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Clayton knew that Joe Mani had shown many shortcomings when he was in the army, but today was definitely the worst time he had lost his temper.

"You won't fall in love with her, will you?" Clayton asked doubtfully. Dornish people's love comes and goes quickly, but falling in love with such a wanton woman is really detrimental to their reputation.

"Not really, but I bet she's interested in me."

Although Joe was answering him, his eyes remained on the stage: "Ms. Rosa and I met by chance on the road today. She was standing on the street selling tickets. We chatted for a while. She gave me these two tickets for the front row seats. , I think she must hope that I can grab this scarf."

The gauze is so light that it cannot float very far if thrown from the stage. Only people in the front row can catch it.

Clayton felt that there was some truth in his inference.

"Have you known her before?"

As he spoke, his eyes followed the lighting on the stage, trying to appreciate the dancer's stripping art, but the stench lingering at the tip of his nose kept making it difficult for him to concentrate.

"I don't know, but she's a Gildar." Joe's face reached over the heads of the people in the front row.

The Gildas, a people who are always wandering, are known for their debauchery and mystery.

Clayton didn't know if Rosa was really a Gildar or if this was just a pretext for Joe's self-indulgence.

"Can you lend me that gauze scarf?"

Joe turned his head in shock: "Lieutenant, what happened to you today? I will not give you this opportunity."

Clayton lied casually: "Just look at the weave. I have to buy a gift for someone recently, and this looks good."

In fact, he just wanted to see what was on it to cause that stink.

After getting the gauze, Clayton became more and more sure that his sense of smell was correct. Originally, the diluted odor in the air only made him feel familiar. Now this rich and refreshing smell can replace the smelling salts and remind him of his past. of encounter.

During the Roron War, supplies were very scarce for a week, and the troops on the front line were fighting hungry. Later, the Royal Navy learned about this, and they sent a large number of dried meats said to be leftover from the Age of Discovery two hundred years ago to support the front line, and sent many otherwise healthy soldiers to field hospitals.

That's what the jerky tastes like.

Clayton frowned. There were some people in the audience who smelled like this, but he didn't think it was because of the popularity of jerky—that stuff would never catch on.

The strange behavior and strange smell reminded him of the rumors about the living dead.

The gauze itself was very clean. In addition to the smell of rotten meat, there was also an even more pungent smell of inferior perfume.

The smell of perfume was ignored by him from the beginning because it was everywhere in the venue. He could tell because there was so much perfume on the gauze.

This situation is as if its owner also smelled the smell and deliberately covered it up.

After returning the scarf to the extremely nervous Joe, Clayton found an excuse to solve his bladder problem and left his seat. He walked towards the entrance and exit of the underground theater, but came back after not taking a few steps.

"Qiao, I suddenly remembered that there is an urgent matter that I need to go back to deal with, and I just need your help."

Qiao turned back again with a grimace and raised the gauze to signal: "Please, I have something to do tonight."

Clayton interrupted. "Samuel is waiting for us,"

"Is that so?" Joe glanced at him to make sure he was not joking, then stood up and left his seat, muttering: "Then let's hurry up as much as possible. Maybe we can catch up to the end when we come back later."

They walked leisurely, while the audience on both sides of the aisle remained enthusiastic. They were focused on the stage, whistling and applauding, as if they had not noticed their departure at all.

But when their figures disappeared, the dancers on the stage changed their movements, and their posture became more delicate.

Compared to the snake just now, it looks more like a lazy cat.

I don't know who was the first to yawn, but the sleepy atmosphere soon spread like a plague. The men gradually forgot what they were going to do. They closed their eyes and lowered their heads.

Not long after, snoring broke out in the theater.

In the first three rows of the auditorium, the people here did not fall into a deep sleep, but they froze uniformly, like puppets that had lost control.

Joy, desire, their expressions and postures are all stuck at this moment.

But the empty space left by Clayton and Joe is still between them, which seems very abrupt in the full emotion.

The dancer stopped twisting, her hands dropped naturally, and her eyes above the veil looked directly at the high exit.

"Why do you always divert your attention? Have they discovered it?"

The women sitting in the audience pushed aside the sleeping people next to them and walked out of the narrow space of the row seats.

"Priest, do you want us to catch up?"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Joe Mani was holding on to the wall and retching. As soon as he came out of the theater, he and Clayton ran for more than ten miles, and they didn't dare to stop until they reached this remote alley.

Clayton didn't feel anything, but seeing him like this he could only pretend to be breathing.

After recovering a little bit, Qiao sat down on the ground against the wall of the alley regardless of neatness, and got a piece of dirt and moss on his pants:

"Lieutenant, can you tell me what happened there now?"

When leaving the theater, the Samuel mentioned by Clayton was their common comrade, but he was already dead.

Using this kind of excuse to take him away would make even a fool know something was wrong.

"Someone is going to deal with us." Clayton concluded. "Don't ask me who they are, at least we are their people in the two rows behind us, and Rosa is one of them."

Joe didn't ask how he came to his conclusion. Soldiers who had been on the battlefield believed in luck and intuition.

Clayton has been a soldier for more than ten years and still has sound limbs. He is an absolute leader in both aspects.

"With such a huge battle, who did you offend?"

Clayton lowered his eyebrows: "I should be the one to ask this question. You must be hiding something from me. Why don't you think about it more carefully?"

He left his seat on the pretext of going to the restroom, and then went to the vent to collect the smell of the auditorium. He found that only the first few rows had the same perfume smell as the gauze, including the row where they were.

Cheap perfumes will of course be more popular among civilians, but if people who happen to wear the same perfume sit next to each other, there will be a problem.

Combined with the fact that the dancer Rosa specially gave Joe two tickets to the front row, and intentionally or unintentionally threw the scarf over to create a coincidence, instead of taking action immediately, he speculated that the other party did not want to make a big fuss, and for some reason The priority is to control them, and after achieving a certain purpose, deal with them in a way that is not suspicious to the outside world.

Although Joe brought him clues to the extraordinary world, trouble followed him.

After being reminded, Qiao obviously thought of who was going to deal with him, and his face showed solemnity and embarrassment.

"Yes, I probably know who it is."

"So who are they?"

"The Holy Grail is a mysterious organization. I thought they were the only ones who could deal with me. But I didn't expect them to cross the border and come to Dorne."

And the civil society organization Clayton suppressed his inner excitement: "How did you get into trouble with them?"

"I stole from them in Taunton"

Clayton held his forehead. He knew that the other party had a kleptomania when he was in the army, but he didn't expect that he still hasn't gotten rid of it.

Wait, stole something?

Clayton sensed something was wrong: "The ring you gave me was stolen from them, right? If so, I will give it to you tomorrow, and you can try to negotiate with them. Anyone who needs money You can ask me for a place."

He believes that since the other party has not taken action yet, it means that he has concerns and there is still room for change.

However, when it came to the bishop's seal, it was even more difficult for Qiao: "This is indeed one of them."

"Among them?" Clayton was almost speechless: "How many things did you steal?!"

He made up his mind that if the situation got too serious, he wouldn't care about anything.

"There are only two pieces, but I can't give them back because one of them was broken by me." Qiao stood up straight and became more and more calm as he spoke:

"The Holy Grail Society is not an organization of good people. They take advantage of the piety of believers to commit crimes. I stole those things just to punish them, so I will never reconcile with them. This is about my dignity and justice."

Clayton looked at him in surprise.

This sounds like a manly decision, and he has nothing but respect for Joe.

"Of course, you make the choice. However, the Holy Grail Society will be able to lay a trap to catch you just after you return to the country. This seems a little too fast. Are you sure those people in the theater are not enemies that you have made locally before?"

This question caused a trace of embarrassment to appear on Qiao's face: "Well, let's put it this way, I have actually been back to China for two months, but because I ran out of money, I was embarrassed to appear in front of you. Now it's time for me to leave again." His voice grew quieter.

Now it all made sense.

But Joe had no idea what kind of opponent the Holy Grail would be.

Clayton sighed helplessly. He didn't know the other party's methods, but to be able to find Joe in a city as big as Sasha City, the people of the Holy Grail Society were at least very good at finding people.

"Then what are you going to do next? Find the Sheriff to deal with them?"

"I'm afraid not. The Sheriff has no evidence, and they don't have enough power to directly send these foreigners back to Taunton or put them in jail." Joe patted his pants and walked to the entrance of the alley. The light outside illuminated his front half. .

"I will hide away for a while and then find a way to leave this city. Tonight was really bad and I got you involved. Sorry, Lieutenant, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Clayton watched him walk away.

"Good day, Mr. Bello, what troubles you?"

The female assistant Charlotte is a young girl who has just graduated from the history department of Scion University and has been working here. The business of this store relies on her knowledge and eloquence.

The young girl was sitting behind the counter, touching up her makeup in front of the small mirror, glancing at Clayton curiously from time to time.

"I was thinking about whether to send a letter to a very annoying person, lower my head and ask for her help." Clayton wiped the dust on the display cabinet with a sponge, and then listened absently to Charlotte comforting himself.

The Holy Grail Society will definitely try to find him.

Literally, they're looking for everyone who's come into contact with Joe.

Clayton thought for half the night and came to a new conclusion.

Last night, he felt that the Holy Grail Society might have some special searching skills, so they could accurately find Joe and use his hobbies to attract him to the Broken Wing Angel.

But there is a worse scenario.

Joe Mani has been tracked since he went abroad, but it was only when he arrived in Sasha City that they decided to close the net.