The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

When leaving Antoine's mansion, Sigmund noticed that the housekeepers and bodyguards all looked like they were being ridden on their faces by a mare.

Finally, after bargaining, he left with 150 gold pounds. With this money, when the matter is over, at least they can find a place to stay.

Of course it is rented.

"Sir, that Sigmund left in the carriage." The butler walked into the room.

"very good."

Antoine nodded, "Help me book a restaurant at noon tomorrow. I want to see Officer Lenny." The perfume merchant ordered casually.

"Sir, don't you worry...that Lawrence won't agree?"

"Don't worry, as long as Sigmund accepts the money, Lawrence will definitely agree, because he knows that if he doesn't do that, the young man will have a very miserable end."

"By then I'd have a relatively legitimate reason to do a lot of things, and Lawrence will understand."

"Hey, what a poor fellow, he's the most skilled of all my workers, but his son is an idiot."

"I heard that kid was cheated and even sold his house." Antoine asked casually.

"Yes."

"He bought a carriage with the money from the sale of the house."

"That's really good news. I don't think he'll last long with 150 gold pounds."

Antoine signed his name on the document, then waved his hand, "Send someone to look after Rila, tell anyone not to come near here, I'm going to make a new perfume formula."

"Good sir."

The butler quietly exited the room, closed the door, and soon Antoine muttered softly.

"Is it bergamot, or rosemary oil?... No, it's a mixed smell, damn it, the concentration is too high, I can't smell anything deeper..."

The old butler abandoned the servants around him. He knew that Antoine didn't like to be disturbed by others at this time, and he also knew that the old Antoine had lost the aura of the past.

He is not creating perfumes, but imitating them.

On the other side, Sigmund, who had left the mansion, glanced back and gave up the idea of ​​sneaking in.

Although he came into contact with the extraordinary, Sigmund was not dazzled by the power, because the extraordinary is not the only one, and the country's violent institutions still have a deterrent to the extraordinary power.

He has now found the key to help his father get rid of the biggest suspicion, and there is no need to aggressively startle the snake.

As for money today.

This was a complete surprise.

While leaving, Sigmund saw a distressed figure coming from the corner of the street.

Oh poor Ram.

Hope he didn't wait too long in that alley.

When she returned to the apartment, Rebecca hadn't rested yet and was still studying the details of the case carefully. Her seriousness and dedication were admirable.

The two communicated for a while, and then took an early rest.

This was the most peaceful night Sigmund had slept since crossing.

Wake up, wash up, simple breakfast.

Then Sigmund drove the carriage to the police station. Not long after the carriage was parked, the burly Gildo appeared in front of him.

"You look much better now."

Sigmund was joking, Gildo was covered with thick bandages from his palms to his arms, and his face was still a little pale.

He was seriously injured, and he should not be sent out to perform missions in a short time.

"How's Montana?"

"She got a promotion and needs a little time to consolidate." Gildo was vague, and then the two began to discuss Lawrence's case.

"From now on, this case belongs to me."

"you?"

"Are you surprised? I have a corresponding position in the police station." Gildo puffed up his chest and took out his badge.

special investigator

Gildo nodded, "You should know what we are going to do. Sometimes we need the support of some official organizations. In order to avoid trouble, it is very important to have an identity that can be recognized by everyone."

"So..." Sigmund looked puzzled.

"So now the case is mine!"

Then Sigmund saw what it means to be overbearing. Gildo took the badge and led everyone directly into the warehouse where the evidence was stored, and easily took out the relevant physical evidence of the case.

The whole process is unbelievably easy.

"This is extraordinary power."

Gildo approached Sigmund and whispered.

"We need to talk about your problem when we're done with this."

"What's my problem?" Sigmund was taken aback.

"Dude, don't you think that the kingdom would let a guy like you wander outside?" He muttered softly, opening the evidence one by one.

According to the procedure, after finishing the preparations, the female assassin immediately got the bloody dagger.

As she stabbed and swung, she felt the center of gravity of the dagger's material, and just casually shot it, which attracted Gildo's attention.

The rough man's eyes gradually became sharper.

But before he could say anything, Sigmund spoke first.

"This is indeed Lawrence's weapon, but not the knife that killed the man."

"how do you know?"

Rebecca and Gildo asked at the same time, and even Ashley showed a little doubt.

There was dried blood on the blade, and Sigmund closed his eyes, and his movements caught Gildo's attention.

After a while, he opened his eyes with determination in his eyes.

"Because what was left on the dagger was not human blood."

"Not human blood?"

Ashley lowered her head, but there was no breath left on the dry mark.

Rebecca still looked puzzled, but Gildo seemed to understand something, and his eyes became serious.

"you sure?"

"Montana should have mentioned to you what happened in the manor..."

"Also, I need to remind you of the woman's perfume on your body...you should be with..."

"etc!"

In the middle of speaking, Sigmund's face suddenly changed wildly, and he took a step back, almost bumping into Rebecca who was standing behind.

"How do you know that my morning..."

Gildo looked surprised.

"Shut up and don't talk to me!"

"What's wrong?" Both Rebecca and Ashley looked puzzled.

Seriously injured and unable to exercise, morning, woman...

"What did you have for breakfast?"

At this moment, Sigmund hated himself so much why he used his sensory ability on Gildo.

"I... I didn't do anything but meet two friends and have a bowl of seafood soup in the restaurant."

Gildo wiped his mouth and stroked his beard around him.

Nothing, I'm obviously paying attention.

The guy's sense of smell is terrible too.

"It's just a normal breakfast, the abalone and shrimp tail are very fresh," Gildo explained.

"Alright alright……"

Sigmund's face was stiff. At this time, he didn't want to go any further. It's better not to know some truths.

"Do you still need me to prove it?" He asked angrily.

"No, no need, I believe in you!"

Gildo nodded frantically, looking at Sigmund at this time, even with a little fear.

"Even if there is no human blood on the knife, how can you prove it?"

Only Rebecca's attention was still on the case itself.

"Leave it to me, I know there is a place where I can give the most authoritative explanation."

"The Royal Academy of Physicians."

Afterwards, Gildo fled with a dagger, and Sigmund and others also got the chance to meet Lawrence.