The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 342 A Full Schedule
After entering the city, the uncle and nephew Bello separated from the others. Julius took the two women to see Galide, while Barbara and Pero were taken to another stronghold by the coachman. Clayton believed that the Presbyterians could handle the follow-up matters.

As for himself, he stood in front of the door, took out the key that was already slightly unfamiliar to him and inserted it into the keyhole.

But when the door opened, his cheerful mood disappeared.

"Shit." Clayton said, looking at the mess in the house.

"Shit," Clara echoed, and when she saw the pieces of the fish tank where she lived lying on the ground, 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 there were uninvited guests at home, Clayton thought these people were just here to rob, but now it seems that this group of people were deliberately causing trouble.

He walked through every room. The chairs and tables in the living room were overturned, the cupboards in the bathroom were opened, the caps of all the perfume bottles inside were unscrewed, and a lot of the perfume evaporated. The bookshelf in the study was completely knocked over, and the books were scattered all over the floor. The decorative armor was broken into parts and scattered on the wrinkled carpet.

And of course, the cash was gone too.

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

The furniture wasn't broken, but the effort it took to restore it to its original state was more annoying to him than the disappearance of the cash.

It seemed like the gang was looking for something in his house and robbing was just a convenience.

He went out to his landlord, Mrs. Ross, and knocked on the door, wanting to ask what was going on, but there was no response from behind the door and 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 one that Mrs. Ross had left for him, which explained where she was going.

Mrs. Ross's son, an active-duty officer, sent someone to pick her up. She would never come back here because she thought that gang fighting was causing the slums to expand in St. Morede Parish, and it would become unsafe and cheap. She also persuaded Clayton to move away in a letter because he had female family members and needed to pay special attention to safety issues.

It won't be long before she sells the property here, as a soldier's widow has made an agreement with her to buy it with her husband's sacrifice allowance.

This news once again urged Clayton to decide to move.

Mrs. Ross did not mention the break-in at Clayton's house, however, so she may have left before that.

Mrs. Ross was gone, and worse, the water supply inexplicably stopped, so Clayton couldn't take a shower in his own home, which was too much for a returning traveler. 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 was swaying in the cold wind. The windows of the antique shop were clean and bright, and the electric lights were shining brightly. The beautiful light made the goods in the glass counter almost look like works of art, turning the antique shop into a museum. But except Miss Charlotte, there was not a single customer to be seen here.

"Mr. Bello! And the little lady!"

The female assistant, who had been doing nothing, stood up in surprise.

Donna rushed over to hug her, while Clayton walked to the table and looked through the account books.

During the time he was away, not many transactions were made in the store. Although the antique business is usually quiet but actually a thriving business, the recent records of face-to-face transactions are pitifully few, as if all amateurs interested in antiques in Sasha City have disappeared.

Although face-to-face transactions account for only a small part of Clayton's business, he still has reason to be resentful.

He had placed an advertisement in the newspaper, how could the market treat him like this?

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

"A gentleman was shot at the gate not long after you left. Now there's no sheriff patrolling, so no one dares to go near here."

"Gangsters?"

"Yes."

Clayton now felt that the two rows of gallows he had seen before were actually quite pleasing to the eye. The Doomsday Seekers had caused quite a bit of chaos here, and as the year was drawing to a close, the sheriff was going to be abolished again. The people in the city were in a state of panic, and there must be many gang members who were planning to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

The deserted business of his store is the best evidence.

However, the assistant's choice was not very rational.

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

Charlotte broke free from Donna's embrace and argued anxiously, "How can that be? You gave the store to me, and I have to take good care of it. If there is no one in the store, robbers will definitely rob it."

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

The insurance claim service he bought before the final battle with Athena Brugo would not expire until next summer. Before that, he would not suffer any loss if this place was burned down.

Charlotte was speechless and became depressed.

Clayton changed the subject: "Of course, in recognition of your bravery, you can take a week off from now on. It's a paid vacation." Charlotte bit her lip nervously: "Our income and expenditure have already..."

"That's what I need to consider." Clayton interrupted her. "I have another batch of goods here. Once we process them, we can balance the income and expenditure. You just need to contact the helpers who are still out of town and review whether their quotes for the new goods are reasonable."

Selling antiques and handicrafts to the locals of Sansha is not Creighton Bello's main business. His biggest source of income comes from the largest cities in the Kingdom of Dorne.

He had some friends there, who could provide him with information about the preferences of the upper class, and he could make money by simply purchasing goods according to the information and selling them there.

According to his current earning rate, the losses in the second half of this year are still within his tolerable range. Only the loss of the Mosquito Slayer is enough to make him feel distressed.

However, after hearing Clayton's confident instructions, Charlotte looked even more troubled.

"Sir, there is one more thing. We can't contact two people."

"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 it weren't for the problem with the local post office, their current situation would be more worrying.

"Did their last letters say where they went?"

Charlotte's answer was quick: "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 are those two men for? Did you send them to kill someone, 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 nearby: "They are just ordinary helpers. My shop does not provide services of exchanging heads for money - can't you just sit on the chair?"

Donna finally found a chair and moved it across from Clayton's desk. "Why not expand it? Your helpers have to run around anyway."

Clayton seemed to be recognizing her for the first time, and his hand paused as he was pulling open the drawer.

"Why would you think that? This is a criminal act?"

"But there are always 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 monopolize 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 action 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 then took out the flintlock pistol whose position had changed and put it under his nose to sniff it 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 assassins, and I don't do business at a loss. Secondly, I'm currently working for a super criminal organization that secretly controls the fate of the city, so please be polite when you speak."

Donna stopped talking. She leaned over the table depressedly, with her chin pressed on the center of the map.

Clayton wanted to push her head away, but when he looked closely, he saw that her chin was just pressing on that "Berdalabik", so he didn't have to bother looking for it.

He placed his index finger next to the name and looked downward for a reference city, and soon saw another familiar name close by.

Weiodi.

He remembered this city. Elder Gronie 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 Elder Council in order to leave Wonderland and promised to assume more obligations, so he could not join that clan. If they knew his relationship with the Elder Council, there might be risks.

But was it necessary for him to go there for the missing helper?

This was not an unnecessary thought. If Clayton wanted to go to Berdalabik, he had to pass through Weiordi.

Attend funeral, move, renovate, arrange for Donna to go to school, wait for the Presbyterian Church to issue tasks, wait for the church to interrogate, contact the missing helper
Things in this world are too complicated, and not all problems can be solved by violence. Clayton almost regrets leaving Wonderland.

"Are they in danger?" Donna asked, sitting up. She noticed that Clayton's face looked unusual.

“Everything is dangerous.”

"But what dangers could there be for an antique dealer's purchasing worker?"

Clayton looked at his niece deeply and said, "Purchasing deals can't always be concluded."

"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 changed his mind. The two of them quarreled, and the male owner picked up a shovel beside him and shoveled off half of his head."

"After that, I told them to work together in pairs, which is 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."