Chapter 203: Going Back on One's Word

Donna was still thinking about the treasure. After hearing this very different order, she pulled her skirt and asked back blankly: "Why? Didn't we just say we were going to find the treasure?"

"If beauty and wisdom can be exchanged, you really should use your face to exchange for some wisdom. It looks too much."

Julius sneered unhappily, but still explained Clayton's concerns implicitly. "Who else has been to the swamp? The tomb robbers on Easter Island are the helpers he hired! But do you think he will really pay those criminals?"

Clayton nodded seriously to agree with the wizard's meaning. He had smelled Winston's scent in this house before, but only connected them when Schmidt mentioned this matter.

Donna opened her eyes wide, and she realized what the other party meant.

"So he will kill them in the end, right? Because they are tomb robbers, so it is not illegal to kill them?"

"I think this is very likely." Clayton said coldly: "As your guardian, I need to keep you away from such dangerous people."

"But I don't think he is such a person."

Clayton thinks Schmidt is, because he is such a person.

"Maybe, but I don't want any accidents in this matter. Although our family is not rich, it is not to the point where we have to ignore everything for money. Even if there is no treasure, we can live a life without worries of food and clothing."

Watching Clayton educate his niece, Julius curled his lips beside him. He couldn't stand such overly cautious behavior. According to the style of the antique dealer who retreated in everything, he would sooner or later die of poverty as a helper.

However, the situation should improve after Donna goes to school.

After all, Xin Jiani Women's College is a boarding school. Without this little girl next to him, Clayton's enterprising spirit will be fully released.

Clayton finally persuaded Donna to stop thinking about the treasure, but the girl turned her eyes and asked him another embarrassing question: "I won't insist on treasure hunting, but I want to know what you just said about making the gemstone mine legal? I haven't heard of it being done this way."

She just switched her brainpower that was thinking about the treasure to other places, but she found a big problem as soon as she switched.

Hearing her ask this, Clayton suddenly felt hot all over.

He thought he was not a good person, but the fact did not mean that he would not feel embarrassed when his relatives found out about this. He regretted being tempted by money just now and said such a brainless thing. This was really retribution.

He raised his hand and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead: "Well, this"

In the embarrassment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and spoke fluently: "This is actually due to the consideration of implicit business rules. This kind of precious goods of unknown origin will be restricted when sold in the market. Unless the price is very low, regular gem merchants would rather spend a little more money to buy the raw ore with the seal of the mining company. The fundamental problem lies in the long-term trust cost"

Donna was indeed led astray. She no longer asked about the problem of the method itself, but focused on the more general rules of business activities.

The wizard rolled his eyes in her blind spot.

"That's right, but specifically, the method of providing certificates for raw gems of unknown origin is not difficult, at least not as high as your uncle's method of making antiques."

Although it is still in the cooperation stage, based on Clayton's repeated interruptions to earn extra money, Julius felt that he should not be allowed to get through the difficulties so smoothly.

Donna was attracted back: "Antiques can also be made?"

She looked at Clayton in surprise.

Clayton glared at Julius fiercely: "Julius, you'd better be careful with what you say. The rare objects I make are no different from the originals in terms of manufacturing process except for the lack of historical sedimentation. They are also precious works of art, and every buyer who comes to the store knows the year of their production."

"Just like the name of my store - 'Rusted Silver Coins'. Because silver will not rust, there are no real goods in the store. Unless someone I know introduces it, I don't sell real goods at all."

But if someone doesn't see this detail and still makes a purchase, Clayton doesn't mind collecting the extra money for them.

Donna's eyes lit up.

"This business code is really clever!"

Seeing her reaction, Julius was speechless.

"Get up! Get up! You lazy bastards!"

One of the most alert members of the Salvation Army kicked and beat his companions. The shoddy single room in the country hotel was now crowded with people, and there were two people lying under the bed. The sunlight shone through the long-deformed and leaky curtains, but it was not enough to naturally wake up these sleepy people who had been fleeing for two days.

Only one of his companions woke up, but he did not appreciate his help. He squinted his eyes and blocked the sunlight with one hand and cursed: "Shit! Francis, what are you crazy about?"

Francis ignored him and turned to kick another person: "You idiots, have you forgotten what we have to do?"

"Contact person, find that fucking contact person!" He yelled.

All the rebels who were lying motionless woke up, but they didn't want to get up. Nearly ten human bodies were twisting on the floor, sighing and groaning one after another, as energetic as caterpillars in spring.

Some people were not affected by the sound and only sat up in fear after being kicked: "The warlord has found us?! Are we going to be shot?!"

"Not yet, but if we delay any longer, we can't say for sure."

Seeing this group of stinking defeated soldiers still writhing, Francis was furious. Even though he was one of them, his status as Second Lieutenant Charles' adjutant still allowed him to retain a sense of pride and pride in his heart. He is reserved and thinks he is qualified to give orders to these troubled brothers.

"There is no post office in the local area. The post office in the city must send someone to pick up the mail every month. The next time someone is sent will be the day after tomorrow. Our wanted order will be sent by then!"

The shouting worked as expected. The defeated soldiers all got up, and several soldiers immediately rushed towards him and covered his mouth.

"Calm down, brother Francis, you are just trying to inform the hotel owner of our identity by shouting like this."

When they let go of Francis, he said coldly: "The innkeeper is not in the hotel now. Someone called him away, and the other guests are not here either. This hotel is deserted."

The Salvation Army members in Sasha City were very surprised by this news.

"Then what do we have for breakfast?"

"It seems that there is no cook here. The boss is the cook. If he is not here, none of us can cook."

Francis looked at the panicked faces and wanted to hit them one by one: "It's already noon! You idiots!"

"Of course we have to eat at noon."

"But we have no money!" Francis roared: "We spent all our money just to rent these three shabby rooms, and now we have to find the contact person that the university professor said! Otherwise we will have to starve. "

The other soldiers didn't understand why he reacted so violently, and one soldier stepped forward to comfort him.

"Brother Francis, don't be so excited. We still have the hands and feet to steal. If that doesn't work, we can just grab a handful and leave, leaving a mark for the contact to come to us."

"I wouldn't be so angry if I could do that, Wade."

Francis took a deep breath. These companions of his were oversleeping and were not fully awake at the moment. He had to endure this.

"While you were sleeping, I had already gone to the town to inquire about the news. Although there is no sheriff in this town, there are many hunters. Especially recently, they seem to have monsters coming here. These hunters have all armed themselves and organized Patrol. If we had a conflict with them here, even if we could win, a lot of people would die, and we wouldn't be able to escape. They are much more familiar with this forest than we are."

His eyes scanned the silently listening faces: "Moreover, I have reason to suspect that Asran, who disappeared last night, did not leave on his own, but was dragged away by the monster in their mouths."

"But we didn't hear anything before we found out he disappeared." A soldier named Levin said.

Francis blew his nose. It was red due to the air-conditioning outside and it was itching: "Those country people said that the monster came and went silently and had the ability to release gas to make people sleepy. Maybe it used this ability to quietly Attacked Asran silently, otherwise he should have greeted us when he left."

The rest of the Salvation Army members became more awake and started talking among themselves.

They originally did not believe that there were any monsters in this world, until those single-clothed, barefooted ascetics with bloody scars attacked them from the end of the street.

That was the first time they saw someone immune to bullets.

They knew very little about Lieutenant Charles’s guest, Professor Christopher Camping Tinora, but they were certain that the doomsday seeker sect to which he belonged also had extraordinary powers. Although his companions were not as strong as those who came out of the monastery, Those monsters, but also because of their numerical disadvantage.

If they had that kind of power to assist them, they might be able to eliminate the horrible melody that rings in their ears from time to time.

The Salvation Army once had thirty members in Sasha City. They were all people who could hear "the devil's call". Because they were affected by such auditory hallucinations while serving in the colony, they were judged by their superiors to be unfit to continue their rotation in the colony. They were uniformly sent to this remote place in the countryside, and they also had their accomplices in other cities, or should they be called "patients."

The chaplain checked their bodies, but found nothing, and could not eliminate the "calling" that rang in their ears from time to time.

They themselves know that that kind of rhythm and rhythm cannot be produced by the voices of animals or any musical instruments.

The weird and harsh sound can almost scratch their souls, making them unable to help tearing their skin and flesh, but while it brings pain, it also makes them feel extremely familiar and kind. And when this "devil's call" sounds, no matter where they are, they can hear the call at the same time. Therefore, they have no doubt about the power behind the sound.

If even the clergy cannot detect this voice, then the being who sends them the message is either the most evil monster or the most holy Holy Spirit.

Before the former compatriots and the ascetic monks of the Sincere Brotherhood united to kill themselves, the Salvation Army of Sasha City still held on to the latter's expectations. Now they have abandoned their illusions and are determined to fight against the devil they sensed.

Even if the price of exorcising this devil is to invite another devil, they will not hesitate.

"House of Troubles"

This was the name of the branch of the sect that Christopher had told them.