"What's wrong?"

Arthur asked with a grin.

"We shouldn't be greedy."

"We shouldn't have a cane from the 'Tate Cane Shop.'"

Hunter and Newt said one by one.

In the face of Arthur, who can 'psychic', the two really dare not hide it, and this morning, Lord Earl even signed Arthur to enjoy the treatment of a first-class police officer.

This is enough to prove the trust that Lord Earl has in Arthur.

Moreover, the first class officer already has the power to fire any patrol officer.

This is particularly crucial.

The two of them knew very well what they would face once they lost their status as patrol officers - not to mention anything else, just those gang members who were extremely respectful in the past would eat them as soon as possible and not swallow bones.

And their families will end up even more tragic.

When they thought of that picture, tears were about to fall from their eyes.

Arthur was unmoved.

He continued.

"What else?"

"Huh?"

The two were stunned, but Maltz on the side couldn't help it.

"Huh? Ahh ”

The old sheriff raised his foot and kicked them on the buttocks, and his mouth was even more angry.

"I don't know what I can and can't take, two ignorant bastards - you two, three months' salary is gone."

The old sheriff scolded and asked Arthur covertly with gestures.

After confirming that Arthur did not have any opinions, the decision was made.

What the patrol officer of South Los looks like, Arthur knows too well.

It's the same with someone else.

Even, even more excessive.

It's better to keep two of them.

Of course, this is definitely not because the two guys who made mistakes are better at handling it, the young 'medium' simply chooses to follow the rules of Nanlos.

That's really it.

Hunter and Newt wept again.

This time, though, I cried tears of joy.

Although he lost his salary for three months, he kept his identity as a patrol officer, and that was enough - even if life was difficult, it was enough to live.

The two immediately wiped the corners of their eyes and continued.

"We left that day with some stuff from the 'Tate Cane Shop' and came back about twenty minutes later to see Frank stealing.

We rushed in, and Frank ran away with the stolen things. ”

Hunter said truthfully.

"Actually, we deliberately let Frank go.

He had a couple of canes in his arms, and it looked good, and we wanted to let him out, and he would have thrown them away in order to escape, and we remembered the location.

When you catch him, you can come back and pick up the cane, and you can subsidize it again. ”

Newt added.

Such a supplement made the old sheriff so angry that he gave another kick.

It's not the greed of the two of them.

It's the anger of the two that causes the rest of the matter.

Although it is not clear why his partner asked about this, the old sheriff can be sure that the matter he is asking about now is definitely related to the two corpses next to him.

It's okay to be greedy.

If you are greedy and misguided, then there will be something.

"You two go back and write me a 20,000-word check!"

The old sheriff scolded angrily.

Suddenly, the two of them made bitter faces.

Two are literate, but not many.

20,000 words, that's a big project, and there is a high probability that someone will have to write it on your behalf, and this is naturally an expense.

When the old sheriff finished reprimanding, Arthur continued to ask.

"Then you went back and found the cane?"

"Nope!"

"We didn't find any of them — we confirmed the location, which was in the area of West Merk Avenue leading to Garden Street, but when we got back, it wasn't."

Hunter and Newt shook their heads together and said with great certainty.

"I see."

Arthur muttered softly to himself.

Such words immediately attracted everyone's attention, especially Maltz and Cook - at this moment, looking at the two corpses, the two were still confused.

"Do you know of any stolen goods guy in the Shire who is skinny and has been active in South Los for at least 20 years?"

"It's Faulkner!"

"This old guy is a well-known 'broker' in the Shire district, not only taking stolen goods, but also selling some information, and has lived in South Los for at least 20 years."

In the face of Arthur's inquiry, Hunter and Newt spoke in unison.

"You know the casino on Garden Street?"

Arthur continued.

"Yes!"

The two spoke in unison again.

"Very well, then Newt, you take Diko to sweep the casino and get everyone back."

"Hunter, you take us to that Mr. Faulkner."

Hearing Arthur's arrangement, everyone took action except for the necessary manpower to guard the scene.

Arthur, Maltz, and Cook ride in a police carriage.

And when the carriage door closed, while Maltz was still thinking, the young Cook couldn't help but ask.

"My lord, what's going on?"

"It's just a matter of getting rich."

Arthur said softly.

"Do you want to see money?"

"Just a few walking sticks?"

Cook looked incredulous.

Although the price of the cane was not cheap, in the eyes of the third-level police officer of the Duo District, the money was not worth the killing.

Maltz was thoughtful at the moment.

The old sheriff then asked Arthur with a glimmer of the eye, who bowed his head slightly and made a gesture.

Immediately, the old sheriff's eyes narrowed.

The entire exchange was silent, without a trace, and Cook on the side did not notice it at all.

……

Faulkner was refreshed after a hot bath, and he stood in front of the mirror and began to shave—the glue that had stuck to his beard had already fitted perfectly to the skin of his face, and even after applying a hot towel several times, the whole process was extremely difficult, but even if his face hurt, the broker was not angry.

Because, it's all worth it.

'Those fools are sure to have already decided that someone robbed and killed Frank, right?'

After all, I left enough clues.

Oh, tomorrow's newspaper should have the news of poor Frank's tragic death. ’

Faulkner feigned sadness and shook his head loudly.

The broker then used a hot towel one last time to wipe the remaining glue and hair off his face.

After reconfirming that there was nothing left, I walked out of the bathroom.

He stretched his body and threw into the corner the leather bag that had been wrapped around his waist, a type of waist bag commonly used by herders to store large amounts of water.

Of course, it can also be used to fill oil.

Once you get rid of this thing, it's all perfect! ’

Faulkner thought, but his hand involuntarily touched the cane.

The T-shaped cane has good support and a grip mark carved out of the tip to accommodate the fingers, but none of this matters.

What matters is the body of the staff.

At a subtle point where the paint peels off, the golden glow fascinates Faulkner.

He raised his hand and stroked it carefully, muttering involuntarily.

"Gold! Gold! ”

And at this time, there was a knock on the door downstairs -

Knock, knock!

(End of chapter)