The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The last ray of the sun has completely disappeared, and the whole world is shrouded in darkness. When night comes, for some poor people, they can only choose to close their doors and go to bed.

But for the wealthy upper class, the night is just the beginning of another entertainment.

The lights outside the manor were brightly lit, and a carriage galloped quickly on the bluestone slabs, and slowed down near the gate. Then it stopped slowly.

"Sir, we are here!" The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a felt hat. He put away his whip, picked up his lantern, and jumped out of the car.

"Sir, two gentlemen!" The coachman raised his voice, and just as he approached the door, a strange smell hit the night wind.

"what?"

With sticky liquid on his hands, the coachman subconsciously shook his hands, and then wiped the sides of his trousers indiscriminately.

But when he raised his hand, a pungent smell of blood suddenly broke into his nostrils.

It seemed that the coachman was aware of something and looked down with a lamp.

A child illuminated by the holy light is carved on the exquisite wooden door of the carriage, but at this moment, the child's pure face has been completely covered by the dark blood red. Under the dim light of the lantern, the innocent smiling face was as ferocious as a devil.

Boom!

The man almost violently opened the door, and the light from the lantern illuminated the dim compartment.

The next moment, a shrill scream resounded throughout the manor.

"Help, he's dead!!"

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"Ladies, please excuse my interruption."

Bennett said that his volume was not high, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears in a noisy environment.

Seeing him approaching, the expression on the face of the lady who spoke just now was somewhat unnatural.

"Mr. Miller, you know, my devotion to the goddess..."

"No need to explain, the goddess will forgive every lost lamb, especially when her followers are bewitched by unknown forces."

"Bewitched?"

"Trust me Mr. Miller, my beliefs have not changed..."

"I'm not doubting you." Bennett interrupted the woman unceremoniously. His attitude seemed gentle, but his expression concealed unquestionable authority.

"The fault is not you, after all, you are also a victim, the fault is the person who made this bottle of perfume, and the fault is the person who spread this bottle of perfume!"

"What?" Bennett's words caused an uproar, and everyone looked at each other, discussing in low voices.

Bennett quickly looked around and was very satisfied with the feedback brought by his few words.

From the mouths of his servants, he has already learned part of the truth. In his opinion, unless the bottle of perfume they are talking about is an extraordinary item, if he wants to achieve that kind of exaggerated effect, it can only be produced in the perfume. During the process, some medicine is artificially added in it.

For example, something that can cause hallucinations or cause nervous excitement.

In fact, similar things are not uncommon, he has heard or experienced many.

As for extraordinary items, they were completely out of his consideration.

He himself is a third-order transcendent. At such a short distance, if a Transcendent item cannot be discerned, it would be too ridiculous.

What's more, the women around them obviously didn't show any signs of being affected by extraordinary items.

So that bottle of so-called miraculous perfume must be a potion with prohibited ingredients added.

"Sir, please pay attention to your words and deeds." The female lawyer obviously heard the hidden meaning in Bennett's words, and warned aloud.

"You mean that Mrs. Galar brought out a medicine?" Someone in the crowd whispered.

"As I said, each of you is a victim. The one who made the perfume was wrong, and the one who spread it was wrong."

"Well, you mentioned his name just now, Sigmund Skinner?"

After a slight pause, Bennett smiled.

"And in a sense, sometimes the communicators are even more hateful than the makers."

"After all, maybe the maker never thought that his creation would be mixed into a perfume."

Bennett stated slowly, just a few words, turned everyone's curiosity about Sigmund just now into inexplicable wariness and suspicion.

"You said that some hallucinogenic ingredients were added to this bottle of perfume. How can you prove it?"

It was Madame Gallard who spoke.

Hearing this, Bennett looked at him and saluted slightly.

He had heard about this woman's mysterious background, so he didn't want to pay attention to it. But someone actually mentioned the Goddess and the Dawn Church.

So in any case, Bennett can't pretend that this incident didn't happen.

In this way, even if he finds Mrs. Gallard to explain everything afterwards, some influence has already been formed, and this is something that Bennett cannot allow.

As for whether it will attract the attention of Mrs. Galar. Bennett has also considered it. In his opinion, the process may be a little embarrassing, but he is a savior after all.

Even though Mrs. Galar had some small emotional conflicts, she was able to resolve all of them in the end.

"Madam, you can give me that bottle of perfume, and I will find it in the Royal Academy of Medicine..."

"So you can't be sure on the spot whether there is a hallucinogen in this bottle of perfume?" Mrs. Gallard interrupted Bennett.

"At least not here to prove it?"

"Madam..." Bennett frowned. He is a third-order transcendent who is good at the spiritual field, so he naturally has extraordinary means to prove what he said.

But what is the surrounding environment?

"I know exactly what you're talking about, and I know exactly what this perfume means to me."

"It doesn't have the ingredients you mentioned."

After the loss of that important person, Mrs. Gallard was intoxicated with those forbidden potions for a long time, which caused great damage to her body and spirit, and it was not until a long time later that she recovered from her grief. walk out.

So Mrs. Gallard knew very well that this was really just a pure perfume. Because of this, she did not allow anyone to tarnish this thing that meant so much to her.

"Ma'am, please calm down and listen to me!"

Bennett's voice was low, and a trace of undetectable power was mixed into it. He believed that if Mrs. Galar's spirit had been affected by the potion, then...

"What do you want to say?"

Mrs. Gallard asked calmly, not only that, but also the other people around him were normal.

"what happened?!"

Bennett looked astonished, and at this moment, several familiar figures appeared in the field of vision.

"Did you use extraordinary power here?" A majestic voice sounded from beside my ears.

Bennett looked at Mr. Mayor who was standing in the distance.

Gritting his teeth, he was about to find an excuse when he heard Mrs. Gallard say, "Many people are always skeptical when faced with some magical new things, which is normal."

"But I hope that this suspicion is based on some strong evidence, not speculation. At least in this case, Mr. Miller..."

"You owe the perfumer and Sigmund Skinner an apology!"

Madame Gallard was resolute and vocal.

Let me apologize to him? !

Bennett's face changed slightly, and he was about to say something. Suddenly, a shrill scream came from a distance.

"Help!"

"Dead!"

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