But Charles Grant said, “I’m not here for money. I only earn silver by catching thieves with my own skills.”

With that, he didn’t bother with any formalities, turned around, and walked out.

“Wait.”

Suddenly, someone spoke.

Charles Grant turned to look and saw that Olivia Miller, who hadn’t spoken all along, had stood up.

Although Olivia Miller didn’t know Muzi, he knew that Edward Cooper wasn’t killed by an outsider. Since the person arrested was wronged, if there was a way, he should try to help.

So he turned to Jane Miller, trying hard to look silly and naive, and said, “Big brother, I want to go. I know that person.”

Jane Miller narrowed his eyes slightly, sized up Olivia Miller for a while, and a tolerant smile appeared on his face. He said, “Xiao’er, you’re getting more and more playful.”

In fact, Olivia Miller was a bit nervous, afraid that Jane Miller would notice something was off, so he didn’t even dare to refer to himself as ‘I’.

“Xiao’er isn’t being playful, Xiao’er wants to help.”

Jane Miller said slowly, “Mencius said, ‘Everything is fate; to accept it is right. Therefore, those who understand fate do not stand under a crumbling wall.’ Xiao’er, do you know what that means?”

Olivia Miller was taken aback. What’s this, quoting the classics out of nowhere?

Those who understand fate do not stand under a crumbling wall—was this telling him not to do dangerous things? It’s just a trip to the constable’s office, what danger could there be?

“Xiao’er knows. I also know the next line: ‘To die fulfilling one’s duty is true fate.’”

Jane Miller was a bit surprised and said, “How does Xiao’er know that... huh?”

“Lily read it to me. She reads to me every day.”

Jane Miller nodded, probably indicating that Lily was a responsible and good maid.

“Do you really want to go, Xiao’er?”

“Mm.”

Jane Miller thought for a moment and sighed, “Alright. In the past, I always told you to study, and it’s rare that you actually understood the great principles in books. ‘To die fulfilling one’s duty is true fate.’ Fine, since it’s not because you want to play, if you want to go, then go.”

Olivia Miller couldn’t help but complain inwardly. It’s just a trip to the constable’s office, why make it sound so solemn?

“Alright.”

Jane Miller then turned to Charles Grant and said calmly, “Please take good care of my younger brother, officer. I am somewhat acquainted with your esteemed supervisor, Mr. Bolton. If anything happens to my brother and I have to trouble Mr. Bolton, that wouldn’t be good.”

With that one sentence, William Grant’s expression changed slightly, and his previously straight back slumped a little.

Richard Benson’s eyelid twitched violently, and he thought to himself, “The eldest son of the The Miller Family clearly has a strong presence, yet his reputation isn’t widespread. If the ‘second son, who is said to be quite skilled in business,’ is even more formidable, how impressive must he be?”

Thinking this, he felt a bit regretful for gossiping about the The Miller Family with Henry Bolton yesterday just for a cup of tea.

The group left the main hall. When Lily heard that Olivia Miller was going to the constable’s office, she insisted on accompanying the young master.

Olivia Miller really didn’t want Lily to come along, but the little girl was determined not to be separated from him, and he had no way to refuse, so he had to bring her along.

After leaving the residence, Richard Benson and Emily Foster took their leave.

Jane Miller had someone prepare carriages, so William Grant and Charles Grant rode in one carriage at the front, while Olivia Miller and Lily rode in another behind them.

This outing, Olivia Miller mainly wanted to see the world and observe this era, so he lifted the carriage curtain and stuck his head out to look around.

When the carriage turned onto East Main Street, the whole way was bustling. Shops lined the street, peddlers crowded the roads, and pedestrians came and went in droves. Some were dressed in finery, others in rags; some faces glowed with health, others were gaunt and thin.

Restaurants and teahouses, antique shops and pawnshops, flower and bird markets, fish vendors...

Olivia Miller could only ask Lily from time to time, “What’s that?”

“You’ve seen it before, young master. That’s acrobatics and street performers.” Lily turned to look, her eyes lighting up as well.

They saw a little girl in black clothes doing somersaults on a big table. After flipping more than a dozen times, she did a handstand on the table, gripped a small bow with her toes, nocked an arrow with the other foot, drew the string, and shot the arrow in a bizarre posture.

The arrow flew like a meteor and hit a target on the second floor of a distant restaurant.

Cheers erupted all around.

Walter Miller looked closely. The little girl was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her face was tanned dark, her skin badly cracked, and her lips were split with several bloody grooves. When she stood up, her legs were already deformed.

Hearing the cheers around him, Olivia Miller suddenly lost interest, let the carriage curtain fall, and sat gloomily.

“Young master, why aren’t you watching anymore?” Lily immediately noticed he wasn’t happy.

“The onlookers think she’s skilled, but for someone so young to master such abilities, how much hardship must she have endured?”

Lily was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the little girl’s badly deformed legs, she too felt a pang of pity.

The next moment, she looked at Olivia Miller with a somewhat strange expression.

Olivia Miller realized he had spoken too smoothly and logically. If Lily became suspicious, that would be troublesome.

But he didn’t dare explain further, so he just puffed out his cheeks and put on a bored look.

Fortunately, not long after, the carriage arrived at the capital’s constable office.

Olivia Miller was led by Lily as he got off the carriage and followed Charles Grant...

Chapter 7: The Industry Chain