Chapter 214 Donna's Assault

Clayton was not going to investigate any further.

They killed the leatherworker but concealed the matter. Even if it really had an owner, he should be wary at this moment and would not take action rashly again until he knew their details.

After that, as long as they returned to the city, a mere wizard could do nothing to them.

In the next free time, he guided Donna to deal with business matters, including the system rules of market prices and human contact,

After the binding ceremony, the werewolf's habits had an even deeper impact on Clayton. It's just that he still lacks understanding of werewolves. He is still accustomed to the human identity, but his identity will be exposed sooner or later. How to maintain his social identity in this situation is also very important for werewolves, so he decided to return to the city. After purchasing a new home, he went to Wei Aodi to contact the Black Claw clan. Those same clansmen who gained power by relying on their werewolf identities might be able to provide him with some experience.

And in December, he must ensure that Donna can understand the ledger while he is away, and at least be able to solve part of the work with the assistance of Miss Charlotte.

This teaching ended at nine o'clock.

It wasn't that Donna had learned everything, or that Clayton was impatient with the teaching itself, but that he suddenly remembered something, something that should have been solved last night.

Ian Lazarus is still out in the wild.

He and his two companions gave a few hurried instructions and then went out again.

As soon as her uncle left, Donna closed the ledger and looked at Julius who was drawing in the ashtray with a cigarette butt with sour eyes.

"What do you think?"

"I listen to the person who pays me, and I don't care about anything else." Julius painted seriously.

"Who are those people who lived next door to us the day before yesterday?"

Julius finally looked up: "Why do you ask?"

"When they moved in, my uncle told me not to get close to them. Now that they are gone, you still don't say anything. I know that Mr. Schmidt was taken away by them."

Birds in the sky always bring special news, even if they are fragmentary.

"This has nothing to do with us." Julius said: "It's a good thing that Schmidt was taken away. He knows your identity and may use this to threaten us."

"But he hasn't done that yet. Maybe he's really a good person."

"maybe."

The wizard didn't want to waste any more energy on this matter, but Donna wasn't going to be dismissed that easily.

"Who were the people who took him away?"

The question she originally wanted to ask came back in a circle.

"They are from the Salvation Army, a group of religious lunatics and wanted criminals. Now it seems that they may be related to the Doomsday Seeker sect." Julius looked at the girl's fearless eyes and curled his lips: "I have to remind you Now, even your principal Fateya doesn’t dare to step on this piece of shit, so don’t even think about going to them.”

"Anyway, the Salvation Army has left now and probably won't come back in the future. Just pretend they don't exist."

"Wanted criminal?" Donna opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and then became even more angry: "You know their identities, so why didn't you remind Mr. Schmidt before? We can easily solve them with the patrol team."

Bracola's support for justice is not just talk, Donna has the consciousness to fight for it.

The wizard nodded: "Yes, but who will believe us? I forgot to tell you just now. The news that they are wanted criminals has not reached here yet. In theory, the wanted order should have been delivered by the postman yesterday. But as you can see, the postman has not come until now. There is no wanted order to confirm their identity. It is not appropriate to persuade the locals to start a fight. They will not be willing to take the risk to attack a team with so many guns. Otherwise, Schmidt would have taken action on his own, and he didn’t like them as soon as they met.”

This was indeed a problem. Donna did not consider this. She looked out the window unwillingly. The sun was shining brightly outside. It was a rare sunny day.

"I'm going out to bask in the sun," she said abruptly. "It's around here, be back soon."

Julius said nothing, but covered his face with the scratch paper Clayton had just used for teaching. It's broad daylight now, and no one would be stupid enough to take action directly in the town. It wouldn't hurt to let this girl off occasionally.

The most troublesome Salvation Army and leatherworkers have disappeared, and there are no special threats in the town that need to be concerned about for the time being.

Donna understood the hint, and she happily got up and went downstairs, walking towards the sunshine outside the door.

Selani took advantage of the bright sunshine and turned sideways in front of the silver mirror to test the fit and attractiveness of the new clothes. The blue silk threads and silver threads were entangled and sparkling outside her graceful body. This dress is not cheap, but for her work, a certain amount of effort is still necessary.

She was a prostitute, a prostitute who lived in Gévaux.

Although she has lived here for five years, she still can't call herself a Jewo native.

Prostitutes have no homes.

Before coming to Gevo, she only planned to stay here for two years before leaving, but she extended this period after two years.

This town is so small and has a stable customer base, so there is almost no chance of getting sick.

This advantage is enough for Selani, but another prostitute in Gevo is inferior to her in terms of appearance. The levels of customers received by both parties are completely different, and there is basically no competition. Last month, a competitor from the traveling circus came, and now he has also disappeared.

There is almost no external force that will disturb her work, but even if she is dealing with the same man, she must come up with something new from time to time

Just when Seranie was trying on clothes, someone downstairs suddenly rang the doorbell.

It is rare to see customers coming so early, but now is the winter when there is the least work. Seranie swayed her waist and went downstairs to open the door, wondering which regular customer would come so early.

The brown door was pushed open, and a pretty girl stood outside.

She had slightly curly hair and thick black eyebrows. Although she was still young, she was more beautiful than Seranie, and looking at her slightly wrinkled eyebrows and pursed lips, Seranie knew that she was a stubborn person.

Seranie stood at the door with her hands on her hips, waiting for a storm of condemnation and ridicule.

But the girl didn't, she just bowed slightly: "Madam, I have something to ask you."

"Why should I answer your questions?" Seranie said subconsciously sarcastically.

The girl stretched out her hand distressedly, and there was a stack of coins on her palm.

"I can pay."

Yes, Donna didn't give up the investigation at all. She really couldn't help with the Savior Army, but the clues about the leatherworker were quite complete.

This evil creature was born out of human desire for beauty. In other words, it must have been lustful when it was still human.

Donna knew where to investigate. She knew everything, but Julius couldn't know that she was looking for information from a prostitute, otherwise he would definitely watch her and not let her go.

Serani was stunned for a moment, then stuck her head out. Seeing that no one was looking at this place on the street, she quickly pulled Donna into the door and quickly closed the door.

She was relieved when the door closed.

"Are you scared?" Donna asked her with her head tilted. This reaction didn't seem normal.

"I'm scared? You should be the one who's scared! How dare a little girl talk to a prostitute in the street? Who knows what people who see this will spread about it?"

Selani looked at her unhappily, and pulled her in a little to prevent their conversation from being heard by people passing by the door: "I don't know what information you want to ask, but let's make it clear in advance. If your father or brother comes to me, it's all their own will, and I won't give you a penny back."

In the past, most women who came to her came to catch their husbands, but the girl in front of her was too young and didn't look like a married person.

"I just want one piece of information, how much do you want?"

Donna was still thinking about money, because she didn't have much change.

Selani was not used to her existence. Although she was the one who brought her in, she wanted to drive her out at this moment.

The girl's temperament kept reminding her that they were not the same kind of people, and that natural coquettishness was not something that a homeless person like her could cultivate. No matter what this girl came for, Selani just wanted her to go back home quickly and not hang around in front of her.

"That depends on what you ask. Contraception or techniques to please your lover. Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." She said with a dull mood.

The girl's face turned red: "What?"

"Nothing, I don't think you need these yet, come on, what do you want to ask?"

The more mature woman turned around and sat down at the dressing table to continue to make up for herself.

"Eamon Meg, have you heard of this name?"

"No, I never ask customers' names, but if he comes to me, he must be a foreigner."

"Why?" Donna asked puzzled.

Seranie tried not to draw the lipstick beyond the border: "Because I already know the name of every local man who comes here, even if he doesn't say it himself, his wife and mother will definitely tell me when they come to him." By the way, slap her.

"What if it's someone with this name tattooed on their body?"

"Which part? Some of the people who came to me before had tattoos, but I didn't pay attention to what they had tattooed. If you tell me more specific information, maybe I can remember more."

Donna didn't know which part of the body Clayton tore off the skin when he ate it, because it was disgusting, so she didn't ask.

Now it seems that this is an obstacle for her to get important information.

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Who is this Eamon Meg? What do you want him for?" Seranie carefully clipped the false eyelashes and stuck them on her eyelids. For some reason, men like this.

"A person with this name tattooed on his body cheated my father's money," Donna said calmly, "but I don't know where it was tattooed."