The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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

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

Outside the manor, brightly lit, a carriage galloped fast on the bluestone slabs, slowing down near the gate. Then slowly stopped.

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

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

"what?"

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

But when he raised his hand, a pungent **** smell broke into his nose abruptly.

He seemed to realize that the driver looked down at the lantern with his lantern.

The delicate wooden door of the carriage was carved with a child illuminated by holy light, but at this time, the child's pure face was completely covered by the dark blood red. Under the weak light of the lantern, the innocent smiling face blooms like a devil.

Bang!

The man almost rudely opened the door, and the light of the lantern illuminated the dim car.

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

"Help, it's dead!!"

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"Ladies, please forgive my interruption."

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

Seeing him approaching, the expression on the face of the lady who just spoke 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?"

"Please believe me, Mr. Miller, my beliefs have not changed..."

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

"It's not you who is at fault. After all, you are also a victim. The fault is the person who made this perfume and the person who spread it!"

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

Bennett looked around quickly for a week and was very satisfied with the feedback he had brought with his few words.

From the mouths of the servants, he has already understood part of the truth of the matter. In his opinion, unless the bottle of perfume in their mouths is an extraordinary item, if they want to achieve that exaggerated effect, they can only be made in perfumery. In the process, some medicines are artificially added in it.

For example, something that can be hallucinogenic or cause neural excitation.

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

As for extraordinary items, it is completely out of his consideration.

He himself is a third-order extraordinary. At such a close distance, it would be too ridiculous to be unable to distinguish an extraordinary item.

What's more, the performance of these women around them was obviously not affected by extraordinary items.

So the so-called magical perfume must be a potion with banned ingredients.

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

"You mean Mrs. Gallard took out a medicine?" Someone in the crowd whispered.

"As I said, each of you is a victim. The fault is the person who made the perfume, and the fault is the person who spreads it."

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

After a slight pause, Bennett smiled.

"And in a sense, sometimes the communicator is even more hateful than the maker."

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

Bennett stated slowly, and in just a few words, everyone's curiosity about Sigmon just now was turned into inexplicable caution and suspicion.

"You said that some hallucinogenic ingredients were added to this perfume, how can you prove it?"

The speaker was Mrs. Gallard.

When Bennett heard the words, he looked at him and gave a small salute.

He had heard of this woman's mysterious background, and he didn't want to pay attention to it. But some of them actually mentioned the goddess and the church of the morning sun.

In any case, Bennett can't pretend that this has not happened.

In this way, even if he finds Mrs. Gallard to explain everything afterwards, some influences have been cast, and this is something that Bennett cannot allow.

As for whether this will attract Mrs. Galar's fullness. Bennett has also considered it. In his opinion, there may be some embarrassment in the process, but he is a savior after all.

Even if Mrs. Galar had some minor emotional conflicts, she was able to resolve it in the end.

"Ma'am, 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 this perfume contains hallucinogens?" Mrs. Gallard interrupted Bennett.

"At least it can't be proved here?"

"Madam..." Bennett frowned. He is a third-order extraordinary person who is good at the spiritual field. Naturally, he 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."

"There are none of the ingredients you mentioned here."

After the loss of that important person~www.novelmt.com~ Mrs. Galar had been addicted to those forbidden potions for a long time, which caused great damage to her body and spirit, until a long time Only then did she come out of her grief.

So Mrs. Gallard is very clear that this is really just a pure perfume, and because of this, she does not allow anyone to sully this one that means a lot to her.

"Madam, please calm down and listen to me!"

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

"What do you want to say?"

Mrs. Galar asked with a calm face, not only that, but the others around him didn't have any abnormality.

"what happened?!"

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

"You used extraordinary power here?" A majestic voice sounded from his ear.

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

Gritting his teeth, he was just about to find an excuse when he heard Mrs. Gallard say, "In the face of some miraculous new things, many people will always have a skeptical attitude, which is normal."

"But I hope this suspicion is based on some strong evidence, rather than speculation, at least in this case, Mr. Miller..."

"You owe the master perfumer and Sigmund Skinder an apology!"

Madame Galar's attitude was firm and loud.

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!"

"It's dead!"

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