Chapter 141 Treasures buried in dust

Author: Hao Duanshengyun

Chapter 141 Treasures buried in dust

Creighton did smell a strange smell when he entered the door, but he never thought that the owner of the smell would be at such a short position.

This is not a dwarf, just an old man squatting in the middle of the showcase.

His head was shining, his chin had a pale beard, his cheeks were loose, and his obesity filled every wrinkle, making him look like he was about teenager than his actual age, but Creton was sure

He should be almost seventy years old, and the decay smell of the old man could not be covered by him.

On the ground in front of the old man, there were a piece of white cloth covered with various ornaments on it, all of which looked like an outdated atmosphere similar to himself.

Because of the hand that grabbed the pants, the lieutenant stopped, but had no intention of buying something.

"Brother, you can't set up a stall in my store."

Miss Charlotte, who was behind the counter, spoke awkwardly: "Boss, he said he saw the advertisements we posted in the newspaper, so he came here to sell antiques."

Then they are not considered peers, but are complementary to the business. Cretton respects the fat old man.

"Then let's talk about it, talk about yours."

Hearing him say this, the old man finally retracted his hand, supported his knees and stood up slowly - and then staggered, his elbow hitting the glass counter. With a crisp sound of shattering, spider-web-like cracks began to break.

The intersection of the elbow and the glass spread outwards, and after a few seconds, it broke into many glass slag and fell into the counter. A built-in electrical lamp was disturbed and completely turned off after flashing.

This is very expensive, and Creton can't repair electrical and machinery.

His eyes turned cold and his tone was no longer friendly: "Let's talk about how much you can still leave after you have compensated for the repair of my equipment."

"What?!" The fat old man took a few steps back and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, is he like that!"

"What's like this?"

The old man did not answer, but raised his hands and tried his best to express his sincere expression to Creton:

"I can pay for it, so I can use these to pay off the debt."

He bent down, picked a few old jewelry inlaid with gold and silver from his goods and handed it to Creton's hand, with a painful look on his face.

Clayton weighed their weight, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped away the dirt on it, looked at the electrical lamp in another display cabinet, and then put it on the tip of their noses under their surprised eyes.

, finally came to the conclusion.

"You are such a shameless rogue! You dare to appear here!"

He patted all this thing back to the old man, and his attitude went down to the next level, and said coldly: "I don't do business with the tomb robbers, compensate for the repair costs of this counter, and then get out!"

The dead human flavor on these jewelry cannot be hidden from the werewolf at all. He knew that they were dug out of the soil just recently.

Creighton could kill his opponent who was wailing and begging for mercy indifferently, but he would never desecrate the grave. He thought that any hatred should disappear in front of the high wall of death, and no one had the right to disturb the peace of the dead.

Miss Charlotte stood up in surprise after hearing this conclusion. When she saw the old man's face turned pale in a flash, she immediately knew that Creton's judgment hit the truth.

Her first reaction was the opposite of Creton.

"I'll call the sheriff."

She left behind the counter, but the route choice was very failed. The fat old man rushed over and grabbed her leg. This sudden change made her scream.

But the fat old man didn't hurt her, he just cried loudly, and tried hard to apply tears and nose to her cotton printed skirt.

"Forgive me! I will never do it again, I have no choice but to do it! I used to work for Mr. Stepan and searched for antiques for him, but he disappeared and the final payment was not paid. I still decided by myself and borrowed a loan

The antiques he bought for him are now almost forcing me to death. It is not enough to sell them again. I really can only do this, otherwise what other business can an old man like me do to make money?"

He sobbed in a crying voice, rubbed his face against Charlotte's skirt, and Creton could even see the reflection of liquid on it.

As a real sheriff, his mentality was not fluctuating at this moment, and he even maliciously guessed whether he was too anxious to go out, so he had to use Charlotte's skirt to repair the procedure for washing his face.

But this would not work. Creton walked over and planned to pull him away.

"I won't say it anymore, don't say it, please let me go!"

Charlotte pushed the old man hard in panic. He suddenly fell backwards, and his head hit the counter, motionless. Just as the poor girl thought he was dead, he got up again

, smiled and wiped his face clean with his hands.

"The Lord will bless you, kind-hearted people!"

Cretton stopped and reminded him: "You haven't compensated me for the counter yet, old guy."

The fat old man's face collapsed again. He reached into his pocket with a trembling hand and took out a pendant necklace with a silver chain.

Creton stopped him in disgust: "I said, there are no burial objects here."

"No, no, this is not a burial object, this is what I picked up from the river beach." The old man held the necklace to defend, his face turned red: "This is really picked up. If I lie, I will never be able to do this in my life

drink wine!"

He swears, and with confidence, Cretton took the necklace and shook it sceptically. The smell on it was indeed different from the grave, with a faint fragrance of water plants.

The fat old man saw that he smelled it again, and was excited, rubbed his hands constantly, and smiled at him in a flattering way.

"Look, is that right?"

The store manager ignored him and continued to move the necklace close to the electrical lamp. The cool white light reflected an elegant color on the silver necklace.

The pendant at the front of the necklace is a small vertical oval photo frame, but it is not a photo inside, but a layer of cut ivory material. The craftsman used his ingenuity to carve a girl's avatar relief on the white ivory.

There is another layer of thin glass on the outside.

The relief was not colored, the pure white girl was quiet, her eyes were drooping, and she wore a headband made of seaweed, as if she was waiting, missing someone.

Although the material is not valuable, Cretton likes this creativity very much.

He flipped the pendant and saw a line of words engraved on the back of the photo frame, but it was blurred and there were traces of water erosion.

"It's well-made. If you deduct the repair cost, I'll give you four pounds and five shillings." Cretton's tone was a little relaxed, but it was still unquestionable.

This was almost an unexpected surprise. The fat old man took the money and withdrew from the "rust silver coins". Seeing his fat figure twisting and walking away, Miss Charlotte finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Cretton tucked her necklace into her pocket and signaled her to go back to the back of the counter.

"If you encounter such a guy in the future, don't talk like going to the sheriff like this, it will ruin our reputation."

"Because we are selling the remains of dead people too? I get it." Charlotte sat down dejectedly on the chair and looked down at his contaminated skirt.

"This is just one of the reasons. Another reason is that they will team up to disrupt our business. When you see a tomb robber, you can't be sure whether he has any accomplices. This kind of tomb robber organization is very united."

Creton glanced at the door, leaned his upper body on the counter, and his voice was low: "Like the old man just now, he must have an accomplice."

Miss Charlotte opened her eyes in surprise: "Mr. Bello, how did you see it?"

Clayton shrugged: "It's easy to get this answer - if he digs a grave alone, he wouldn't be so fat."

The female assistant covered her mouth and laughed, quickly putting aside her displeasure.

After laughing, she suddenly realized that the boss seemed to be different from before.

"You are in a good mood today. Did you encounter something good when I was away?"

"I have to take revenge. My relatives reunite and I have built a good tombstone for my friend. The money I earned is enough to fill the debt I borrowed in the early days of opening a store. I feel that life is full of passion and can no longer imagine what I thought in the past.

"Clayton exhaled and said the above words in a joking tone.

Charlotte didn't take them seriously and said with a smile: "Your experience sounds like a novel."

"That's it." Creton touched his beard, stood up again, and stopped leaning against the counter: "Miss Charlotte, I'm going to arrange for my niece to go to high school. What's the high school you've been to?"

"Is Xin Jiani Academy? Overall, it's pretty good. Several good teachers I know should still work there."

"I need a letter of recommendation, if you're willing to help me."

This request made Charlotte a little embarrassed, and she had a certain moral persistence in this regard.

"Sorry, Mr. Bello, but I won't write a letter of recommendation to someone I've never met before. You must at least let me see her before I can tell you my decision."

"What you want is your words." Cretton pressed his hand on the counter and raised his voice confidently: "Great, I'll let you two meet at noon. My niece is smart and beautiful, you will fall in love with her.

of."

He changed the subject: "But this girl has lived in the countryside before. Please ask you to take her for a while and help her pick some ladylike clothes in the department store, and I will pay the bill."

"Although I vaguely remember that the position I applied for was not a maid, who made you the boss?" Charlotte sighed and slapped the envelopes and account books accumulated on the table. These tasks were obviously impossible to complete today.

"I beg me to go home before that, and the skirt becomes like this and it's impossible to see anyone."

"Of course, this is not very urgent."

Clayton solved the matter and went upstairs to his studio.

The Bishop's Armor Seal sent by Joe Mani before was placed on the table.

He pinched the ring and glanced at it a few times, stuffed it into the box, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Donna is still a human being, which makes him feel very relieved.

Just this morning, he went to Donna's room for inspection, and there was no trace of it, something he could not do even with Presbyterian inhibitors.

Inhibitors can only keep him sane, but not keep him in a human form.
To be continued...