The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Under the night, the figures of Sigmund and Uludia quickly passed by, and they soon came to a manor. Suddenly, there was a layer of haze in everyone's heart, and many entertainment places had no patrons at all. The streets are also empty.

"Do you need me to notify other people in the investigation bureau to come to support? Or ask Marek to bring a demon hunter to maintain order." Uludia suggested, "Most of the people who enter here are veteran nobles, some of them The family has a long history, almost dating back to the beginning of the founding of the country, and there is no shortage of powerful extraordinary people within the family."

"Families like this can almost always find one or two superhumans above level 5, and we even suspect that several of them have cultivated superhumans of level 6. Although the number is extremely rare, once a conflict arises, they will It's a big problem."

"It's okay." Sigmund raised his hand, and there was a burning scroll in his hand, "They can't go anywhere." He spread the burning scroll while talking, and the burning flame on the scroll expanded, but soon It went out in the dark night, and wisps of black smoke slowly enveloped the nearby blocks.

"Let's go in." After finishing all this, Sigmund put away the scroll in his hand and sneaked into the manor quietly.

The ground was covered with snow, but the streets near the manor didn't have many ruts. I don't know how these guys did it, but it was only after Sigmund completely entered the manor that he discovered the abnormality.

"It turned out to be just an illusion." In the manor, rows of carriages were parked at the side. If you don't enter here to observe carefully, but just take a quick glance outside, it is really easy to ignore. From this perspective, even if the city is in turmoil However, Uludia's news channels are still well-informed.

A room on the top floor was brightly lit. Prince Charles was standing in the middle of the crowd with a glass of wine, and beside him was Prince Philip, who looked as calm as water, and most of the other nobles around him had expressions filled with righteous indignation.

"Charlotte just issued a temporary call for supplies for bridge repairs and post-disaster reconstruction at normal prices, which will save us a lot of money, and of course that's not the most important thing, he canceled We have lost our special procurement status..." a fat nobleman complained.

"It's still good for you, but the situation on my side is even more exaggerated." Another person said, "Because I was closer to the Oracle Church before, now our entire family is under investigation, and some servants in the family have died. Now, what does this have to do with us? Who knows what's going on with these people?"

"In short, this can't go on anymore. Has Charlotte forgotten where her throne came from? Now she is actively approaching those emerging bourgeois businessmen. One day, these people will push her down and use the so-called democracy."

"Yes, that's it. It's not the most terrible thing. Don't forget the revenge of the Oracle Church. We don't want to be buried with this country because of her madness,"

"That's right, we are not rebelling against Charlotte, but saving this country. If we can survive, what if we accept the rule of the Oracle Church? Look at the nearby Akkad and other church-dependent countries, they Isn't it the same as living a good life?"

Everyone was chattering, and the atmosphere in the field gradually became warmer.

Ding ding ding!

Prince Charles picked up the fork casually and tapped the wine glass in his hand. The crisp sound echoed and stopped the conversation.

"Friends, in order to restore the orthodoxy of this country, for the glory in our blood, and for the eternal peace of Elam, let us unite together, overthrow the false king, and support the real king to ascend the throne!"

"In addition, you may not know that Charlotte is actually Dressel's illegitimate daughter. This is blasphemy. She stole the greatest treasure in this country!"

"Illegitimate daughter?!"

"Oh my god, is this true?" Everyone was talking.

"Of course!" Prince Charles raised his head, "I have definite evidence to prove that what we have to do now is to gather all forces and set off a public opinion. I will let that bastard with dirty blood fall off the throne, and more The important thing is..."

"Let everyone see the true face of Dressel, a hypocrite!" Charles clenched his right hand and raised his fist, and the emotions of everyone around him were aroused.

At that moment, in the corner of the room, an inappropriate sneer came from behind the gathered crowd.

"I thought you were just out of greed or pure stupidity. I can understand this. After all, you are used to gaining benefits through your status advantages." Sigmund walked out of the shadows, his face was indifferent, and his expression looked Not happy or angry.

"But you really shouldn't make a fuss about Duke Dressel. A man like him, even as an enemy, you should respect him. As for you..."

"Not even qualified to mention him."

"Who?!" The crowd dispersed, and they turned around and saw Sigmund walking out of the corner.

"Who is he?" Someone who didn't know Sigmund asked in a low voice.

"Henrik, the new director of the Bureau of Investigation, that woman's lover!" Someone replied, and when they learned of Sigmund's identity, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

"It turned out to be Director Henrik." Unlike the panic of others, Prince Charles still had a faint smile on his face, "I am the Prince of Elam, and I have the right to question the identity of royal family members. No one can take away the honor bestowed on me by my ancestors!"

He slowly raised his head, and glanced at Sigmund with a condescending attitude, "Why, don't we even have the right to speak freely and question? Are you and Charlotte going to turn Elan into a dictator? empire?"

"Hmph." Charles sneered, "Or are you going to kill us all like a bloody executioner?"

"Don't be afraid of him!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, I am Rembrandt, a member of the House of Lords. I propose that we initiate a vote tomorrow... Ah!" An old man with his belly on his face said fiercely, but before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind swept Come on, the old man passed out with a crooked neck.

"Killed, the director of the investigation bureau killed!" Someone shouted loudly from behind, and the nobles standing beside the old man retreated one after another. The local chaos caused everyone's nervousness. At this time, some people fled to the exit in a panic. They called out to the guards loudly, and some people stood in place and told their identities and the glory of the family fiercely. It seemed that doing so would make Sigmund afraid to attack him.

"Atrocities, this is atrocities!" Prince Charles shouted loudly from behind the crowd, Sigmund's face sank, but at this moment, in the void behind him, a vague figure jumped out, stabbing him with a weapon in his hand the nape of the neck.

The whole process was crisp and neat, without any rumors, nor did he feel the slightest murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, Charles in the distance showed a smile.