The unexpected reply made Lila stop crying for a moment. She looked at the police officer and asked in confusion,

"Someone else?"

At the same time, she thought to herself: Does this mean that only one person was responsible for all of this?

The police officer was about to say something more when a stern rebuke interrupted him:

"Jimmy! What are you blabbering about?! Go and maintain order right away! Stop slacking off here!"

Another man, wearing a uniform one rank higher than that of an ordinary police officer, had a stern expression on his face.

Evidently, he was dissatisfied with the garrulous behavior of the police officer named Jimmy just now.

Chastised, Jimmy didn't dare to talk back. He lowered his head and scurried away.

Lila watched the police officer walk away. Her eyes, framed by red - rimmed eyelids, were filled with contemplation.

"I wonder who is so remarkable as to have accomplished such a feat. He is truly a hero worthy of the name!"

Mrs. Deli also reached the same conclusion as Lila from the previous conversation and didn't stint on praise for the mysterious hero.

The excitement lasted almost a day and a night.

The entire town of Dude was like a place celebrating a festival.

Some parents of the children, in an attempt to comfort their frightened offspring, took them around the town and let them buy whatever they wanted.

They had expected to spend a large amount of money, but the children's reactions were surprisingly uniform.

These abducted children showed an extreme aversion to unfamiliar people and things in the outside world.

No matter how their parents asked, they just buried their heads in their parents' arms and refused to answer.

Such abnormal reactions broke the parents' hearts, but they just assumed that the children were overly frightened and would recover in time.

...

The next day, in Bayek.

After finishing his breakfast, Glen took the trouble to explain the work requirements to Ravel in detail.

The curly - haired young master listened exceptionally attentively this time. Evidently, the lesson taught by hunger had been effective.

After lamenting in his heart that the unruly demeanor of the brat was now a thing of the past, Glen drove his deer - drawn cart towards the town of Dude.

There was still a door to be replaced at Mrs. Ryan's house. Finishing the job early would also give him time to look for a suitable place to open a store.

With Deffa's words as proof, he had some confidence in the future business of the store.

As he was making plans in his mind, the deer - drawn cart had already been in the town of Dude for some time.

Coming back to his senses, Glen immediately oriented himself and headed towards Mrs. Ryan's residence.

However, he vaguely noticed that some of the town's residents looked worried.

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But he didn't think much of it. There was nothing strange about it. He just attributed it to his keen perception, which had made him aware of it involuntarily.

As he approached the familiar house, Glen saw Mrs. Ryan from a distance, carrying some items and returning.

"Mrs. Ryan!" Glen greeted her warmly, jumping off the deer - drawn cart and walking a few steps towards her.

"Oh, it's Glen. You're here so early. I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Mrs. Ryan really liked this warm and steady young man. Despite his youth, he knew a great deal, wasn't frivolous or arrogant, and had even saved her husband's life.

If she had a daughter, she would definitely try every means to make Glen her son - in - law.

"It would be crazy not to be enthusiastic about making money," Glen shrugged.

"You're right. Hehe..." Mrs. Ryan smiled and took out two yellow fruits from the basket she was carrying and handed them to Glen. "Here, these are egg yolk fruits. They taste really good. Try them."

Glen wasn't polite and accepted them.

These were fruits unique to this world. The original host had tasted them, so Glen also knew that they were indeed delicious.

"I'll replace the door for you first. I still have some things to do later."

"All right, but don't you need to take the measurements first?"

"No need. I checked yesterday. The doors in your house are all of the same size."

As they exchanged a few words, Glen had already taken out a wooden door, a hammer, nails, a door hinge, etc. from the deer - drawn cart and started installing the door skillfully.

Finally, he took out a lock and said, "Madam, I've also prepared a door lock for you. Consider it a bonus. I won't charge you extra for it."

"That won't do..."

Mrs. Ryan didn't want Glen to suffer a loss and was about to refuse when she heard Glen say, "If you refuse, it will make us seem like strangers, madam."

Mrs. Ryan thought it made sense and remained silent, though she felt a bit embarrassed inside.

After all, she had received so much kindness from him.

However, all this so - called kindness from Glen was almost entirely out of his own volition, for he always did things according to his heart.

It didn't take much effort for Glen to perfectly install the new door.

Just as he was about to take his leave, Sheriff Dogli returned from outside, looking a bit anxious.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Glen was still there.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. Ryan asked, looking at her husband in confusion.

"It's nothing. I have something to ask Glen." Dogli took off his hat and smoothed his slightly balding head.

Glen could guess what the other party wanted to ask and didn't refuse. He said, "Sure. Shall we talk here?"

Glancing at his wife, Dogli hesitated and said softly, "It's something about work. Let's go over there and talk as we walk."

He pointed to the square in the distance.

Glen nodded.

Although Mrs. Ryan was dissatisfied with Dogli's secrecy towards her, she didn't say much. She just said to come back for dinner later and then went about her own business.

"That matter..."

"I did it."

As they walked on the sparsely populated square, Dogli had just started to speak when Glen directly admitted it.

This left the sheriff stunned for quite a while.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength. I was worried that you might be in danger living in a place like Bayek. It seems I was overthinking it."

Seeing the other party's self - deprecating expression, Glen thought for a moment and said, "You don't need to worry, Sheriff. I won't abuse this power."

"I understand. My many years of professional experience have given me a good eye for people. And you, I could tell from the first glance that you're a man with a sense of justice."

The sheriff affirmed Glen's character.

Then he suddenly changed the subject and said, "We reported this incident truthfully. The response from above was rather strange, or rather, they showed unusual concern. This might be related to that huge worm."

Glen didn't expect the other party to tell him such a thing and reminded him, "Sheriff, is it appropriate for you to tell me something that's internal to your police station?"

Dogli waved his hand with a smile. "You answered my question without hesitation. Why can't I make an exception this time?"

"All right." Glen was at a loss for words. Then he continued the previous topic and asked, "So, how are they dealing with it?"

Dogli wore a troubled expression and said, "They will send people down to investigate and take away the worm's corpse. They will surely come to you then, and you might get into trouble."

"Everything should be based on evidence. If they can't find any, what can they do to me?"

"It's not that simple. Although our police station in this town is like this, in fact, the people above are often unreasonable."

"I see..." Glen lowered his head and began to think.

Although it was a bit troublesome, Glen had his own countermeasures. He was just thinking about how to minimize the impact.

"However, I will try to cover for you. The only problem is that there are too many people in the police station who know the truth. Eventually, they will still find out about you. I think you should leave for a while to lie low."

At this point, Dogli offered his own suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Glen looked up and smiled. "It's okay. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I have my own way to deal with it."