Chapter 254: Weaving a Web in Secret

The fifteen-year-old girl obviously couldn't understand his deep meaning. Seeing her puzzled expression, Clayton's eyebrows dropped a few points and his tone became more serious.

"In order to let merchants get information for free, the mayor and other people with actual power will not announce the wanted order, because once it is announced, those who are used will feel unhappy and will be afraid to do business with the Salvation Army. This emotion is likely to be seen by those people and make them aware of the truth."

He tried to explain the matter as simply as possible: "Donna, if someone uses you to do something very dangerous and doesn't tell you how dangerous it is, what will you do after you know the truth?"

Donna answered decisively: "I kill him or her."

This answer is a little different from Clayton's ideal answer, but it is still within his expectation.

"That's the problem. The mayor and the temporary representatives of the hunters will have the same idea as you, so they will not only not mention these wanted orders, but will most likely destroy these papers afterwards-unless one of them is a gentleman with noble character and is willing to confess to others that he will do whatever it takes to win."

The stairwell fell into silence.

Donna looked thoughtful, as if she still couldn't understand this way of thinking. She needed some time to think.

Clayton sat on the steps, tapping his toes lightly, waiting for her to finish thinking.

A few seconds later, Donna's eyes lit up: "So Miss Etta's testimony is important! The mayor and the hunters must prove that the Saviors are guilty before they can kill people, but if they can't use the wanted warrant as evidence of the murder, he needs Etta's testimony to prove to others that these Saviors are damned!"

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression of approval encouraged the girl even more.

"So, they finally confirmed that Miss Etta can testify for this matter, which means they will start fighting soon?"

"Absolutely right!"

Clayton almost applauded her. If Donna's understanding of mathematics was as high as this, he could hand over the business to her at this moment.

There was a sudden sound of knocking on the door and shouting downstairs, followed by Julius's impatient response.

The voice was hazy across the floor, and it was hard to hear the specific content. Donna listened carefully and vaguely heard someone mention her uncle's name.

"Clayton, someone is calling you."

Clayton stood up from the steps and patted the dust under him. Although his expression was calm, Donna could clearly feel that he felt differently from her at the moment - doubt and hesitation.

The werewolf also heard the voice downstairs, and it was clearer.

"I may be back at night." He said.

Clayton didn't expect that the mayor asked him to come for this reason.

"Mr. Bello, I heard that you have a way to help with the next thing." The mayor asked cryptically, but his tone was very firm.

There were only two of them in the room, and the servants were sent out. They sat on both sides of the table, and the teapot in the middle emitted thick white smoke, which floated to the window and condensed into scale-like water droplets.

Clayton glanced around and didn't smell the smell of other people in the house.

"Did Father Louis tell you?"

He only agreed with Louis that he would come out to help when the locals fought the Salvation Army. No one else should know this.

The mayor nodded: "Yes."

"Is he still in prison for murder?"

"Yes, he did not deny the accusation of Mr. Ace and his two followers, and confessed his crime of holding a black mass and killing our jeweler Lawrence."

"Then why do you still believe him, a criminal, and think I will come to help?"

The mayor scratched his reflective forehead, a little distressed: "What if what he said is true? More helpers may reduce the death of people."

Clayton understood: "Besides this, what else did he say?"

"Nothing else." The mayor said frankly.

Such a simple statement cannot convince people. Clayton tried several times before he felt relieved. The information the mayor got was not complete and true. It seemed that Louis still maintained a certain degree of rationality in prison and did not give him up.

But he couldn't figure out why this priest chose to confess.

Sevan's funeral has not been held yet, and the father's duties have not been fulfilled.

If Clayton were him, even if he wanted to die, he would have to wait until his son's funeral was over before facing his own choice.

The mayor didn't think about these things. He picked up the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, but just looked at it greedily without lighting it: "Well, just to let you know, we have thought of a battle plan and formation. By dusk tonight, we will have a decisive battle with the Saviors, so I hope you can come to help."

"Why didn't the hunter invite me?" Clayton frowned and asked.

"What?"

"I mean, after all, only me and the patrol will participate in the battle. If they come to me, we can discuss how to implement the tactics. But if you invite me, we can only discuss this matter. You ask me if I can come, and I answer yes or no."

Mayor Jeffrey's face was a little red: "Do you think I'm wasting your time?"

"I didn't say that."

The mayor touched the top of his head again, and Clayton noticed that the veins on his palms seemed thicker than when they last met: "I'm just curious. I want to know how you can help them. I think I might be able to provide some." Help if your solution is lacking."

Clayton shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary. I only need to do it by myself."

He stood up and left immediately, preparing to go find the hunters to discuss the plan.

Jeffrey sat in his seat, listening to the heavy footsteps moving downstairs, and then disappearing outside the house. He remained expressionless.

Chud Osmar and Kuok stood outside the Salvation Army camp, looking coldly at the rebels huddled in the camp in the afternoon light, as if they were looking at the scenery in a painting.

The locals' delaying strategy succeeded, and these murder experts were simply vulnerable to the ruthless nature.

It snowed heavily for two days in a row. One-third of the ten people left in the camp had a fever, and the remaining hands also had chilblains on their hands. They were sneezing constantly, which made people wonder what they would do when they aimed their guns. I won't drop the gun either.

There were fewer and fewer natural fuels around the camp, and the weak campfire was not enough to protect them.

As their prisoner, Goatee Schmidt naturally had no better environment. From the day the heavy snow fell, he fell into a high fever coma and was thrown into a smallest tent.

"They're going to be doomed," Quaker said.

This was obvious, they were so close, only fifty yards apart, and yet none of these people noticed them.

Not only were they physically devastated, but their spirits were also weakened.

Two consecutive days of heavy snow destroyed the rebels' habit of taking turns. Now they are all huddled around the fire. Only occasionally someone stands up and walks around the camp, pretending that the security here is still tight, but as long as they observe for a while, the locals will You will find flaws when they change whistles.

This flaw was just developed, and the danger was just approaching.

Chud Osmar turned his face with downy cheeks, and Kuok looked at each other almost at the same time. A trace of relief appeared on his burned face, but then disappeared.

"This is a conflict between them and the locals. Do you think we need to take action?"

Kuo Ke still had the same attitude as before: "My brothers and sisters asked them to come here, not me. I have my own tasks."

As long as it doesn't affect Kuok's mission and doesn't draw the church's attention, then he doesn't care about the outcome of these people.

This was exactly what Chu De wanted. He nodded imperceptibly and took a step forward to walk towards the camp.

"etc."

Kuo Ke suddenly stopped him. Chu De turned around and saw him looking at him blankly and said nothing more.

"What's wrong?"

Burnt Face had to take the initiative to ask.

Kuo Ke suddenly recovered from his stiffness and took a long breath through his nose. The thick white smoke almost formed a cloud: "I want to know what you plan to do. Since you got here, you have started to do some things that I can't understand." I spent a long time giving them tattoos before. I know that is a prerequisite for some kind of ceremony. Now you need to make it clear to me. I must know whether your behavior will cause trouble for my sect."

Chu De forced a smile on his face.

"Quoke, I thought our interests were common. If the benefits are greater than the expenses, it's worth a try. This is our usual rule, and we have always been lucky, haven't we?"

"But you were very cautious at that time and knew what not to touch." Kuo Ke said coldly. "You are getting more and more confused as you get older."

He finally irritated Chu De, who turned up his upper lip, revealing obvious fangs, and spoke urgently:

"I haven't changed."

"If you hadn't changed, you wouldn't have done these useless things. Who did you perform Alisio's ceremony for? I know you touched the underground ruins."

"A mortal doesn't know the cost of doing this, but he can't find a better seller than me." Chu De calmed down and said in a slower tone: "Believe me, Kuo Ke, when have I ever hurt you? If I don’t tell you my reasons, there’s a reason to hide them, you don’t need to know everything, you just have to wait for the good results to come out.”

“I can tell what a good outcome is.”

Kuok stretched out his bloated arms and pointed at the people suffering in the cold. They were sitting around the campfire, like a group of porcelain dolls sitting behind the glass showcase, stiff and cold: "Look at their appearance, is this okay?"

Chu De shook his head slightly, not paying attention to this scene at all.

"Child, they are not with us. You have to think clearly about what you are going to do and who you are standing with?"

"I can't think clearly, because they thought they were on the same side as you, and I was the same way." Kuok said coldly.

"Now I can't tell if you are taking advantage of me, it's you who need to prove to me that you are trustworthy, because I find you are doing things that are detrimental to our sect. First a leatherworker, then these 'saints', you I can no longer turn a blind eye to your actions by using the resources of the sect to satisfy your own selfish interests.”

Chu De looked at him disappointedly: "What did your new mentor teach you?"

"They taught you things you didn't teach, and new powers." Quoke tugged at his collar, his blood flowing with excitement, and he felt his clothes beginning to strangle his neck: "Okay, tell me your purpose, don't make me wait impatiently, and don't look at me with that look, you don't want to know what the consequences of angering me will be."

This is an order, not a request, he hasn't asked the other party for a long time.

Because he has power.