When the figure was almost invisible, old William came back from the door of the store.

He rubbed his hands together and went upstairs to find Yager, who was still standing in the doorway, looking like he was out of the world.

"Where's the watch?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Here." Yager walked to the front of the bed and took out his pocket watch and handed it to him.

The golden pocket watch shines brightly even in a dimly lit room. Even if he is not an appraiser, William Sr. can see the value of this watch at a glance.

It is enough to say that it is a collection of nobles.

To Jager's surprise, seeing the extraordinary quality of the pocket watch, old William did not seem very happy, and he did not feel the joy of the door at first.

He didn't even dare to examine the watch more, just stared at Ager with cloudy eyes for a moment, then turned and left with the watch.

Did he do anything wrong? What was the bug before?

Yager was a little stunned. In my memory, old William seems to have rarely been so serious.

Downstairs, Hank also tries to go up.

"Yager, are you alright?" He shouted from afar.

Compared to William Sr., Hank had a better relationship with Yager before. Hank has been looking at the shop here for almost ten years, and he has a younger brother who is still in school at the Beckland Center, and is about the same age as Yager, so he has always taken good care of him.

"Thank you Hank, I'm fine." Yager raised his voice slightly and shouted back.

Before Hank could continue to ask, old William, who had come downstairs, grabbed him by the arm.

"What can he do? Mind yourself! He interrupted abruptly, unusually loudly, and dragged Hank off the distance.

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Yager could feel that old William was nervous now, let alone Hank. Hank stopped struggling and disappeared behind the counter with William Sr.

It seems that there is an unabashed opinion about him.

Yager fell silent.

Is it because of the church? It's possible. William Sr. has been running this shop for decades, more than the two clerks combined, and he is probably familiar with the process of investigation, and the sudden appearance of the church is obviously an extraordinary signal.

And he also withheld a key item from the investigation.

Yager looked downstairs in silence for a moment, then turned and closed the door.

I probably won't be able to ask anything from my boss tonight. In any case, it is better to search the room for clues first, and the change in attitude alone is not serious.

But he was wrong.

A few hours later, as it was getting dark, Yager received a piece of news at the dinner table that overwhelmed him.

Today's breakfast was unusual, the small wooden table was full of broth and white bread that old William was usually reluctant to give to the clerk, and these were all for Yager alone, and Hank was sent by William to another city on a business trip overnight after he was separated from him in the early hours of yesterday morning.

"I don't need an appraiser anymore, here is the salary for more than half a month, you can find another job." Old William said briefly but categorically.

Across from him, the black-haired youth, who had always looked quite calm, had a shocked expression.

Unemployment? It was a path he never envisioned......

He was wearing a spare business outfit that had been turned out of the closet next door overnight, and the dark green new trench coat had been wrinkled by him in a conspicuous fold under the fluctuating mood.

"Why?" Yager was caught off guard. "I don't have to be an appraiser, I can also look at the store."

Well, in fact he knows why..... But it's too hard to lose your job on the first day!

It turned out that he didn't have a college degree, and his savings were only two pounds at most, and a little appraiser's knowledge would have allowed him to find this job. What's more, he has no certificate, and it is difficult to find a store to take him in after losing his job.

The Roselle Certificate Scheme of All Evils. Is he going to be the first tentacle monster in the world to die poor because he doesn't have a job?!

However, William Sr. looked extraordinarily determined.

"No, you don't. Not only do I not need an appraiser, but I also don't need a third employee. When Hank came back, I switched to the liquor business. ”

"But the store was running without any problems.....

Yager paused, trying to make a final struggle. "Are you worried that I really did something dangerous yesterday? I didn't—"

"No, no, no, I don't care!" William interrupted him a little flustered, he seemed scared to say what happened yesterday. "I don't care what you're doing there, and it's not a decision made because of this."

This is a lie, Yager clearly senses.

Didn't the church say it was okay when it left yesterday? Old William seemed to be worried not only about the church, but also about yesterday's movements.

"I'm old. Buying and selling all the time is too much of a burden for me, and selling wine may be a little more suitable for me. Old William continued.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Well, thank you for taking care of yourself during this time." Eventually, Yager reached out and took the bag of the dismissal money.

Five pounds is also considered a cut of meat for a budget-conscious boss, and it is already the best treatment he can get.

He originally wanted to be a clerk to collect mysterious information, but now he had to change his plan.

Seeing Yager agree, old William breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." ”

His somewhat stiff attitude quickly eased and he pointed to the bag. "The gold watch is inside, I discussed it with Hank yesterday, and this kind of thing is still out of our reach."

The corners of his mouth twitched twice unconsciously, and the heartache was palpable.

"You can give it to the church, or take it to the Brave Bar and sell it, it's the best place to go for this ominous thing."

"If you sell it, you have to give me a third of the money, after all, I am the one who shows you the way." After hesitating, he couldn't help but add.

Yager choked. "Okay."

Or the familiar capitalist routine.

He stood up and nodded goodbye, stuffed a few pieces of white bread with meat sauce into his mouth, and happily watched old William's face turn a few degrees blue.

After asking for details about the bar, he left the shop with his small suitcase.

The sky in Beckland is overcast, for eight months of the year. The air was thick and grainy, causing Yager to frown uncomfortably.

Compared with his impression of the uptown with wide streets and neat shops, the road to the bridge in the middle of the city can be said to be very different. Although it is much better than the East District, you can still see broken scrap metal and garbage on street corners from time to time, and even the trees have a rusty feeling.

Walking through a few streets full of tired office workers, he soon came across the Bar of the Brave.

In the early morning, except for the drunks who spent the night here, the bar was empty.

"Drink something?" The bartender casually glanced at him.

"A specialty cocktail, thank you."

Yager looked at the row of barstools in front of him. Most of them were stained with an unknown mixture, and even the few survivors were shiny.

For the sake of his last good trench coat, he chose to stand.

"Threepence." The bartender casually leaned back on the bar to take the coin and handed him a tall glass. "Little suggestion, you can choose beer for the first time."

"Thank you for informing me." Yager took the glass. "But I'm not the type to get drunk."

"Is Caspars Canlinen here?"

The bartender's dark brown brow furrowed, he looked him up and down, and raised his hand to the inside: "Room Five." ”