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If there was any connection between Creighton Bello and Winston Jean Stewart, it was that they had been reluctantly in the same army.

That was when Clayton had just joined the army. The superior officer tried to unite the soldiers in the form of a hometown association, so he divided people of the same ethnic group together, but he obviously failed to figure out what people of different ethnic groups looked like. What the hell, it was a mistake to put the Bello brothers, a pair of Manses and Southbrigans, into a group of northern Fomor troops.

The Fomors are a nomadic people in Dorne. Although there are also black-haired ethnic groups, their living habits are completely different from their Mansian brothers.

Winston is a relatively normal one among them. He is a decent man, but a little too naive. His aristocratic background has become the basis for his arrogance, which makes the Bello brothers stay away from him.

Later, Clayton transferred to the Torrent Guards, but he never saw him again, but he heard some rumors about him before he was discharged. It is said that because he refused to obey orders and had a conflict with his superiors, he was stripped of his military status and put in jail. He lost both his honor and money.

"No way, I always have to eat, and Sasha City is a good place." Winston answered him.

Clayton looked at him again. These were not words that Winston would have said in the past. It seemed that after being in prison, this person was completely different from the past.

"This is really a good motive, but it's just not a coincidence. So what do you want me to do?"

"The necklace that Big Paul sold to you does not belong to him. According to our rules, it is the property of Easter Island. Our leader has sent a message asking us to take it back." Winston looked at him: " So, I hope you can give that necklace back."

The second-level warrant officer's tone was quite friendly when he saw the acquaintance, but his two men moved on their own initiative and surrounded the uncle and nephew.

Clayton sighed, he especially didn't want to mention that name in front of Donna.

"What if I say, I am a formal member of the Presbyterian Church?" He still carried the green handkerchief with him, and he took it out to show it at this moment.

He heard Winston gasp in annoyance, and the two tomb robber men looked at each other in confusion.

Paul the Great had said that Easter Island was under the protection of the Presbyterian Church. Clayton remembered this, and the effect of the statement at this moment was remarkable.

Winston was silent for a while, then said again: "I need to write a reply to our leader first and ask him."

"It seems that you don't have much left." Clayton commented. He looked at his old colleagues calmly: "Stop thinking about application reports and so on. I suggest you go back home immediately. Who wants to ask me for something? It won’t be too late for me to trade this necklace when I get back to the city.”

"Where can I find you?"

"No. 47 Lemon Street. By the way, is Big Paul still alive?" Lieutenant Zhuangzuo asked casually.

Most people would not ask this, it seemed offensive, but based on reality, Winston only felt that Clayton Bello was becoming more and more mysterious, but this did not prevent him from still using a rigid tone: "He is dead, public security When the magistrate discovered his trade and the corpse-wax amulet he had on him, he was hanged for desecration of the dead.”

This is the fate that a tomb robber deserves, Clayton nodded with satisfaction.

Julius said that the change of hands of the doomed jewelry would not enable the previous owner to escape misfortune. The misfortune he had experienced these days was fatal to ordinary people. He did not think that the fat tomb robber could Use your own ability to escape.

"As I expected, if you have nothing else to do, then go back quickly and save yourself from wasting time here."

If he guessed correctly, there must be a capable stranger next to the leader of Easter Island who discovered the cause of Big Paul's death. Otherwise, there would be no reason for such a cheap necklace to make the leader of Easter Island feel resentful.

The necklace is worth only 1 pound at most, while a corpse can be sold for 8 pounds. How could the tomb robbers who were protected by the Presbyterian Church care about this little money?

It’s just that they don’t know how they plan to take away the jewels of misfortune without being affected, or that their leaders don’t care about the possible risks to the recipients, or simply have only a partial understanding of the effects of the jewels of misfortune, so they neglect to take precautions. Clayton thinks More likely the latter two.

"Is this your daughter?" Winston asked, looking at Donna before she left. "Have you finally settled down?"

Clayton answered him coldly: "No, she is Ulen's daughter. I am her guardian now."

There was no way to hide this, Winston recognized the two Bello brothers, and Donna looked obviously more like Uren. Even if the lieutenant was lying here, he would be able to realize it on his own if he thought about it more.

"Then I'm sorry for disturbing you just now, Miss." Winston bowed and saluted Donna, then without any more greetings, he immediately turned around and left with his men, but still walked along the river bank. , it seems there is something else to do.

Clayton stared at the retreating figure. For a period of time, he was driven by desire and the pressure of death at the same time. He often looked for flowers, indulged in the fragrance of powder and the warm embrace, so he was looked down upon by the self-proclaimed decent Winston.

This was ridiculous enough, he knew it, and he regretted it now.

It's just that time has changed, and the libertine has become a rigid gentleman, trying to be a role model for the family, while the descendants of the nobles are working with tomb robbers, working hard. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

While he was sighing, his sleeve was suddenly pulled. Clayton turned his head and saw that Donna was looking up at him: "He knows my dad?"

Although he is his biological father, Donna still only understands Ulen by his first name. Thinking of this situation, Clayton couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"This guy has nothing to do with your father. He just served in the same company. By the way, where is the doctor who brought you here?" He was still thinking of scolding the doctor, but this guy actually took Donna to a hospital outside the town. Even if there is a mill nearby, it is still very dangerous near the woods. A wild boar as big as a dog can kill someone!

Donna pouted, wondering if she was dissatisfied with Clayton's answer.

"He went fishing."

Clayton turned around and looked around. No doctor could be found on the river bank wherever he looked. He didn't want to linger outside the town in search of the doctor, so he could only say bitterly: "Then I hope he doesn't catch any fish."

He led Donna back, keeping his eyes and nose working all the way, for fear of some wild beast popping out of the woods. At the same time, he was worried. The busyness of the past few days made him know that he could not deal with such a child alone. He had to Someone just needs to watch her.

Theoretically, the most suitable person to take care of the child is of course her mother, but Cuitis was a little hesitant.

"Donna, what on earth did your mother want you to do here?"

The little niece lowered her head and kicked up a pebble with the tip of her leather boots: "She didn't ask me to come. I came on my own. I always knew that Uncle Clayton was here, but you never sent us a photo. So I wanted to come and see you, see what you look like, and take a look at the excitement in the city."

Sure enough, she lied in the letter. The lieutenant snorted coldly and wrote Cuitis down again.

But at the same time, he also felt guilty because he never thought of sending photos to let his relatives know him.

The main problem is that Donna and Tritis live together. If he sends his photos, he may be misunderstood by the narcissist Tritis. He really doesn't want to cause any more disputes in this small family that is almost withered.

"Then where did she go?" Clayton asked. He always needed to know where to send letters.

"She goes to school," said Donna.

It took Clayton more than a dozen breaths to figure out this fact - the niece who should be studying at home ran to the city to play with her uncle, while the novice nun who had graduated from the mission school many years ago went back to school.

Because Tritis refused to become a nun and chose to marry Ulen, which offended the abbot of the monastery, Clayton knew that she was definitely not going back to the monastery to study.

Most likely she suddenly felt a sense of crisis and decided to learn a trade.

"It's too late to learn a craft now." Even though Donna was still in front of him, he couldn't help but sneered.

"Forget it, just tell me which school she is in, and I can send some money to improve her life."

He guessed that Cuitisi's ambition came from the decrease in income. Although he had handed over all the land rent income to her, the domestic land rent market itself was deteriorating year by year. They still rented the land to the people from the countryside, and they had the favor of being from the same town. , the price is lower than the market price.

Although this woman is not mentally normal, she still has an unshakable self-esteem and will not take the initiative to ask him for money - but she will not return the money after receiving it.

Donna shook her head: "No, Uncle Clayton, mom goes to school in the mountains and she can't receive your letter."

"In the mountains? Who would build a school in such a remote place? Did she go to a lumberjack school?"

Clayton wanted to ask again, but the familiar smell wafted from behind again.

He stopped, turned around with a frown, and saw a tomb robber who had just left him chasing him again.

The man in a tuxedo stopped about ten yards in front of them, panting slightly, and his eyes wandered back and forth on them.

"What else do you want?" Clayton asked in a deep voice.

The next moment, the tomb robber raised his gun at him.

"Throw the weapon on the ground and give me the necklace."

Clayton's wolf eyes tightened. He reached out to the side and pulled Donna behind him. There was anger in his voice: "I said, I'll come back to discuss the business with you after I finish my work."

"That's the agreement between you and Winston. I didn't agree to it. Throw down the weapon."

The lieutenant took off his revolver and threw it on the ground, while his eyes kept staring at him. In the middle of the enlarged yellow irises was a deep black hole, which was also the center of sanity and chaos.

"Don't you even care about the Presbyterian Church?"

"What the hell do you care about the Presbyterian Church? The same goes for Easter Island. No one can stop me from getting rich!" The tomb robber was trembling in his heart when he saw those eyes like muzzles, but then he was blinded by a stronger desire. , inspired courage. He raised his gun arm harder, stared at them, bared his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and give me that necklace!"

"It seems that the buyer didn't tell you what it means." Clayton said as he took a tentative step forward and tried to subdue the other person nearby, but the tomb robber was very sensitive to this behavior and immediately pointed the gun at him. Head: "Back off! Then throw the necklace over. Don't tell me it's not on you. If so, I will have no choice but to search the little girl."

The muzzle of his gun raised slightly, then lowered again.

The lieutenant's eyebrows lowered, which was obviously a sign of bad luck. He blamed himself for having implicated Donna in such a situation.

At this distance, he could ensure his own safety, but he couldn't dodge with Donna.

"Don't do this, let her leave and I will take you to get the necklace. It's really not on me now."

"It's in town?!"

The tomb robber's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he was very dissatisfied with this answer.

Only here and now can he have the opportunity to enjoy the wealth alone. If the thing is really in the town, he must kill these two people and start looking for it again.

"No, it's by the river. I've had bad luck since I got this necklace, so I thought about putting it back to make the bad luck go away. But only I know the location. If you hurt this girl, I Swearing will make you never find it." Clayton quietly made up a new lie, but in fact the necklace was on him.

The grave robber tried to find traces of the lie on his face, but the genuine anger overshadowed it.

"I can make some concessions, but this girl must stay here." He raised his gun and tried to change the target, but Clayton's body completely covered the little girl, making him unable to threaten him. Pointing a gun at her loses some of its proper atmosphere.

"Little girl, if I find something, I will naturally send him back intact, but if we find you are not here when we come back, I will shoot him. Do you understand?"

"Do as he says, Donna, and I'll come back safe," Clayton whispered.

Donna's reply came from behind him.

"I understand, uncle."

The tomb robber was finally satisfied. He raised his chin and still pointed his gun at Clayton: "You go ahead."

"certainly."

Clayton gave him a stiff smile.