Clyde, whose teeth had been knocked out, couldn't speak fluently. He wanted to argue, but he couldn't say anything.
Clyde stammered.
"Please trust me once. I can do this job!"
Grimm refused him ruthlessly.
"Clyde, it's not that I don't trust your working ability. It's just that you need good treatment now."
"When you recover, the count will treat you well."
This time, Clyde could get a big credit.
Clyde was a little anxious, but he couldn't think of any strong reason to persuade Grimm to let him stay and take over the city's work.
Grimm had made up her mind to send Clyde back.
At the same time, she had arranged another civil official.
Most of the public officials of the Nightingale County city had been simply selected and sent to everywhere.
The allowance was also very high.
Fortunately, things were simple.
They just needed to sort out the information and carry out Tom's order.
"What else do you want?"
Grimm asked Clyde patiently.
Clyde pleaded.