The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Under the night, the figures of Sigmund and Uludia quickly passed by, and they soon came to a manor near a manor. When a sudden change occurred, everyone felt a cloud in their hearts, and many entertainment places were not patronized at all. The streets were also empty.

"Do I need to notify other people in the Investigation Bureau to come to support? Or let Marek bring the demon hunters to maintain order." Uludia suggested, "Most of the people who entered here are veteran nobles, and some of them The family has a long history, almost dating back to the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there is no shortage of powerful extraordinary people within the family."

"Families like this can almost always find one or two superheroes of rank 5 or above, and we even suspect that a few of these families have cultivated superheroes of rank six. Although the number is extremely rare, once there is a conflict, they will also It's a big hassle."

"It doesn't matter." Sigism raised his hand, with a burning scroll in his hand. "They can't go anywhere." It was extinguished in the dark, and plumes of black smoke slowly shrouded the nearby blocks.

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

A layer of snow covered the ground, but there were not many ruts on the streets near the manor. I don't know how these guys did it.

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

A certain room on the top floor was brightly lit. Prince Charles stood in the middle of the crowd with a glass of wine. Next to him was Prince Philip, who looked calm as water. Most of the other nobles around were full of indignation.

"Charlotte has just issued a temporary call for us to provide supplies for bridge repairs and post-disaster reconstruction at our usual price, which will cost us a fortune, and of course it's not the most important thing, he actually canceled Because of our special purchasing status..." a fat nobleman complained.

"You're still good, the situation on my side is even more exaggerated." Another person said, "Because we got closer to the Oracle Church before, our entire family is now 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, it can't go on like this. Has she forgotten where her throne came from, Charlotte? Now she is actively approaching those emerging bourgeois businessmen. One day, these people will push her down and use the so-called so-called democracy."

"Yes, that's it, it's not the most terrible, don't forget the revenge of the Oracle Church, we don't want to be buried for this country because of her madness,"

"That's right, we're not fighting Charlotte, we're saving this country. If we can live, what if we accept the rule of the Church of the Oracle? Look at the nearby Akkad and other church-affiliated countries, they Isn't it just as good to live?"

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

Ding Ding Ding!

Prince Charles picked up his fork and tapped the wine glass in his hand, and the crisp voice echoed, causing everyone to stop talking.

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

"Also you may not know that Charlotte is actually Dressel's illegitimate daughter, which is blasphemy, she stole the greatest treasure in this country!"

"Bastard daughter?!"

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

"Of course!" Prince Charles raised his head, "I have solid evidence to prove that now all we have to do is to combine all the forces to raise a public opinion, and I will make that **** with dirty blood fall from the throne, and more The important thing is..."

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

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

"I thought you were just greedy, or just plain stupid. I can understand that. After all, you are used to gaining benefits through your status." Sigmon stepped out of the shadows, his face was indifferent, his expression looked like Not out of anger.

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

"I don't even have the right to mention him."

"Who?!" The crowd dispersed, and everyone looked back and saw Sigmon 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, learning Sigmon's identity, and everyone's face changed greatly.

"It turned out to be Director Henrik." Unlike the panic of the others, Prince Charles still had a faint smile on his face, "I am the Prince of Ellen, and I am qualified to question the identity of the royal family. This is the law of the kingdom. The honor bestowed on me by my ancestors cannot be taken away by anyone!"

He slowly raised his head and glanced at Sigmon with a condescending gesture, "Why, don't we even have the right to speak freely and question it? Are you and Charlotte going to turn Ellen into a dictatorship? empire?"

"Humph." Charles sneered, "or are you going to kill us all like a **** executioner?"

"Don't be afraid of him!" Someone in the crowd shouted~www.readwn.com~ Yes, I am Rembrandt, a member of the House of Lords, and I propose that we launch a vote tomorrow... ah! "An old man with a belly on his face said fiercely, but before he could finish his words, a strong wind swept in, and the old man's neck crooked and he fainted.

"Killed, the director of the Investigation Bureau has killed!" Someone shouted from behind, and the nobles standing beside the old man stepped back one after another. The local chaos caused everyone's nervousness. The guards shouted loudly, and some people stood in the same place and spoke sternly about their identity and the glory of their family. It seemed that doing so would make Sigmon throw a rat and dare not attack him.

"Atrocity, this is atrocity!" Prince Charles shouted loudly from hiding behind the crowd, Sigmund's face sank, but at this moment, in the void behind him, a vague figure jumped out, and the weapon in his hand stabbed at him the back of the neck.

The whole process was neat and tidy, there was no wind, and I didn't feel the slightest murderous aura.

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

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