Chapter 363: Catch It in Time

Charlotte and the black-haired, green-eyed guest walked towards the shop of rusty silver coins.

Before leaving, she actually hadn't figured out how to bring the goods back, but the seller was willing to do a bit of manual labor for a few more cents, which really helped her a lot.

After putting away the newly bought goods, she said goodbye to the seller and went home alone.

But on the way, she suddenly felt that since the goods had arrived, she should inform Mr. Bello, so she turned and walked towards Bello's new house.

Sasha City is not very safe these days, but it is still safe now that it is daytime.

She was reluctant to rent a carriage, and walked for nearly an hour. When it was slightly dark, she finally arrived at the Bello mansion. This self-contained small "manor" made her envious every time she came. She didn't know how long she would have to work to live in such a beautiful house.

The servants opened the black iron arch and welcomed her in.

The iron gate that closed again blocked a pair of green eyes. The seller, who was supposed to be separated from Charlotte, withdrew his sight from behind a tree outside the house.

Let's call him the seller. He was one of the culprits of the Dongsen Bank robbery not long ago.

Although he and his accomplices have far surpassed many of their peers in the criminal skills, he is still a novice in the link of selling stolen goods. But he is not lacking in vigilance. Although Charlotte's shopping indicators are not completely consistent with the stolen goods he brought to the antique shop, he still instinctively feels something is wrong.

Some people will choose to stay away after sensing a crisis of unknown origin, while others are self-reliant and determined to find out the source of the crisis.

The seller is the latter.

An iron gate and a high wall can't stop him. He restrained his eyes and walked into the bushes on the roadside.

After a while, he appeared from the side of the fence, jumped up and grabbed the top of the wall, then turned over and fell straight down. The black iron anti-theft spikes pierced his skin, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. When his feet landed, he looked relaxed.

There were not many people outside. He felt the flowing wind and walked towards the back door of the big house.

The smell of the woman just now filled the corridor. He listened to the sound and avoided the servants who were doing cleaning work as if he had predicted it. Everything went very smoothly, but his uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

He followed the trace of the woman's smell to the hall on the first floor. He listened carefully at the corner. Three people were talking.

"Mr. Bello, some goods have been received, but I am a little worried." The woman said.

A deep male voice asked, "What are you worried about?"

"Mr. Justin said these items might be stolen goods. I think so too, because the seller marked them too cheaply, but they look well maintained."

"Don't worry, we bought stolen goods." Another younger man said, which gave the seller a clue. He quietly moved his steps and tried to put his ear closer.

"So did you bring the things?" the young man asked.

"I left them in the store." The woman asked back, "Julius, what do you mean?"

Their relationship seemed to be very bad.

"It means literally. Did you..."

"Shhh--" The man called Mr. Bello suddenly made a signal to keep quiet, so the other two stopped talking, but he didn't speak again, as if waiting for something.

After a few seconds, Mr. Bello said, "Charlotte, did you bring a guest in?"

The "seller" tensed up.

"No, I came alone." The woman replied.

The voice disappeared again.

Then a strong arm suddenly stretched out from behind the corner and grabbed the seller's clothes. He screamed wildly, struggled to get rid of the hand with all his strength, and rushed towards the window.

With a crisp sound of glass breaking, his figure completely disappeared from the window.

Clayton walked out of the corner with an ugly face, with only a khaki coat left in his hand.

Julius followed and saw the big hole in the window.

"He ran away?"

He had what they wanted and secretly followed Charlotte. The identity of this person was self-evident.

"I remember his smell." Clayton said. He chased for a few steps, but stopped again and looked at the clothes in his hand.

The style of this dress is unusual. The material used is a coarse cloth, which is very strong. There are many laces and folds on it. The folds can be unfolded and changed in size by adjusting the knots on it to adapt to the wearer's body size. The man just untied a few straps to make the originally tight clothes loose, and then found an opportunity to get out of it and escape from Clayton's palm.

This design and the materials used in the clothes are both pragmatic, so it looks strange in Clayton's eyes.

He suddenly unfolded the clothes and put them on himself. The man just now was considered tall, but he was not as tall as him. The clothes with loosened laces and larger sizes fit him perfectly.

However, it can be further widened.

Clayton untied all the adjustment straps, and it finally reached a size that a normal human could not have.

He had a guess in his heart - this might be clothes designed for shapeshifters.

Charlotte walked out of the hall at this time, looking at the broken window in surprise.

Clayton had no intention of explaining anything to her, but he had something for her to answer.

"Charlotte," he asked, "What did the last person you saw look like?"

The one who came to assist Clayton was Roderick from Mansis, a member of the Presbyterian Church who had just returned from abroad. Although he called himself a Mansis, he also had Dorne nationality.

Roderick was appointed to be in charge of a new base in St. Benilde's Parish because Des Jonrad asked him to be the contact person of Clayton Bello. The old man seemed to think that similar blood could make them close. This whimsical approach made Clayton almost suspect that Elder Des was his former superior in the army.

However, Roderick was still a respectable person in Clayton's eyes.

When Clayton found him, he was writing a manual of action rules and sorting out a batch of information to give to Clayton.

As soon as he heard that Clayton needed help, he stopped other work and came to help with his subordinates.

After multiple inquiries and searches, they gradually approached the seller's location and noticed that his movement was exactly the train station. When they were ready to make the final arrest, it was too late.

The train dispatcher saw such a person taking the last train alone.

Clayton sighed on the platform.

He thought the other party was not acting alone, and he had no idea how many accomplices with extraordinary powers this criminal had, so he asked Roderick for help, which delayed a lot of time. If he had chased him at that time, he might have been able to catch the other party.

Although a batch of stolen goods from Dongsen Bank has been recovered, it is only a small part. The things that Elder Dais gave him have not been received yet.

Mission failure is a small matter, but he doesn't like to lose things.

"It's okay, we have tried our best." Roderick said, he comforted others. "When Elder Gronie takes charge of affairs again, we will have other ways to restore the reputation of Dongsen Bank."

"Does he still have this ability?" Clayton asked.

Hearing this, Roderick was surprised: "Don't you know? Elder Grogne has a deep relationship with the Druids. He is one of the chief priests of the Urban Fusion School. Naturalism and classicism are his natural allies, and many of the advocates of these two doctrines are rich people. As long as he can find more partners willing to deposit money in Dongsen Bank and invest in our urban transformation plan, our troubles can be solved now."

Clayton understood now, he looked at the empty track under the platform: "It seems that I worried for nothing."

"There is no such thing." Roderick said seriously: "Every little bit can be done. Thanks to you, at least we can confirm that the identity of the person who robbed Dongsen Bank this time is unusual, and there must be enemies of the Presbyterian Church involved."

He picked up the clothes from the hand of the person next to him.

"This kind of clothes would not be made by those newborns for themselves. Its design is very mature, and at least one family of shapeshifters is involved. Perhaps it is the extreme conservatives among the druids. They think that the urban integration faction is a heretic who abandons the worship of nature and a coward who compromises with man-made objects that blaspheme nature, so they have been making trouble."

"They held several marches in the city center before, demanding that we shut down all factories. Akzi drove them all away, and perhaps they are still brooding about it. They even joined the Doom Seekers to cause trouble for us."

Rodrick said these words without hesitation, which made Clayton doubt the effectiveness of the principle of confidentiality.

Perhaps because the dark moon is getting closer and closer, there are more and more strange rumors recently, and people are no longer surprised by these weird things. The station staff on the platform just glanced at them and turned back bored.

"I don't think so." Clayton said, he got a familiar feeling from that person.

The seller has a kind of arrogance and recklessness brought by power, which is a temperament that can only be given to people after many victories.

Clayton himself also has this temperament.

The old-fashioned druids sound like a group of hermits living in the forest. Even the means of fighting against the elders is just parading. Their members don't seem to be able to cultivate such temperament.

"I'm going to Berdalabik recently, and I'll pass through Weiodi there." He suddenly said to Roderick. "There are some of my kind in Weiodi. I heard that they don't get along with Elder Dais. Could it be them?"

Roderick thought for a while: "I don't know the situation in Weiodi, but it's not too close to here, and there will be casualties when the wolf pack goes out. This robbery is too peaceful. No one was injured. It's not like the style of your kind."

Clayton nodded and didn't insist.

They walked out of the deserted train station at night. Before saying goodbye, Roderick suddenly called him again. "If you want to build a safe house in this city, please don't consider going to the sewer."

"What's wrong?" Clayton asked.

"Nothing, it's just that Elder Fisher's offspring multiplied too quickly, and the materials for the rituals were no longer used up, so he planned to keep some of them in the sewers, which could also handle the sewage, but given the habit of ghouls, they still like to eat meat."

Clayton was stunned for a moment: "How many offspring does he have?"

"About two hundred. When Elder Fisher was young, he sacrificed the wisdom of all his offspring to gain power, so these monsters can't think or communicate. If you are attacked by them, don't hold back." Roderick said lightly.