After returning Oreo to the Papal Palace, Mourning left without saying a word.

He believes that the group will always discuss the choice of conformity, but that they need extraordinary means to solve the crisis in Jessel right now.

Oreo found a brand new notebook from under his desk, and he decided to think about what he was going to do next, but he didn't start writing after thinking about it for a long time.

"Click".

He put down the quill, put on the human skin mask that was on the backrest, and tied the newly purchased black coat around his shoulder, which would make him feel a little more secure.

Picking up the pen again, he just felt that his thoughts were a little smoother, but the door of the study was pushed open again.

"Young Master, Angelil is in trouble."

Oreo quickly shoved his eyeballs into his sockets, and Cuarón explained in a low voice.

"I met Da Vinka when I went out to buy groceries in the morning, she looked aggrieved, saying that it was because she was being pointed at at her clothes at school, Miss Angelil decided to take Da Vinka to buy some clothes, and the two were entangled on Maple Leaf Avenue, and the other party was very strong."

If it had been elsewhere, Cuaron would have beaten those scoundrels to pulp, but this was Yesel, and he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Now that it had happened, Oreo didn't intend to blame the two of them, he buttoned them one by one and walked around the room.

Cuarón knew what he was looking for.

"Young Master, your microphone was taken away by Miss Angelil."

Oreo spread his hands and motioned for Caron to lead the way, anyway, he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it, and it was not bad to go to the street to change his mood.

The two of them walked along the small gate of the Papal Palace, and Caron called a public carriage, and the coachman demanded three times the usual fare, and it seemed that even such a small man sensed the tension of the situation.

As the carriage progressed, there were more people on Maple Leaf Avenue than ever before, and it seems that the Tutans did not expect Tutan's salvation, but instead saw the venting of their desires as the only way to seek liberation.

"That's it."

Seeing that there was more and more traffic ahead, Caron paid for the car and took Oreo through the crowd.

Oreo noticed the carriages, mostly the private carriages of the nobles, and the drivers were carrying large boxes of cheese and butter into the carriages, as if they were preparing supplies for the winter.

Compared to the well-informed nobles, the commoners did not even know the news of the fall of the fortress of Bardini.

But these days, the haze of war has always hung over everyone's heads, and everyone has a very strong ability to catch wind and shadows, and the negative mood soon spreads throughout Yesel.

"Young Master, this way."

Caron pushed aside the dense crowds and took Oreo into the side of the path, which was indeed much less crowded, but the gaps in the stone slabs were full of dirty rainwater, and it seemed that this shopping street, famous for its luxury goods, was also frequented by many people.

"We're here."

Caron stopped, then pointed to the closed shop on the side of the road.

“......”

Oreo didn't know what to say, and he wondered what the hell these little ghosts could do. Angelil's dress is indeed very fashionable and good, but if someone dares to peel off her clothes and take a look, it is estimated that there will be a shadow for the rest of her life.

He motioned for Caron to knock on the door, and the manservant stepped forward quickly.

"Knock knock".

No one answered.

After waiting for Mo for about half a minute, Caron knocked on the door again.

"Knock knock knock".

As the knock on the door grew louder, an impatient voice finally came from inside.

"It's not open here!"

"Knock knock knock"!

The crisp knock on the door sounded rhythmically, shaking the meninges, and the man in the room finally couldn't stand the torture, and he pulled the door open a crack.

"If I knock on the door again, I'll call the sheriff!"

"You call it."

Cuarón rudely squeezed in, holding the door strongly, and the man, seeing that he couldn't outfight Cuarón, looked up and shouted to the second floor.

"Blevins!"

A heavy footstep came from the stairs, apparently from Venada Steelling, which Oreo had guessed before coming.

Because it makes sense for Cuarón to play an ordinary man with infinite strength, but he can't always beat a Venada Steel Spirit on the street, which will cause him a lot of trouble.

The Venada Steel Spirit stared coldly at the two of them, the steel bone on his right hand completely exposed, as if he was showing everyone his Type I Venada steel.

He stopped, looking down at Cuarón from above.

"What's the matter?"

Cuarón gestured to the stairs.

"My friend is lost, and the astrologer says she's here."

Blevins nudged Cuarón and pointed to his nose.

"I don't have any friends of yours here, so I think you'll have to find a reliable astrologer."

Cuarón backed away as he turned his head toward Oreo, who was waiting for him to make a decision.

Attracted by the knock on the door just now, the number of people on the street gradually increased, and the people who came here to shop were all dignitaries, and Caron didn't want to make a move here, after all, all of Jessel knew that Oreo had an extremely powerful steel spirit by his side, and he was worried that he would be recognized.

Blevins had already pushed Cuarón out, and he flaunted his arms in all directions, then pointed at Oreo.

"And you, come out by yourself or will I carry you out?"

Oreo retreated playfully, and Cuarón patted the hem of his shirt, and no one noticed the glint in his eyes.

"Why are you driving us out, don't you do business here?"

"Of course ......"

Blevins was just about to go on with the words, but there were customers all around, and he didn't want to offend so many people at once, so he quickly shut down.

Most of the Venada Steellings are stupid, and Blevins is no exception, and he is tempted to find a suitable excuse for his actions, but unfortunately he has not been able to come up with them.

The man from before seemed to be the shopkeeper, he said quickly.

"The second floor of the store is stocking, and the first floor is ready to enter."

Seeing that the crowd meant to disperse, Caron said loudly.

"But my purse has fallen on the second floor! Why did you drive me out? ”

Finally, I heard a big news, the spectators whispered, and from time to time someone looked into the store, and the situation gradually got out of control.

The shopkeeper scolded secretly, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, there are some porters on the second floor, I'm worried that they have taken your money bag, you estimate how much money you have in your money bag, I will go up and look for it for you?"

Cuarón's voice grew louder and higher.

"2812 gold coins, I counted them before I went out, and there will be no one less!"

Theoretically, 2,812 gold coins could fit into a single money bag, but no one would carry such a large sum of money with them, unless it was a rural nouveau riche like Caron.

"I'll look for you."

The shopkeeper nodded and went upstairs, the strength of the crowd was great, even the steel spirit Blevins did not dare to stop these customers, the guests walked into the store in twos and threes, and a small number of people looked up from the side of the stairs.

After a while, the shopkeeper walked briskly down, smiling but feeling like he was going to swallow Caron whole.

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