, and also has provisions that give priority to the recruitment of retired soldiers.

On the streets, policemen holding hazel sticks are not uncommon. They wear blue and black helmets similar to military uniforms, and have warning sounders on their waists that Clayton also used when he served in the colony. It looks like They have also received training, and may be retired soldiers, but they appear to be unfamiliar with their current work and are obviously not yet accustomed to their new status.

Clayton tried to trust this agency for once, so he first went to the police station to report the crime, hoping that the police could help find his two helpers.

He was then told the police department couldn't create a file without a victim.

In other words, the police here are not responsible for finding missing persons.

However, the chief here allowed Clayton and Julius to visit the prison. He told them that there were some evil criminals there who did not want to be identified and spoke like drunken madmen.

They walked around the prison, but Clayton didn't see any truly vicious criminals.

There are only a large group of bruised and swollen Morel people and equally bruised and swollen Plains people. It is said that they are workers in the same factory and belong to different unions. Because they had different opinions on salary requirements, the factory owner decided to fire all the plainsmen. Then they fought on the spot with the Morel people who wanted a lower price. Both groups were sent to jail by the police who arrived.

Until they were locked up in prison and assigned to different cells, they were still chattering and insulting each other.

Clayton has seen this kind of thing a lot. Just like in Wonderland, the Morel people are not good at fighting alone, so they always form gangs. And because of their small bodies, their daily necessities expenses are much less than that of the plains people. , but their strength is no worse than that of the plainsmen. It is cheaper to hire three Morel men than two plainsmen.

This innate quality makes the Morel people like a fish in water in this industrialized era, and they are perfect workers.

But neither Ginger nor Edgar were Morel.

Clayton's helpers need to communicate with people and negotiate prices, which are not skills that Morel people are good at.

He tried his luck and described the faces of Ginger and Edgar to the prisoners, but he did not expect that they actually knew one of them.

"One of the people you mentioned should be Edgar. He is indeed one of ours." A plain man said.

The Morel people's cell opposite suddenly started yelling and cursing again: "Fart! Edgar is obviously one of ours. Although he is from the plains, his heart is as good as that of the Morel people. He is completely different from you!"

Not to be outdone, the people from the plains responded with some filthy words.

During their argument, Creighton finally sorted out Edgar's respective roles on both sides.

Among the Plainsmen, Edgar was a relative of one of these people named Mike, and had copied union leaflets for them for free.

As for the Morel people, Edgar had helped them when they were still working as miners. The old items from the old Morel people's homes were given to him, and he could immediately get enough to buy a new item. For money, this is not possible in other local antique stores.

They all had contact with Edgar last month, but they did not know that Edgar later went to Boda Labick in the north with another person, and naturally they did not know about his disappearance.

Creighton took Julius out of the prison and continued to the police morgue in this area to look for traces of the workers.

The corpses in the morgue are of all kinds. There are child cleaners who got stuck in the chimney and suffocated, an old man who was hit by a carriage, a woman who suddenly collapsed in the middle of the road possibly due to illness, and a worker who was killed by a leakage of electricity from a production machine.

But these are not the people Clayton is looking for.

"Are there any other bodies?" he asked the officer guarding the morgue.

The police officer shook his head and suggested that he go to the police stations in other districts to identify the person.

Clayton and Julius could only keep searching.

In the process the wizard became increasingly agitated.

He has never seen these two people, and he doesn’t know where they live. He can’t find their belongings, let alone their body parts. Due to the lack of these ritual materials, he only has the technology and magic power of divination, but he can’t do anything about it. Ginger and Edgar were doing fortune-telling and could only run around in vain on two legs until they were exhausted. He had never felt so useless.

Just as useless as mortals.

He lowered his head and suddenly stopped on the broad road: "We walked all over this city just to find two workers you hired casually?"

Clayton also stopped and saw the wizard's thoughts. He warned: "First of all, we did not travel throughout the city, we only went to two police stations. Secondly, they acted according to my instructions. If they disappear, I must be responsible for finding them and even compensate their families in the most unfortunate circumstances.

"You just sent them to collect rags, not to fight. Accidents are not your responsibility."

Faced with Julius's persuasion, Clayton remained indifferent.

"Look, Julius, I know things haven't gone well so far, and I've done some embarrassing things myself, but that doesn't mean I'm giving up. If you don't want to do it, you can leave now. I I’ll pay your travel expenses.”

The wizard immediately denied his original intention: "I'm not feeling tired, but don't you think it's very inefficient like this?"

"It's the most efficient thing to do now," Creighton said. "Have you ever seen the city map marked with the station? Our location is moving north, just on the direct route from the train station to Boda Rabick. . I didn’t search every police station, only the most important routes. Before nightfall, we could also go to the car rental agency and the bar in the north to check for information.”

He had planned everything unconsciously.

Julius sighed tiredly and said nothing. He could make no more excuses.

He thought that after Donna went to school, Clayton would be able to do big things, but it turned out that first the engineer who only went to see him for the sake of death, and then two ordinary workers, and a wizard who graduated from Strath did these jobs. , he would rather repeat Gevo's dangerous situation again, at least it would make him feel that he still has value.

"Let's do this." Clayton suddenly said: "We have been together for so long, and we have a friendship of fighting together. If you want to learn any skills from me, I can teach you for free."

This was a bit interesting, and Julius was moved.

Clayton is always trustworthy to his companions, and this advantage is evident at this moment.

Julius had no doubt of Clayton's sincerity, and once again he kept pace with the other man, calculating in his mind.

He first thought of Clayton's physical fitness. Although he didn't want to get into such a shape, no man would admit that he was too weak to fight with others. Then he thought about equestrianism. Of course, elegant riders were also very popular in the upper class.

Or perhaps it was Clayton's understanding of weapons technology. Swordsmanship and shooting were good, but considering the possibility of frequent injuries during practice, he felt a little discouraged.

He thought about it and started to get entangled again.

Although he couldn't think of what to study for a while, he did feel motivated to continue working.

When they arrived at the second police station, the situation was different from before.

It was obviously surrounded by high-end apartments, but there were not many police officers on the street. When they arrived at the police station, the place looked messy. Many iron cabinets used to store documents were piled on the floor of the reception hall. They stood at the door and had not yet arrived. Before they had time to talk to the policeman responsible for receiving the people, a senior policeman with black hair, black eyes and a flat cap walked out angrily from the deeper passage and bumped into them.

The reason why they said he was a senior police officer was because they didn't know his position, but he wore epaulettes, which made him look more senior than the police officers who received the people.

"What are you doing here?" He stopped in front of them.

Clayton spoke as before: "I am a businessman from out of town. Two of my workers have disappeared near here. One is named Ginger and the other is named Edgar."

What he said was exactly the same as last time, but the senior policeman was not as casual as the people in the previous police station, nor did he suggest that they go to the prison or the morgue. Instead, he nodded with a matter-of-fact expression:

"Yeah, it's like that again. I don't find it strange anymore. People often go missing here. There are at least five or six every month. Sometimes there are double digits. There are foreigners and locals."

"Is disappearance so common here?" Julius asked.

"At least it's been common in the records here. They disappeared completely and not even a single bone was found." The policeman said, "If you want to try your luck at the morgue, I can accompany you. ”

"Then please lead the way." Clayton said.

"Chief Albert! What are you talking about to the people?!" A policeman who looked more senior came out of the aisle. He interrupted their conversation, his sharp eyes like a falcon staring at the man who had just spoken to Clayton. The black-haired policeman glanced at Clayton and Julius again.

"Even if you leave the military, you should know how valuable order is, and don't let your curiosity ruin your work."

"Our primary purpose now is to enhance people's confidence in us, rather than spreading exaggerated rumors, which can only make them panic."

The policeman known as Captain Albert subconsciously made a straddling posture. After the more senior policeman finished disciplining him, he nodded solemnly as a farewell, turned and walked out of the hall.

Clayton and Julius followed him.