The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Elm Street, evening.

Looking at his dress in the mirror, Sigmund nodded in satisfaction. He had a well-tailored long dress, an exquisite silk top hat, and a badge representing his identity on his chest. He even chose a new wooden one for this banquet. cane.

Suddenly a pair of soft arms wrapped around the neck, Ashley stood on tiptoe, straightened the tie around Sigmund's neck, and then tapped his lips lightly on his cheek.

"I hope you won't sneak into the boudoir of some noble lady tonight." Ashley half-joked.

"Although I really want to, but I need a good rest." Sigmund smiled.

"Are you sure?" Ashley asked back, "Then I'll go to Rebecca's room tonight."

"Don't go, wait for me."

Sigmund gave his female companion a meaningful look, then picked up the cane and quickly went downstairs. After being promoted to level 5, his hair finally returned to growth, and after only a day or two, it grew quite a bit. Although the layer of stubble is still very short, it is much stronger than the previous appearance of the braised egg.

Prince Philip lived in a large manor close to the palace. When Sigmund arrived there, it was late in the evening, the sun had just set, and he parked the carriage. After identity verification and layer-by-layer inspection, he entered the manor, and then showed his With the invitation, he entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the attendants.

Prince Philip's manor looks very simple on the surface, but the interior decoration is extraordinarily luxurious. The current Sigmund is no longer the poor household who just crossed over for a few gold pounds. If you browse casually, the price of some decorations is very low. It is clear at a glance.

"It seems that even siblings of the same mother have very different behaviors and personalities." He couldn't help muttering in a low voice. Charlotte is low-key and doesn't like waste and luxury, but this Prince Philip This is obviously the other extreme.

"You have also discovered the hobby of our prince." A voice sounded from next to his ear, Sigmund turned his head, and then saw a woman wearing a dark investigation bureau uniform and neat short brown hair appearing in front of him around.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, he didn't feel any sense of this woman's appearance just now.

"Sorry, I appeared too suddenly." The woman stretched out her right hand. Her skin was very fair, and her appearance was not outstanding, even a bit too ordinary. Sigmund subconsciously took a deep breath. There are too many special breaths captured on the body.

"Uludia, one of the five chief executives, a sixth-level fallen contractor, and a shadow master." The woman introduced herself generously.

"CEO?" Sigmund smiled after noticing the small badge pinned to the other party's neckline, "Henrik, son of chaos of the fifth order."

"I didn't expect that someone could actually walk the way of the Duke." Uludia sighed, "Do you know? Inside the investigation bureau, you are now one of the biggest mysteries, and everyone is full of you." curious."

"I understand, you are all doubting whether I, a guy who came out of nowhere, can be qualified for the position of CEO?" Sigmund laughed.

"That's what ordinary demon hunters think. For us, what we are more curious about is what is so special about you that makes His Excellency the Duke willing to break the rules for you."

"I'm in charge of the guard work tonight. If you need my cooperation, you can come to me at any time." She raised her head and glanced, "I won't disturb you." After she finished speaking, she didn't even say hello, and went to her own left.

The shadow master is the sixth level of the fallen contract. Before that, the fallen contractor's frontal combat ability was not strong. Although at the fifth level, he could increase his strength by spreading fear and thus possess a certain frontal combat effectiveness.

But only when they enter the sixth level can they truly become fully powerful.

Shadow masters are the controllers of the shadows. They can create a shadow clone with the same power as themselves to assist in the battle. This shadow clone can also use extraordinary items and forbidden items, and can also be equipped with weapons.

Most of the time, no one can even figure out whether the shadow master they see is him or just a clone. And the lethality that can be erupted by the cooperation between the avatar and the main body is extremely terrifying.

In addition, they also have a series of powerful extraordinary abilities such as shadow connection, invisibility cloak, and shadow cloak. It can be said that this is the enemy Sigmund is least willing to meet so far.

Just as he was thinking, a flattering voice came from his ear, "Mr. Henrik, we meet again."

"Are you there too?" Sigmund glanced at Thomas, who immediately squeezed a smile on his face, "Thanks to your help, I handled a few things in the western waters, so that both Uncle Garcia and Father I am very satisfied, so my father brought me to this banquet tonight."

Thomas explained a few words in a low voice, and put all the credit on Sigmund. Then he said without leaving a trace that he had visited Rebecca, and apologized for the mistakes he made before.

"You did a good job. In the future, if there is a need for the telephone company, I will let Rebecca find you directly." Sigmund said casually.

"Don't worry, Mr. Henrik, your business is mine!" Thomas assured, patting his chest.

At this moment, a waiter walked up to Thomas and told him to go to the side hall to accompany the second finance minister to meet Prince Philip and Bishop Norius.

Hearing this move in Sigmund's heart, he called Thomas aside and gave a few serious instructions before letting him go.

The following time became a bit boring, the banquet had not officially started, and people would come over to say hello to him from time to time.

After knowing his identity, most of the people were friendly with some alienation. After all, under normal circumstances, no one wants to deal with the Bureau of Investigation.

Except for some nobles, the young noble ladies who had the most contact with him were those young noble ladies. They didn't have too much ideological burden, but they just instinctively felt that Sigmund was handsome and tall, and wanted to subconsciously contact him.

But Sigmund didn't have any interest in these girls, on the contrary, he was a little annoyed, but what he didn't know was that in a certain room upstairs, someone was watching his every move through the wall.

"Is he the CEO who was promoted by Dressel himself?" Bishop Norius frowned, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Why does he look a bit like the portrait of the massacre that Admiral Dominique sent someone to draw? resemblance?"

"It's really similar. Are they the same person?" Beside Bishop Norius, a woman with a plump figure and a quiet face in a moon-white robe said.

"It happened in the western waters. The Minister of Finance we saw just now, his youngest son, that little guy named Thomas, seems to have been by Garcia's side not long ago. Do you want to call him to ask?" the woman suggested road.

"Bishop Yvonne, I will do as you say." Norius nodded.

Not long after, Thomas, who was confused, was brought into the room.