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"Have you been using this gun?"

Clayton's fingertips brushed against the notch on the gun body, his nose twitched, and the smell of gunpowder smoke had already merged with it.

"I haven't used it, it's always been like this." Mary took a sip of her wine, her tone as cold as a man talking about work. "There was no war in the area where my father served at the time of his death, so I wanted to know what the circumstances of his death were. I sent letters to his old unit to ask, but his superiors offered nothing but empty condolences. There was no explanation and I was refused permission to meet him."

"What is your father's military rank and where does he serve?"

Clayton thought thoughtfully and handed the revolver back to her.

"He was a second lieutenant. He had been serving in the Saba province in the east before his death. The troops he belonged to changed frequently. Sometimes he was in the Highlanders Regiment and sometimes he was in the Red River Regiment. I sent letters to inquire about him, but there was no result. My father’s normal job was to protect local rail transport, but of course, that’s just what he told us.”

Edom is a small country in the south, but it is also an area controlled by the Kingdom of Dorne.

Compared to Edom, Laurent, who served in Creighton, had to cross the sea to get there. The distance between the two places was too far, and his own transfers were not frequent. Therefore, he must have never met Mary's father during his service, unless The other party also participated in the military parade many years ago.

"I can't help you. He served too far away from me," he refused.

Why Mary still had doubts about her father's death was something he didn't understand, but if there were really special factors behind the cavalryman's death, he didn't think he could find out with his own power.

This is not impossible.

These troops stationed abroad do not fight against Taunton and the locals all day long. Sometimes their superiors will "sell" them and make a profit.

The so-called "sale" means using soldiers as mercenaries and renting them to rich people or large companies as guards. Soldiers who were strong and well-trained were so popular that it became almost a stable industry. Mid-level and senior military officers are happy to do this, because most of the local places worth grabbing have owners. If you want to make a fortune, you must first invest existing resources as capital.

There is no doubt that soldiers are such a resource that cannot be used up or used up. Newspapers call them "fearless iron men".

Because this service will inevitably occupy the rare vacation time of the soldiers who are away from home and prevent them from meeting their relatives. Even if they have money, not many people are willing to take it.

But it doesn't matter if the soldiers are unwilling. Military law stipulates that subordinates must obey their superiors, and the army's specialty is to make unwilling people "obedient."

Since all laws in the colony were enforced by the military, regulators at the rear of the kingdom were unable to change the situation.

Creighton had seen the consequences of rebels, who were sent to fight in the most dangerous places and whose accommodation was moved from houses to boxes, so he complied - which meant that when his parents died, he couldn't even take time off to return. The family attended a funeral, and all the errands that should have been handled by him were pushed to Tritis.

As for now, although he doesn't know Marietta's father, he also knows that he must be someone who often accepts special arrangements.

This Ranger revolver is proof of that.

The armed forces of the colonies were to be downgraded, and soldiers could only use backward flintlock weapons.

If a soldier used a gun capable of repeating fire for a long time in the colonies, he must have been heavily involved in covert and apparently illegal missions.

Clayton purchased his own gun at his own expense after the Roland War.

In the army, things that violated the system, morals and soul occurred again and again, and the trust he had in his youth had long been destroyed. This is also the reason why he never thought of returning to the army to seek help after learning about the influence of the other world, even if there would definitely be a place where he would receive a fighting force like his.

Mary stared into his eyes, her fingers holding the wine glass so hard that they turned slightly white. This answer was not what she wanted.

"But you are both cavalry troops. Maybe there is some connection between you?"

"Miss, there are many types of cavalry. The cavalry in Mesri still ride camels, and the cavalry in some countries also ride elephants. We are different."

Clayton understood her thoughts. When he first learned about the death of his brother Ulen, he was in disbelief. He thought the person responsible for counting the bodies had made a mistake until his parents told him in a letter that the ashes and military medals had been delivered. Only then did he believe that this was indeed the case.

"Thank you for the wine, but I can't help you."

Mary was silent.

The two stopped talking and just kept drinking, like two contestants competing in a drinking contest. They even gradually formed a small crowd in the beer hall, only six or seven people, and a small gambling game was opened. .

By the time the drink was finished, Mary's face was flushed, while Clayton remained unchanged, causing a small cheer among the onlookers.

The female sheriff staggered to her feet and turned to the door. Clayton also stood up and helped her through the crowd.

As soon as I arrived outside the beer hall, the cold wind blew by, which made me sober.

He let go of his hand, and Mary stood up straight immediately, but the red color on her face did not fade away.

"Mr. Clayton Bello, what on earth are you and Galeed doing?"

"I don't know what he is doing. As for myself, I am just trying to find a peaceful life."

Mary looked up at him: "Do you think the person Galed asked me to kill was worthy of death?"

She was still thinking about these things. The performance of Sylvia and a group of friends made her realize that monsters can control themselves, and the transformation process is not contagious. They are not patients. So now she is not sure whether she was right or wrong in following Galid's instructions to execute those dark descendants.

If those she killed could still be saved, how should she feel about herself?

Clayton also couldn't answer this question, because he was preparing to kill someone tonight, and if he thought too much, his movements would be slow.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" He changed the subject.

"I don't really want to see him right now."

"But he knows more than me, and I must not have been in contact with him longer than you."

"That's why I don't want to see him."

Clayton asked, "Then why do you believe what I say?"

The female sheriff’s answer was unexpected and natural: “Because you reported to the Sheriff’s Department after killing someone.”

This is obvious. A new member of the world who is willing to surrender after killing someone must be simpler than Galid who has been using her for a year.

Clayton didn't know if he should be happy for this reason.

But then Mary was silent for a few seconds: "Were you the one who was watching in front of the club that day?"

Although she still used questions, she was already certain that Clayton was the one who beat her.

This is some kind of intuition.

Of course, plus the information provided by Galeed.

Clayton was surprised, but he didn't intend to continue lying to her.

One lie must be compensated by another. I am afraid he will be a regular visitor to the Sheriff's Department in the future, and Marietta may also join the Presbyterian Church. If you don’t want to go to great lengths to make up stories every time you communicate, it’s better to admit it now.

"I apologize for my rude behavior that day, but you deserve it." Clayton said bluntly.

Mary didn't make excuses. She lowered her head and admitted this: "That was indeed my fault. You don't need to apologize. Now I just want to know what were you going to do?"

"I have determined that the dancers there are influenced by the Holy Grail Society. If they have just a little problem, I will persuade them to leave through negotiation. If they insist on helping my enemies, then I can only kill them. This is inevitable thing."

Knowing Clayton's attitude, she was relieved: "Then don't worry, they will not interfere with you and the Holy Grail Society anymore. I will guarantee them."

The lieutenant thought about what he had learned last night and told her: "I have found what I want, and I will not look for them again. You can also tell them this to reassure them, but don't come back before the Founding Day." Open for business.”

"I will." Mary smiled: "And, thank you."

Clayton didn't know the reason for her thanking him, but he accepted the thank you for the time being.