But now, these letters had become evidence against them.
No matter what it is, if it threatens our well-being, we should destroy it.
Mayor Herman said, "I'll go next door to borrow some fire."
Mrs. Herman clicked her tongue, "Don't you have a flint?"
Mayor Herman replied helplessly, "The bandits took all our stuff. A lot of things are missing."
Mrs. Herman asked, "You didn't lose the letters, did you?"
Mayor Herman froze for a moment, patting himself down, "I remember I kept them close to me..."
Mrs. Herman reminded him, "You changed your clothes before going out. I washed them and hung them outside to dry."
Mayor Herman said, "It's fine. I wrapped them in oil paper, so they shouldn't be damaged."
But when he stepped outside, the clothes that were hanging by the door were gone.
Mayor Herman: "..."
Oh no, is fate playing a joke on him?
