Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 11 The Dried Corpse

"Was that Mrs. Anne just now?" Karl mused, watching the departing carriage.

"Yes."

Kerry nodded:

"Anne Boleyn, after the Earl's death, inherited his vast fortune and became a well-known noblewoman in the city."

"but……"

"She's getting more and more beautiful."

As she spoke, she subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with reluctance as she looked at the departing carriage.

Carl shook his head.

There's always gossip around a widow's door, especially when it's such a beautiful and wealthy one.

He had also heard the story of this Mrs. Anne, who came from a wealthy merchant family, married into a wealthy family, and became a widow at a young age.

Her husband's substantial inheritance and stunning beauty made her the object of desire for many men.

No one called her Mrs. Boleyn, but Mrs. Anne.

However, this beautiful lady never remarried, enjoying the title and wealth of a countess all to herself.

There are rumors that she has never been without men around her, especially young and handsome boys, and over time, she has become known as a slut in some people's eyes.

There were those who felt envy, jealousy, and disdain.

It is said that...

A marquis was her bed guest, and given her status as a deceased husband, no one in the city dared to offend her.

Therefore, even though Kerry was resentful, he did not stop the young man from boarding the carriage.

Experience taught her never to underestimate a woman's vengefulness, especially a beautiful and powerful one.

Of course, none of this mattered to Karl; he was more concerned about the sudden sense of crisis he had just experienced.

Killing intent!

Or something else.

Whatever it was, the aura emanating from Miles alerted him.

I've never felt this way before.

"Could it be that practicing the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique can increase one's ability to sense danger?"

"Or is there something strange about this Miles guy?"

Karl stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

"what!"

Someone's dead!

Just as he was deep in thought, a cry of surprise came from behind him.

The two looked over at the sound and saw a chaotic scene in the crowd, with some people curiously peering out and others quickly moving away.

"What happened?"

"It seems someone has discovered a body!"

"Walk."

Karl put his mind to business:

"Let's go take a look."

Even if you're not a very responsible city inspector, you can't turn a blind eye to something like this.

The body was found in a stinking ditch. It was nothing but skin and bones, so shriveled that it looked like a mummified corpse that had been dead for decades, or like a piece of wood that had been drained of moisture.

The scene that catches the eye is terrifying, disgusting, and bizarre.

"Judging from her clothes, she should be a young woman, but you can't tell anything from that."

Karl, enduring the stench, bent down and performed an examination:

"There are two red spots on his neck. Could he have really been drained of blood by a vampire and died?"

"Vampires?" Kelly's eyes lit up.

"That young man named Miles just now had incredibly pale skin. Could he be the one who did it?"

Legend has it that vampires have very fair skin.

"You really believe in vampires?" Karl looked up at him.

"Even if they exist, it seems vampires can't come out during the day. If you really suspect it, you can apply to have them arrested, but I'm afraid Mrs. Anne won't agree."

"Never mind then."

Carey decisively abandoned the plan:

"Let's investigate first. This is the fifth similar murder case in the city."

"The deceased were all young women."

"Oh!" Karl straightened up:

"Has it already happened five times?"

A few days ago, when I met Officer Dinah at the church, she mentioned a similar case.

"never mind."

Karl clapped his hands and looked at the several figures rushing towards him:

"Hand it over to the police... There are night watchmen here?"

In the city, there are patrol officers and police officers to maintain order, and the Papacy also has similar positions, called the Night Watchmen.

However, very few cases could alarm the Night Watch.

Unless it involves the worship of evil gods, fire thieves, or some other strange and unusual cases.

Carey also looked puzzled, clearly having just found out as well.

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To someone who hasn't studied autopsy, a corpse is just a corpse, and it's difficult to find any clues.

After handing the matter over to professional police officers and night watchmen, Carl lost his appetite for drinking and went to Safi Street alone.

This place is home to the most famous tailors and shoemakers in Signoria, as well as the largest clothing stores, watch shops, cane shops, and so on.

His old clothes were worn out.

In addition, after practicing the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique, his body shape seemed to have changed again, so he also needed to change his clothes.

"gentlemen."

The shop assistant, with a measuring tape hanging around his neck, greeted us warmly.

"Is there anything you need?"

"I'd like to have a few outfits custom-made." Carl stopped in front of the display case and examined the several men's suits inside.

And said:

"Not too much silk."

Silk is probably too rare here; the fashionable formal wear is worn by both men and women.

While Baroque or Rococo styles might be considered elegant and luxurious on women, the idea of ​​men wearing embellished silks and gauzes on their collars and sleeves was simply unacceptable to Karl.

Lace and white stockings further challenged the limits of his aesthetic sense.

"no problem."

The shop assistants didn't mind the customers' pickiness.

Do you have any samples? Or please tell us your specific requirements, and we can customize according to your needs.

"The materials should be mainly velvet and brocade, and avoid layers of scarves; the simpler, the better," Karl said, stroking the clothing materials.

"The coat should reach my knees. Do you have military uniform templates here? I plan to modify it based on military uniforms."

"some."

The shop assistant nodded, the customer's request flashing through her mind. She felt it was a bit strange but didn't raise any questions.

"I'll get it for you."

"it is good."

Carl nodded.

He prefers modern three-piece suits, which would certainly look too out of place here.

However, there is a transition between Baroque and Western suits, and by combining the two, the requirements can be met.

In his view, the clothing of the Kingdom of Gangdo is now trending towards a more feminine and overly ornate style.

This is also normal.

Abundant resources can be dazzling, naturally leading to a pursuit of luxury, with people desperately adding more and more materials.

Once you get used to these things, you'll pursue simplicity and a clean look, and stop paying too much attention to appearances.

"Cinch the waist in at the back seam or sides, and let the hem flare out. This makes it easier to ride a horse without hindering vigorous activity."

"The waistline must fit well, as for the styling..."

Karl thought for a moment and said:

"Add some gold thread embroidery, but not too complicated. Night's Watch? No, I don't want that style."

The shop assistant had never heard of so many requirements, so they simply invited a tailor, and the two began to discuss it, gesturing and comparing.

The tailor seemed very interested in Karl's proposal, especially the details, and listened very carefully.

At first glance, they look more like apprentices seeking knowledge.

"Wait a moment."

Carl suddenly stopped discussing and looked toward the front hall, where two familiar figures came into view.

Landlady Mary and her daughter Jenny.

"Jenny."

Mary looked troubled as she gazed at the lady's dress in front of her.

"Three pounds is too expensive for us, and these clothes are only meant to be worn occasionally and are not practical."

"I'm going to a banquet, am I supposed to wear the old clothes you sewed for me?" Jenny stamped her foot.

"Mom, I finally passed the Barrow Choir audition, shouldn't I get a dress to celebrate?"

"But..." Mary lowered her head, her voice weak:

"This is way too expensive!"

(End of this chapter)