Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 11 Mummy
"That person just now seemed to be Mrs. Anne?" Carl looked at the carriage going away, thoughtfully.

"Yes."

Kairi nodded:

"Anne Boleyn. After the Earl's death, all of his rich fortune belonged to her alone. She is a well-known noblewoman in the city."

"but……"

"She is getting more and more beautiful."

As he spoke, he licked the corner of his lips subconsciously, and looked at the carriage going away with a look of reluctance.

Carl shook his head.

There is always a lot of gossip around a widow, let alone such a beautiful and wealthy widow.

He had also heard the story of this Lady Anne, who came from a wealthy merchant family, married into a wealthy family, and became a widow at a young age.

The rich inheritance left by her husband and her beautiful appearance made her the ideal target of many men.

No one called her Mrs. Boleyn, but Lady Anne.

However, this beautiful lady never remarried and enjoyed the title and wealth of Countess alone.

There are rumors that there has always been a shortage of men around her, especially young and handsome boys. Over time, she has become a slut in the eyes of some people.

There are people who envy, jealousy, and contempt.

It is said.

A marquis was her bed guest, and because of her dead husband's identity, no one in the city dared to offend her.

That was why, although Kerry was clearly upset, he did not delay the young man from getting on the carriage.

Experience taught her that one should never underestimate a woman's desire for revenge, especially a beautiful and powerful woman.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Carl. He is more concerned about the sudden sense of crisis just now.

Killing intent!
Or something else.

Whatever it was, the aura leaked from Miles aroused his vigilance.

I've never felt this way before.

"Could it be that practicing the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique can also increase my ability to sense danger?"

"Or is there something strange about the guy called Miles?"

Carl stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

"what!"

"Dead!"

Just as he was lost in thought, a cry of surprise came from behind.

When the two heard the sound and looked, they saw the crowd in chaos, some people curiously poked their heads out, while others quickly moved away.

"what happened?"

"It looks like someone found a body!"

"Walk."

Carl put away his thoughts:
"Go over and have a look."

As a city inspector, no matter how irresponsible you are, you cannot turn a blind eye to such things.

The body was found in a stinking ditch. It was nothing but skin and bones, and was so shriveled that it looked like a mummy that had been dead for decades, or like a piece of wood that had been drained of all its water.

The scenes are horrifying, disgusting and weird.

"Judging from her clothes, she should be a young woman, but in this case, it's hard to tell."

Karl endured the odor and bent down to check:
"There are two red spots on his neck. Could he have really died from being sucked dry by a vampire?"

"Vampire?" Kaili's eyes lit up:
"The young man named Miles just now had incredibly white skin. Could he be the one who did it?"

According to legend, vampires have very fair skin.

"Do you really believe in vampires?" Carl looked up at him:
"Even if there are, it seems that vampires can't come out during the day. If you really suspect, you can apply to arrest the person. I'm afraid Madam Anne will not agree."

"That's it."

Kaili simply gave up this plan:

"Let's investigate first. This is already the fifth similar murder case in the city."

"The dead were all young women."

"Oh!" Carl stood up:

"Is it five already?"

When I met Officer Dina in church a few days ago, she mentioned a similar case.

“Forget it.” Carl clapped his hands and looked at the figures running over:
"Leave it to the police... There's a night watchman?"

There are inspectors and police officers in the city to maintain law and order, and the Vatican also has a similar position called night watchmen.

But there are few cases that alarm the night watchmen.

Unless it involves worshiping evil gods, stealing fire, or some strange cases.

Kairi also looked confused, and it was obvious that he had just found out about it.

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In the eyes of people who have not studied autopsy, a corpse is just a corpse and it is difficult to find any clues.

After being handed over to professional police officers and night watchmen, Carl lost interest in drinking and went to Saffi Street alone.

Here gather the most famous tailors and shoemakers in Signo, as well as the largest clothing stores, watch stores, cane shops, etc.

His old clothes were worn out.

In addition, after practicing the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique, his body shape seemed to have changed again, and he also needed to change clothes.

"gentlemen."

The clerk with a measuring tape around his neck greeted us warmly:
"Is there anything you need?"

"I want to customize a few suits." Carl stopped in front of the display case and examined the men's suits inside.

And said:

“Not too much silk.”

It may be because silk is too rare here, and the popular dresses nowadays are worn by both men and women.

The Baroque or Rococo styles on women can be considered elegant and luxurious, but it is hard for Karl to accept the fancy silk and gauze sewn on men's collars and sleeves.

There are also lace and white stockings, which challenge his aesthetic limits.

"no problem."

The clerk doesn't mind the customer's pickyness:
"Do you have a sample? Or tell us your specific requirements, and we can customize it according to your requirements."

"Material should be mainly velvet and brocade. Don't wear scarves with layers of detail. The simpler the better." Karl stroked the clothing material and said:

"The coat should reach the knees. Do you have a sample of military uniform here? I plan to make some modifications based on the military uniform."

"some."

The clerk nodded, and the customer's request flashed through his mind. He thought it was a little strange but did not question it:

"I'll get it for you."

"it is good."

Carl nodded.

He prefers modern three-piece suits, which would certainly look too different here.

However, there is a transition between Baroque and Western style, and by neutralizing each other, the requirements can be met.

In his opinion, the clothing of the Gondor Kingdom now tends to be more feminine and overly decorated.

This is also normal.

The abundance of materials will dazzle people, and they will naturally pursue luxury and add all kinds of materials to the items.

And once you get used to these, you will pursue simplicity and freshness and no longer pay too much attention to the external appearance.

"Tuck the waist in at the back seam or at the sides and leave the hem flared so you can ride easily without interfering with strenuous activity."

"The waistline should be fitted, and as for the gorgeousness..."

Carl thought for a moment and said:
"Add some gold embroidery, but nothing too elaborate, Night's Watch? No, I don't want that style."

The clerk had never heard of so many requirements, so he simply asked the tailor to come over, and the two of them started discussing with gestures.

The tailor seemed very interested in Carl's proposal, especially the details, and listened very carefully.

At first glance, he looks more like an apprentice seeking to learn.

"Wait a moment."

Carl suddenly stopped discussing and looked towards the front hall, where two familiar figures came into view.

Landlady Mary and her daughter Jenny.

"Jenny."

Looking at the lady's dress in front of her, Mary looked embarrassed:

"Three pounds, it's too expensive for us, and this kind of clothes can only be worn occasionally, it's not practical."

"I'm going to a party. Should I wear the old clothes you made for me?" Jenny stamped her feet:
"Mom, I finally passed the exam for the Barrow Singing Group. Isn't it worth buying a dress to celebrate?"

"But..." Mary lowered her head and said weakly:
"This is too expensive!"

(End of this chapter)