The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Is it so open?"

"Is this about throwing a hug?"

Sigmon was slightly stunned, and countless thoughts rushed through his mind. In the panic, he couldn't even recognize the identity of the girl in front of him right away.

"Could this be the conspiracy of that old fellow Antoine?"

"Immortal dance?"

Thinking of this, Sigmon tapped his toes, and his body involuntarily entered a volleying stance.

You will be the second woman to experience my toughness after Montana.

At a critical moment, the girl seemed to realize her identity, and finally stopped when she rushed to Sigmon.

But because the speed was too fast, she also subconsciously grabbed Sigmund's hands.

"Sigmon, why are you here?"

After calming down, Sigmund also recognized the identity of the girl in front of him.

Rila Perrio.

The perfumer's daughter, the only daughter.

Immediately, countless images appeared in my mind, the girl's shy eyes, dodging eyes, several seemingly casual encounters, and carefully prepared small gifts.

Does this girl like me?

"Miss Rila, Mr. Perio ordered you not to leave your room!"

Upstairs, an etiquette teacher in a black uniform walked down quickly, and she could maintain a relatively elegant posture even while walking at extreme speed.

Rila didn't look back, just looked at Sigmon with excitement.

"Why did you come here? Why did you come here?" The girl's hands tightened, even leaving a mark on Sigmon's arm.

In his eyes there is beating hope.

Does this girl think I am here to elope with her? After a breath or two, the etiquette teacher behind her approached, and the girl finally calmed down, as if she had made up her mind.

"Sigmon, listen to me, there is something I must tell you, I know..."

"Rila Perio!"

A cold drink came, and Antoine, who was wearing a mask of frost, appeared at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing this man, Rila's face suddenly changed. He hesitated and glanced at Sigmund before letting go.

"Take her upstairs."

Antoine ordered in a deep voice.

"what do you want to say?"

Sigmund asked, but the girl just lowered her head and said nothing.

Abandoning the surrounding servants, only the two of Sigmund were left in the living room.

There are also two bodyguards standing not far from Antoine.

Sharp eyes, strong body, and... a gun.

"Ram told me that there is a sum of money..."

Sigmund pretended to be tentative.

"This is real."

Antoine smiled and motioned for the housekeeper to put the brewed black tea in front of the two of them, "Mr. Skinder, I need you to do me a little favor."

"You can get a hundred gold pounds after the matter is over!"

Hiss.

Sigmon sat up straight, and even knocked over the teacup on the table because of his panic.

"What do you want me to do? I don't know if I can...Wait! I can't do anything that violates the law." Sigmund said in a panic.

"It's very simple."

Antoine smiled, "I think you should already know about your father. Although I'm sorry, the evidence is solid..."

"To be honest, I don't care what he did, who he killed, but now there are a lot of bad rumors out there!"

Antoine sharply raised the volume.

"I'm in the perfume business, and now because of the murder case, it has become the center of public opinion. Many people are talking about it, and some even think that the breath of the dead will stay in the workshop for a long time."

"They say that my perfume is stained with the shadow of the dead."

Antoine leaned forward, his huge body was full of pressure.

"It's not good. It doesn't matter if someone dies, but it can't affect my business!"

"So I hope this matter will be resolved as soon as possible."

"Let Lawrence give up the chance to appeal. This is the end of the matter. We can't give them another chance to continue the discussion."

"I hope you persuade him, and it is best to make a statement in the newspaper, stating that he was no longer an employee here before the murder, and what he did was purely out of revenge."

"In addition to poor Tony, I am also a victim, and my perfume workshop has been affected."

Antoine knocked on the table and revealed his real purpose.

It seems that no matter which world they are in, the capitalists have the same goals and expressions.

Sigmund didn't speak, his mind was spinning fast.

"You're killing him, killing my father!" He looked sad.

"How come?" Antoine smiled.

"I think you've heard what the lawyer said. Don't you want to believe the police? The evidence is conclusive. Lawrence killed the man."

"Although he's good, he's always been good, but everyone makes mistakes."

"My child, you are not hurting him, you are helping him."

"Keep him out of pain."

Antoine stretched out his fat palm to pat Sigmon on the shoulder, but was inadvertently avoided by the latter.

"Look, you not only helped him but also left a sum of money, even if you don't need it, but think about your sister, she is still studying and getting married."

"Without a generous dowry, are you planning to marry your sister to a stinking alcoholic?"

"Think about it, Lawrence is stubborn, but you should be smarter than him, and you must make him change his mind."

Antoine was earnest and enticing, and quietly winked as he spoke.

Soon the butler came up with a tray with a thick stack of silver coupons on it.

"Promise my terms, the money is yours!"

huh... huh...

Sigmund lowered his head and gasped for breath~www.novelmt.com~ After a long time, he stood up abruptly, clenching his fists with both hands, "Who do you think I am?!"

he growled.

"Lawrence is not the murderer. He was wronged. We can definitely find out the truth. If I give up now, I will kill him with my own hands."

"Do you think you can make me submit?"

"Do you think this money can change my mind?"

"I tell you, that's impossible!"

Sigmund was impassioned, spitting, Antoine was speechless, and the smile on his face was completely frozen.

At this time, the butler and the two bodyguards who were standing not far away looked at Sigmon with more approval.

A passionate young man, although stupid, he is really cute.

"Snapped!"

Antoine's generous palm fell on the table, interrupting Sigmund's words and freeing him from the embarrassment.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on his face.

"Well, since you don't agree, then I can only..."

"and many more!"

"Who said I wouldn't agree?" Sigmund raised his voice.

The expression on Antoine's face froze, he raised his head and stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

"Mr. Pelio, did you misunderstand something?"

A smile appeared on Sigmon's face.

"That's Lawrence, my dearest person. You say, how could a normal person do such a beast?"

Antoine looked messy, "Then what do you mean...?"

Snapped!

Sigmund sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand to hold down the thick silver coupon, "Is this... not enough?"

He looked serious.

"You have to pay more!"

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