Chapter 362 Good Man Clayton

Creighton Bello is happy to be free from his niece.

He had to admit that being with his family was very loving, but it also made him feel constrained and wary. Now he can finally live the way he wants.

Next to Sinjani Women's College, Clayton rented a small warehouse for Clara to live in. It was filled with canned food and books, and asked her to take care of Donna when she was free.

After his family leaves, he can eat three meals a day outside, or go to a pub for a few drinks. In his spare time, he also went to Sasha University to teach history classes, enjoying the respectful eyes of the students.

In the next few days, there will be a full moon night. He can stop taking the medicine provided by the Presbyterian Church, enjoy the fun of transforming under the moon, and digest the massive amount of essence taken away from Pan.

Regarding Elder Dais' mission, he has already released an advertisement, and all he has to do is wait.

In this way, everything was arranged for him, and it was the perfect time to enjoy himself.

But some people were not happy to let him continue to enjoy it.

"If this continues, there won't be enough money to spend." Julius scratched out his voice on the ledger with a pen.

"Shut up." Clayton squinted and leaned on the recliner, facing the window. He moved the lounge chair to the living room with the fireplace because it was not only warm here, but he could also enjoy the garden view through the glass bay window. There were cigarettes and wine on the small round table next to him for him to enjoy at any time.

"It's no use telling me to shut up. Our expenses are far greater than our income."

"It's just a part of the income. What you get is not the general ledger."

"You don't trust me!"

"I don't trust anyone who talks too much."

Julius stood up and began pacing tiresomely between Clayton and the glass window.

"Are you Grasshopper?" Clayton asked.

It was green and active. Based on these characteristics, he immediately thought of this kind of creature that likes to jump in the grass.

"I simply can't understand that you don't care about making money at all!" Julius said angrily: "Charlotte is a better boss than you!"

Clayton stretched out his legs to push him away from the window, kicking him so hard that he staggered.

"What does this have to do with you?"

After the wizard stood firm, he said plausibly: "If my boss doesn't care about making money, how can I make money? Our interests are now the same."

Clayton said lazily: "Okay, let's, then you might as well give me some suggestions. But it's best to make quick money. My next trip has already been decided."

"Of course, considering the curse on you and your extremely strong recovery power, I think you can sell your organs and fur to the Elders. They are all excellent ritual materials, and you will not be able to use them after you peel them off. It takes two days to recover and only requires a little bit of meat.”

Clayton immediately sat up straight and roared so that every servant in the house could hear:

"Julius!!!"

If Clayton hadn't told the servants not to disturb his rest under any circumstances, someone would have come to check on the situation.

The wizard trembled and turned pale: "This is the fastest way to make money."

"I'll give you this skill, how about you sell your own meat?" Clayton laughed angrily: "Come on, I'll spread the wolfsbane to you. As long as you don't die, you will be a rich man in the future. ”

Julius finally seemed to feel that something was wrong, and he thought about it again and again.

"Then at least pull out some hair. All werewolf materials can perfectly replace wolf materials, and even have better effects. I know there is a kind of early warning amulet, which is woven with wolf hair and weasel hair, and then pressed under the pillow. If an uninvited guest comes in, Once you enter the house, the owner will suddenly wake up. However, I have seen this amulet method from other places, and it is not clear whether it is effective or not."

"If we buy some weasels to use as amulets, I think we can definitely make a lot of money,"

"Don't think about it, I spread the hair out. What if someone buys this product and uses it as a material to curse me?" Clayton lay down again: "Using hair to curse others is not a method used by many wizards. ?”

Julius groaned: "Please believe me, the harm of the hair curse is actually very low. Most wizards can only make the cursed object get a rash or go to the toilet frequently."

"But I didn't want to get a rash, and I didn't want to have to go to the bathroom too much," Creighton said.

And if there are many wizards who use his hair to curse him, then this is not a multiple choice question.

Julius' face turned gloomy, and he paced repeatedly until the sound of footsteps made Clayton feel bored, and he stopped to propose another idea: "Or you are willing to swallow some broken bones when eating."

Clayton put his hands under his head: "That's okay, but what are you going to do?"

"After being polished by the werewolf's intestines and stomach, the broken bones expelled have certain magical effects. The oral medicine made after breaking them can treat intestinal colic."

Clayton sat up again and looked at Julius like that for the first time.

"How much do you want money?! You are a decent person after all."

"It's impossible to be decent without money," Julius said angrily. "Your friend Bruno knows this. Money is the shackles that restrict our thinking. If a person has no money, even if he is full of money, he will only be called a failure."

Hearing the familiar name, Clayton reminded him with mixed emotions: "Bruno is dead."

Julius was stunned and sighed: "That's such a pity, but it's foreseeable. The tranquilizers he used are too inferior and there are too many. Any addictive drug will..."

"Akchi killed him."

"Huh? Ah——, oh."

The wizard stopped talking. He frowned and turned to look at the glass window, but it seemed to be an angle problem. He couldn't see the plants in the flower bed that grew healthily in winter. He could only see his confused look, and There was a slight residual anger on Clayton's face.

After a moment of silence, Clayton threw his itinerary card to him:

"If you want to make money, there are ways. I'm going to Wei Ao Di in a few days. The road may not be safe. If you are willing to help me, then there may be a chance to make a fortune."

The wizard woke up again and showed a look of disgust: "Why are you going to Wei Aodi? It's not close."

"Two helpers are missing. They work for me. If they die, I have to help them collect their bodies."

Julius considered it.

The straight-line distance between Sasha City and Weiaudi is actually not that far, but it takes four days to travel. Because the train route is not direct all the way, the tracks near the two cities belong to two competing railway companies and are not connected, so passengers must get off the train in the middle and spend more than a day to transfer.

Thieves and robbers often strike at this time.

Long term travel is unbearable, but so is life without money.

"Okay." He finally agreed.

Duh duh, duh duh.

The sound of index fingers tapping on the table kept ringing. The walls were filled with treasures, but there was always a smell of decay in the narrow antique shop. A man with black hair and blue eyes and a mustache stood in front of the counter. He was tall and had gaps in his facial features. But it was a little tight and narrow, and seemed very anxious. He kept tapping on the counter, as if urging the balding shop owner to remove the magnifying glass from his merchandise.

"Don't worry," the shop owner said without looking up.

Stores like theirs are at the bottom of the curio industry. Selling fake goods is commonplace, and receiving fake goods is natural. Therefore, it is even more necessary to carefully identify and price the goods.

Especially sometimes, thieves selling stolen goods will find them, which is a good opportunity to lower the price.

"I'm in a hurry." The customer said, but he didn't rush any more. His eyes began to scan the antiques on the wall, as if he was doing the same job as the shop owner.

Time passed by minute by second, and suddenly the doorbell rang behind him, and a young lady who didn't seem to belong to this place walked in.

"Sorry, let me borrow it," she said to the customer, then squeezed to the counter.

The shop owner put down his magnifying glass and sat up straight to face her.

"Miss Charlotte, why are you here? Mr. Bello has a new request?"

In a business society that follows the principle of big fish eating small fish and small fish eating small shrimps, businessmen like Clayton Bello who own fixed real estate and real estate belong to the big fish in this industry, and as a small fish, he cannot ignore the big fish. The envoy expressed his respect.

"No, Mr. Justin, I just came to confirm." Charlotte said awkwardly. "Have you found those types of goods?"

"It's only been two days, miss." The old shopkeeper stood up helplessly, walked around the counter and stood in front of Charlotte, blocking the goods that the customer next to him had just delivered.

Miss Charlotte is good at everything, but she is a woman after all and does not understand the rules of business.

They are small fishes who support themselves by the price difference of these small commodities. The things Mr. Bello wants have actually arrived, but he cannot let Charlotte discover this, otherwise she will be able to trade directly with the customers.

If the big fish can even take away such a small piece of bait, then the business here will not be able to continue.

Charlotte nodded in disappointment and prepared to go back.

In fact, Clayton Bello did not let her go out to do errands, but just asked her to send letters to her peers. However, something happened recently that made her upset and unable to calm down for a long time. She had to use high-intensity work to vent her anger. Take off the pressure.

The failure here was actually expected.

But just as she turned around, the black-haired and green-eyed guest suddenly called out to her.

"Miss, what do you want? Maybe I have it here."

"Sir!" shouted the bald shop owner, who was determined not to let this business slip away.

But the customer narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and there seemed to be some evil meaning in his eyes, which made him fearful: "You haven't paid yet, so what if I show my goods to others?"

"Okay! Okay!" The shop owner compromised and moved away, allowing them to take advantage of the things on the counter.

Charlotte stepped forward, looked at several ornaments on the counter, compared the list in her mind, and found that several of them met Mr. Clayton Bello's requirements.

"Mr. Justin, haven't you already received such goods? How could you deceive me?" she complained.

"I haven't finished the appraisal yet," the store owner said, but couldn't help but verbally retaliate against the treacherous customer: "And they might be stolen goods. I don't dare to accept them until I've determined their origin."

The guest did not speak. He was still looking at Charlotte, but his ears moved very sensitively.