The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Is it so open?"

"Is this for throwing yourself into your arms?"

Sigmund was slightly dazed, and countless thoughts ran wildly from his mind. In his panic, he couldn't even recognize the identity of the girl in front of him at the first moment.

"Couldn't this be a conspiracy by that old fellow Antoine?"

"Fairy dance?"

Thinking of this, Sigmund tapped his toes lightly, and his body involuntarily entered into a volleying posture.

You will be the second woman after Montana to experience my toughness.

At the critical moment, the girl seemed to be aware of her identity, and finally stopped in front of Sigmund.

But because she was too fast, she subconsciously grabbed Sigmund's hands.

"Sigmund, why are you here?"

Gathering his mind, Sigmund also recognized the identity of the girl in front of him.

Rila Perio.

The perfumer's daughter, the only daughter.

Immediately, countless pictures emerged in my mind, the girl's shy eyes, dodging eyes, several seemingly casual encounters, and carefully prepared small gifts.

Does this girl like me?

"Miss Rilla, Mr. Perio has ordered you not to leave your room!"

Upstairs, an etiquette teacher in a black uniform walked down quickly. Even when she was walking at extreme speed, she could maintain a relatively elegant posture.

Rila didn't look back, but looked at Sigmund excitedly.

"Why did you come here? Why did you come here?" The girl's hands tightened, even leaving a mark on Sigmund's arm.

There is hope in the eyes.

Does this girl think that I'm here to elope with her? After one or two breaths, the etiquette teacher behind her approached, and the girl finally calmed down, as if she had made up her mind.

"Sigmon, listen to me, there is something I must tell you, I know..."

"Rilla Perio!"

There was a cold shout, and Antoine, who was wearing a frost mask, appeared at the stairs. Seeing this man, Rilla's face changed suddenly, she glanced at Sigmund hesitantly, and let go of her hand.

"Take her upstairs."

Antoine ordered in a deep voice.

"what do you want to say?"

Sigmund asked, but the girl just lowered her head without saying anything.

Abandoning the surrounding servants, only two Sigmunds remained in the living room.

There are also two bodyguards standing not far from Antoine.

Sharp eyes, strong body, and... a gun.

"Ram told me there was a sum of money..."

Sigmund put on a tentative look.

"This is real."

Antoine smiled and motioned the butler to put the brewed black tea in front of the two of them, "Mr. Skind, I need you to do me a favor."

"You'll get a hundred gold pounds when it's over!"

hiss.

Sigmund sat up straight, and even knocked down the teacup on the table because of panic.

"What do you want me to do? I don't know if I can... wait! I can't do things that violate the law." Sigmund said in a panic.

"It's very simple."

Antoine smiled, "I think you should have known about your father's affairs. Although I'm sorry, the evidence is solid..."

"To be honest, I don't care what he did or who he killed, but now there are many bad rumors outside!"

Antoine raised the volume sharply.

"I'm in the perfume business, and now because of the murder case, it has become the center of public opinion. Many people are talking about it. Some people even think that the breath of the dead will stay in the workshop for a long time."

"They say my perfume has the shadow of the dead in it."

Antoine leaned forward, feeling oppressive with his huge body.

"This is very bad. It doesn't matter if someone dies, but it can't affect my business!"

"So I hope this matter gets resolved as soon as possible."

"Let Lawrence give up the opportunity to appeal. This matter is over, and they cannot be given a chance to continue discussing."

"I hope you can persuade him. In addition, it is best to make a statement in the newspaper, stating that he is no longer an employee here before the murder. What he did was completely out of revenge."

"Aside from poor Tony, I am also a victim and my perfume workshop has been affected."

Antoine knocked on the table and revealed his real purpose.

It seems that no matter which world you are in, the purpose and face of capitalists are the same.

Sigmund didn't speak, his mind was spinning rapidly.

"This is killing him, killing my father!" He looked sad.

"Why?" Antoine smiled.

"I think you should have heard what the lawyer said. Aren't you willing to trust the police? The evidence is overwhelming. Lawrence killed the man."

"While he's good and has always been good, everybody makes mistakes."

"My child, you are not harming him, but helping him."

"Save him from pain."

Antoine stretched out his fat palm to pat Sigmund on the shoulder, but the latter inadvertently dodged it.

"Look, you not only helped him but also left a sum of money, even if you don't need it, but think about your sister, she is still studying and wants to get married."

"Without a generous dowry, are you going to marry your sister to a stinking drunkard?"

"Think about it, Lawrence is stubborn, but you should be smarter than him, and you will definitely make him change his mind."

Antoine was persuasive and seductive, and he winked quietly while talking.

Soon the butler came up with a tray, on which was a stack of silver coupons, a thick stack.

"Accept my terms, the money is yours!"

Huh...huh...

Sigmund lowered his head and kept panting. After a long time, he stood up abruptly, clenched his hands into fists, "Who do you think I am?!"

he growled.

"Lawrence is not the murderer. He was wronged. We will definitely find out the truth. If I give up now, it will be equivalent to killing him with my own hands."

"Do you think you can make me yield?"

"Do you think this little money can change my mind?"

"I tell you, that's impossible!"

Sigmund was so impassioned that he spit flying all over the place, leaving Antoine speechless, and the smile on his face froze completely.

At this time, the housekeeper and two bodyguards who were standing not far away looked at Sigmund with an extra recognition in their eyes.

A passionate young man, although he is stupid, he is really cute.

"Snapped!"

Antoine's generous palm fell on the table, interrupting Sigmund's words and freeing him from embarrassment.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on his face.

"Well, since you don't agree, then I can only..."

"etc!"

"Who said I didn't agree?" Sigmund raised his voice.

The expression on An Tuowan's face was frozen, he raised his head and stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

"Mr. Pelio, have you misunderstood something?"

Sigmund forced a smile on his face.

"That's Lawrence, my dearest person. Tell me, how can a normal person do such a beastly thing?"

Antoine looked confused, "Then what do you mean...?"

Snapped!

Sitting on the sofa, Sigmund stretched out his hand to hold down the thick silver certificate, "These... are not enough?"

He looked serious.

"I have to pay more!"

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In addition, thanks to the book friend Silent Hypnotist for the reward,