first wizarding world war.

Chapter 10: Home invasion and murder

The asking price of a well-preserved antique stabbing sword from the Sherlock Dynasty will never be less than 180 gold crowns, and even a few fine products can be sold for more than 300 gold crowns.

Because of this, there are many imitations of the Sherlock Dynasty antique rapiers on the market. The magic rapier purchased by Charlotte is 100% a replica.

He was willing to buy this imitation antique rapier for only one reason. This rapier was equipped with a genuine scabbard from the Sherlock dynasty.

Scabbards from the Sherlock Dynasty are even rarer than intact magic stabbing swords. Because they are so rare and not serious treasures, no one speculates on them at all.

Few people know that some accessories of the scabbard during the Sherlock Dynasty and the magic rapier are made of the same steel. Only the original scabbard can conceal the magic fluctuations of the magic rapier so that it will not be detected by the enemy in advance. It's just that it has no enchantment and is not a magic item.

Collectors in the Fars Empire want their collections to be known to everyone, so they will replace their scabbards with brand new ones to improve their quality. Original scabbards that are too old and severely damaged are often disposed of and end up in second-hand weapon stores.

On earth, if you go to any antique park, you will find scammers who are good at "antique skills" everywhere. If you want to miss a real antique, it is probably a fantasy.

But in the Fars Empire, in this medieval era, there were no real antique dealers, only second-hand thrift stores, and such unnoticed antiques often leaked out.

Charlotte planned to find a reliable blacksmith to melt the scabbard and temper it into a new rapier. If a little meteorite iron could be added, the quality would be better than the military rapier, but the whole process would be very troublesome.

Charlotte wandered around the weapons market for a while, and purchased a second-hand Magnum pistol and twenty rounds of ammunition for eighty-nine centimes. The boss also gave her a holster under the ribs, which could be concealed. The kind that's in the coat.

The black market price of a brand new Magnum handsplit is only two to three francs at most, while the price of a second-hand Magnum handsplit that is 90% new is half that.

The one Charlotte bought was super cheap, and it had a lot of natural wear and tear. It was only 80% new, but no parts were damaged. He even tried firing a round, and there was no problem with the accuracy.

Charlotte didn't think she would use it very often. She didn't care whether it was new or old, as long as it was enough.

After getting two weapons, Charlotte equipped the vampire hand ax with a leather sheath for easy carrying, left the weapons market, and walked back to the savings club apartment.

As soon as she arrived downstairs of the apartment, Charlotte felt something bad. There were four or five patrol carriages parked downstairs of the savings association apartment, and more than ten military horses were tied to them. Several city patrol troops were beside the carriages. While chatting, it was clear that something had happened.

He went up to say hello in a friendly manner and said: "I am Charlotte Mecklen, a first-class clerk in the Central Government Office. I am a tenant living here. I want to know what happened here?"

Charlotte is too young and claiming to be chief clerk can easily be taken as a liar. Secondly, Kilmainham Prison was definitely not as good a name as the Central Government Office, so he reported an outdated status.

Several city patrols looked at each other, laughed together, and said: "A home invasion and robbery occurred, and a life was lost. We can handle it soon, Mr. Mecklen."

Charlotte was still slightly uneasy and asked, "Can I go home?"

Several city patrols replied: "Of course there is no problem, the site has been surveyed."

Charlotte entered the apartment and went up to the second floor, only to see the corridor full of patrols. His bad feeling became even stronger.

When Sherlock saw his room, the door was wide open, and several city patrols were standing at the door talking, and he was even more sure that he was the unlucky guy.

He walked forward and asked, "This is my room. May I ask what happened?" A young and handsome patrolman subconsciously drew his sword and looked alert. An older colleague held his hand and said, "Dubin! This man came back from outside. He is clean and has no blood. He should be the tenant described by the concierge, Mr. Charlotte."

The patrolman who drew his long sword did a trick, returned the sword to its sheath, and said in a sympathetic tone: "Sir, I'm afraid you may have to come with us."

"There was a home invasion at your home. Someone killed a woman in your home."

Charlotte couldn't help having a headache and asked: "Mr. Dupin, can I know the details of the case?"

The young patrolman replied: "In the afternoon, a gentleman and a lady came to visit you, and despite the concierge's obstruction, they forced their way into the apartment. The gentleman violently broke the door of your room, and followed the lady inside. There’s a fight in your room.”

"That gentleman killed the lady who was traveling with him in your room and escaped by jumping out of the window."

"It's a pity that your life has to revolve around this incident."

From her memory and the messy women's clothes in the room, Charlotte could roughly tell that "his" original private life was probably not that "pure", but he did not expect that troublemakers would come to the door so quickly, and in the same way. Such a serious form.

He rubbed his brows and asked, "Can I go back to the room and check things?"

The young patrolman nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Charlotte stepped into her room. The first thing she saw was the messy clothes that were thrown all over the floor. There were blood stains on several clothes. It was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place in the room.

Charlotte took a look at the multi-headed flail and vampire handaxe thrown in the corner, as well as the diary on the desk, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to carry the vampire handaxe with her from now on.

He turned around and left the room, and said to the apartment manager who had been standing by and accompanying the patrol: "Sorry, I need a new room."

The administrator pondered for a moment and said helplessly: "There are only a few suites in the apartment, and the prices are relatively expensive. If it is an accidental case, we will take responsibility, but in this case, I am afraid that Mr. Charlotte is also a little bit embarrassed." responsibility……"

Charlotte smiled slightly and said: "I will be responsible for making up for the reduced rent of this apartment for one year. I am going to go out with a few city patrol soldiers now. When I come back, take me to see the new room."

"And please find someone to help me keep an eye on the things in the room so they don't get lost."

After receiving Charlotte's promise, the administrator felt much more relaxed and said, "I will let Mary wait here until you come back. You also know that Mary has always been reliable."

Charlotte nodded and said to the two patrols: "I can cooperate with the investigation at any time."

Several city patrols have already determined the facts of the case. When Charlotte, the person involved, comes back, their mission will be completed.

In this era, the Fars Empire used city patrols to serve as the police on Earth. There were not so many rules and detailed procedures for handling cases.

(End of this chapter)