The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"I didn't think of any man." Montana adjusted the expression on her face and denied it.

"You can't lie to me." Belga smiled slightly, "But it's very strange, is your heart wondering about something?"

"That man is the new CEO of the Bureau of Investigation, named Henrik, right?" Belga frowned and looked at the direction Sigmund had left before.

"This man is very strange." As she spoke, she added silently in her heart, "It actually gave me a very familiar feeling."

You must know that Belgarde is not really from a small border country. In this innocent-looking girl with a sweet face, there is a blasphemer named Bellegarde active, even if it is only subconsciously. Curiosity and familiarity were enough to make Bellegarde wary.

"It's a pity." I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. This new body has many advantages, but it lacks the extraordinary sense of smell that she had been relying on before.

Bellegarde used to be able to judge the ups and downs of a person's emotions just by her sense of smell. As long as she has seen people in the places she walked, even after a complete makeover, it is difficult to escape her capture through her sense of smell.

This sense of familiarity made Belgar realize that that Henrik should be someone he had met when he was active as Bellegarde.

"Who could it be?" She tried to think and analyze, but couldn't find anyone who matched her identity.

"Damn it, it seems that while working hard to improve my strength, I should also find a way to restore the sense of smell I once had." She was thinking silently, but when she saw the girl in front of her, another idea popped up in Belga's heart.

"Did you know Montana, when we are active, we often use our eyes to capture most of the information habitually, but in fact we observe the whole world in all directions, vision is only one of them, and some Hidden messages are affecting us too."

"Like the taste."

"A person's breath is closely related to his life, habits, age, environment, and spices used, but in fact, stripping off all the influences of the outside world, everyone has their own purest breath, which is As unique as our spirit."

"Berga, what do you mean by that?" Montana asked.

"It's nothing, just talking nonsense, I always do what you said." Belgar waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, the banquet is about to start, let's go in."

Montana didn't speak, but thoughts about the unique aura kept circling in her mind.

"A unique breath, if Henrik and Sigmund are really the same person..."

Thinking of the weird and embarrassing close contact between the two, Montana suddenly had a bold idea in her heart. If she could find a reasonable reason to get in touch with Henrik at a very close distance, then the smell on him... …

With a flash in front of her eyes, Montana realized that the dance party in the near future is the best opportunity!

At the same time, Bishop Yvonne returned to the banquet hall with her usual solemnity. She walked slowly to Bishop Norius. , and then walked to a young man.

It was a handsome young man with soft hair, a crown on his head, a gorgeous gown, and a rapier at his waist. From the top of the head to the bottom of his feet, every inch of fabric and every accessory on the man's body was extremely luxurious.

With a smile on his face, he responded to every guest with perfect etiquette that was neither cordial nor majestic. From this point of view, Philip fully met everyone's definition of a prince.

Noble, majestic and charming.

At the edge, many noble ladies gathered together, whispering about everything related to Prince Philip, the carriage he drives, the fabrics he wears, all the objects used in daily life, at least in terms of fashion, the young Prince Philip Leading the luxury of the top floor of the Kingdom of Elam.

"What's going on outside?" After dismissing the guests around him, Prince Philip turned his head and glanced at Bishop Yvonne. His eyes were kind, but there was an imperceptible restlessness hidden deep in his eyes.

"I met a villain." Bishop Yvonne's face darkened slightly.

"A villain? This is my manor, you are a noble bishop, and someone dares to attack you? Tell me who he is?" Prince Philip's face was serious.

"Who else?" Yvonne smiled, "Only that lord and the investigation bureau he controls can be so unscrupulous, Prince Philip, this country seems to be a bit too tolerant of that person."

"Duke Dressel's man?" A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and the emotion on his face calmed down a bit. Prince Philip then asked, "What happened?"

"The newly promoted CEO, he has been pestering Montana all the time. I reminded him, but he asked who I am?"

"Can you imagine? As the chief executive of the Bureau of Investigation, he doesn't know me, the bishop of the church. I don't know whether it's ignorance or arrogance, but that's it, the pride of those guys in the Bureau of Investigation has been carved into their bones." He looked at Prince Philip glanced.

"I'm worried about you, Philip. If you accept our canonization, will you also be the target of their investigation?"

"I'm the prince of Elam!" Philip's face was serious, "I'm the heir to the throne, how dare they?!"

"I hope so." Bishop Yvonne sighed. "I have already warned that Henryk to keep him away from Montana. She is the goddess of the church, and her status cannot be violated."

"You did the right thing." Prince Philip nodded sullenly. According to the agreement, after the canonization ceremony is officially over, Montana and Belga will be under his leadership. Hearing what Henrik did before, as A man, Philip felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Although he understood that Montana was the goddess of the church, even he couldn't touch it, but at least psychologically, he would subconsciously believe that this woman under his control belonged to him.

So when he heard that Montana was entangled, he didn't show it on his face, but deep down in his heart, he had already started to have a big opinion on Sigmund, who had never met.

Bishop Yvonne simply mentioned a few words, and then changed the topic to other places. The atmosphere began to become harmonious, but she noticed that the young prince of Elam had a somewhat irritable brow.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall opened, and a tall, fair-skinned, red robe unfolded, a beautiful and noble figure like a queen walked into the hall.

"It's Princess Charlotte!"

"Oh my god, she's simply beautiful!" The noble ladies scattered around the banquet hall, dressed in various colorful colors and beautified, immediately restrained all their ostentation the moment they saw Charlotte.

Ashamed of myself.

Although the woman didn't wear gorgeous jewelry or expensive decorations, and the red dress on her body was extremely simple, but she just stood there quietly, and the invisible aura suppressed everyone's breath.

That is a unique temperament derived from identity, strength, and lofty ideals. From this point of view, even the two bishops and Prince Philip are far inferior.

But when everyone was admiring Charlotte's temperament and demeanor from afar, a man took the initiative to come up to him with a wine glass and a smile.

"I finally saw an acquaintance." The banquet hadn't even started yet, but it was already an out-and-out torture for Sigmund.