Lord Hunter needs a commission

The lantern hanging on the edge of the carriage roof cast an insignificant firelight, illuminating Edmond's middle-aged face with a sense of vicissitudes, as well as the obvious anxiety on his face.

Walking around, Edmond raised his head from time to time, looking at the factory that was still in darkness in the distance, showing worries and regrets.

"Master, it's almost dawn now, aren't we?" At this moment, the driver of the carriage jumped out of the driver's seat, came to Edmond's side and asked with concern, "First... well, go back to the city, and then go back to the city again. Think about it?"

"Wait, wait a little longer." Edmund muttered, raised his head to look at the increasingly bright sky, and turned his gaze to the direction of the factory again.

"But, master..." The coachman showed a hesitant look on his face, and he said submissively, "After all, this place, how to say, is very dangerous. And since a few years ago, the nearby villages have suffered from unpopular situations many times. Because of the known attack, several villages were delisted because of this, so..."

"I know, I know, wait a little longer." Edmond replied anxiously, "Wait until the sky is completely bright. By then, we will go back to the city to notify the garrison if there is no news from Charlotte."

The coachman wanted to persuade him a little more, but after looking at Edmond, he didn't say anything in the end. Instead, he held the gun in his hand and looked at the dark surroundings vigilantly.

He is just an ordinary person, and as far as he knows, Edmond Dantès, who represented the Novigrad Hunter's Guild, and Heidi, who had fallen asleep in the carriage because of waiting too long Miss, they are all ordinary people.

Don't look at the guns they have in their hands, but let alone the monsters and weirdness in the rumors and records, even a small group of soldiers can easily deal with them.

Having a gun does not mean that they have combat effectiveness, and hunting accurately does not mean that they can deal with monsters.

But it still brings a sense of security.

Time is passing, and the sky is getting brighter and brighter. Soon, with a round of sun shining on the horizon, the night has come to an end.

Its daybreak.

"Master, are we?" Although the sight became wider due to the receding darkness, the coachman still didn't dare to take it lightly, for fear that a monster would suddenly emerge from a place he couldn't see and bite his throat.

While looking at the wind and grass around, the coachman asked his master, "Look, it's dawn now, just to be safe, can you go back to the city first?"

A dejected expression appeared on Edmund's face. He looked at the abandoned factory unwillingly and sighed. "Okay." He said, "then go back first, go back to the city and go directly to the military command office."

"Okay, sir." The coachman was obviously relieved. The worries and fears brought by the unknown made the coachman who hadn't slept all night look exhausted, but he was very happy to hear that Edmund had returned to the city intentionally.

No one wants to be in such a dangerous place.

The driver turned around, opened the door, and returned to the driver's seat.

Edmund frowned and walked to the front of the car door, raised his foot and stepped on the carriage, but it seemed that it was because of reluctance or something else. Anyway, at this moment, Edmond turned his head subconsciously and finally looked at factory.

Then, he saw, on the wasteland ahead, a figure was heading towards the three-way intersection, to be precise, it was the carriage coming here.

"He's not dead." Edmund jumped out of the carriage excitedly, and shouted at the coachman. "He's back." After that, he looked at the figure as much as possible, and quickly confirmed that it was Charlotte himself.

It was Charlotte who was right.

Although compared to when he went to the abandoned factory, he looked a little bit embarrassed, his clothes were dusty and a little damaged, and he didn't have the lantern he took in the past, so he just walked back with a cane.

"Hi, Charlotte." Edmund waved happily at Charlotte. "Thank God, it's great that you're safe and sound."

Charlotte, who came over, agreed, and quickly walked back to the carriage.

"Thank you for your relationship, Mr. Dantès." Charlotte said, "The factory is mostly fine. I have solved some troubles entrenched inside, but..."

"Ok?"

Facing Edmund's confused look, Charlotte told a general account of her experience in the factory with a serious expression, and finally added, "I'm afraid my work is not over yet, there is a big problem there, you can If so, Mr. Dantès, you should go back to the city and notify the security team to come over."

"Is it serious?" Edmund asked with surprise on his face.

"...That's right." Charlotte nodded. "It's very serious." He said, "It involves some forbidden knowledge and cruel magic experiments."

"Of course, before dealing with and pursuing these remaining issues, we must at least find someone to gather the bones of the 'victims' here."

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Edmund didn't just take the carriage back to the city, but let the coachman take Miss Heidi, who had woken up, to go back first to notify the security team, while he himself insisted on staying, waiting for the security team with Charlotte operatives, forensic doctors, and body collectors.

He didn't sleep all night with obvious fatigue on his face. Charlotte tried to persuade him. After all, ordinary people like Edmund were far from hunters like him in terms of physical fitness.

Not to mention, even among hunters, Charlotte's physical fitness surpassed most of them.Not to mention going through a night of fierce fighting without rest, even if you endure it for two or three days without sleep, it's not a big deal.

But Edmund still insisted on staying, and with great energy, he wanted to go into the factory to see what happened, saying that he wanted to see what had happened there since a few years ago.

In the end, Charlotte watched the carriage leave the side road and returned to the city, then took Edmund to the factory that he had cleaned up, and brought them to the warehouse.

Edmund's face turned pale when he saw the bright red magic circle.When Charlotte explained that the bright red magic circle was drawn with human blood, his expression became even more embarrassing.

But even after seeing this scene, Edmund still persisted, wanting to break through the casserole and find out the truth.

Then...

"Ugh." When he saw the piled up dry corpses and more fragmented limbs at the back of the warehouse, Edmund finally couldn't bear it anymore, leaned on the nearest wall and bent over to vomit.

The tragic scene in front of him and the smell of dead bodies in the air made this Mr. Dantès, who didn't have much relevant experience, almost pass out.

His hands and feet were weak and his face was pale. He didn't know whether it was fear or anger. In the end, he was helped by Charlotte to leave here and went to the factory gate to rest and wait.

Chapter 24 The Conflict That Followed

Although the police station system in Novigrad City has a lot of problems, even in the view of Charlotte from Leviathan City, it has almost broken through the lower limit. It's late.

But...Charlotte looked at the hands of the pocket watch on her body and it was about to point to the twelve quarters. These notices were clearly announced early in the morning, but they delayed until almost twelve o'clock at noon before arriving at this police officer who was half an hour away from the city. , and once again refreshed Charlotte's cognition.

"It's too fast." Seeming to see Charlotte's latent dissatisfaction, Edmond, whose expression eased after a few hours, watched in a low voice while watching twenty or so people walk into the factory. He said to Charlotte, "If I hadn't let Heidi use my name, and I'm still a bit of a scumbag in Novigrad, I'm afraid it will take at least a day or two before anyone comes to see it."

"...Is the administrative organization so bad that no one handles it?"

"Is there any way to do this?" Edmond shook his head. "Currently, Novigrad's administrative agencies are controlled by family forces in the city. Even the relatively independent police system is only relatively independent."

"Except for the military stationed in the city, this city has long been caught in endless political struggles. Under such circumstances, how can there be public officials who are dedicated to the public?"

With that said, Edmund sighed complicatedly.

And Charlotte looked at the twenty or so police officers with expressions of dissatisfaction, boredom, and impatience on their faces, and shut her mouth.

Complaints are complaints, but these matters involving a city's political issues should not have any intersection with him.

He just needs to do what he is supposed to do, and nothing else is necessary.

Each of these police officers from Novigrad had a look of obvious impatience on their faces, and they also looked unkind to Charlotte and Edmond standing aside, as if they owed them a large sum of money of.

But as Edmund said, he does have a little face in Novigrad. At least the sheriff who led the team, although his tone was not good, took the initiative to go up when he saw them. Say hello before.

"Edmond, you are really looking for something to do for me!" The sheriff who led the team complained to Edmond as soon as he came in.

"Fernan?" Edmund's tone was full of unexpected emotions, and he looked at the middle-aged man in formal clothes who appeared in front of them in surprise. "How did you come here?"

"...cough cough, I just happened to hear about this place. You must know that your female assistant has been making a scene in the police station in a hurry."

The man named Fernand looked around, as if he was quite interested in the scenery in the factory, but after looking back around, he turned to Edmond and said, "It's not that I just happened to be in the police station for something. , your name is not as useful as you imagined."

Edmund frowned, didn't say anything but looked at the police officers who were walking behind the warehouse.

"You just let..."

Before the words were finished, several police officers who walked to the back of the warehouse first rushed out with a pale expression, and then vomited while leaning on the wall like Edmund before.

"Okay...Fernan, it seems that your staff is a bit timid!" Edmond chuckled, not caring that he behaved the same way as these police officers a few hours ago, facing those who vomited The guy pursed his lips, and said sarcastically, "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so frightened by a small scene."

"You!" An angry look appeared on Fernan's face. He glared at Edmond fiercely, then angrily walked towards those guys who were leaning on the wall to vomit, pulled one up, and raised his hand. A loud slap hit the past.

"Trash, what is it that scares you into such a state?"

"That, that, dead, dead..." The frightened police officers tremblingly pointed at the back of the warehouse.

"It's just dead people. There will be no unlucky people in this city die one day." Fernan cursed, raised his foot and kicked another guy who was vomiting, and then walked towards that place with a cold snort.

"What's the big deal……"

What I saw were corpses stacked up to a height of three meters. Without exception, these corpses were all dry, with iron-blue skin, hollow eye sockets, dry hair... Some corpses were even fragmented, missing arms and legs. , Some of them still have various boiled internal organs, and the stench of corpses in the air stimulates everyone's sense of smell, making people sick to the stomach.

"...Uh, uh, what, what is this?" Fernan withdrew his expression and retreated, yelling in panic and anxiety, "Why, who put the cemetery here? Or is there a grave robber here? A grave visited by thieves?"

"Unfortunately, what you said is not true." Edmond smiled gloatingly, as if he had a feud with this man named Fernan, and he was happy to see Fernan being scared. "If I'm not mistaken, these should be homeless or homeless people who disappeared in the urban area. Otherwise, so many people are missing, and you, Fernan, wouldn't be so blind."

"Hmph." Fernan was covered in cold sweat, and ignored Edmond's sarcasm, but yelled directly at the subordinates who came along with him, "What are you waiting for, hurry back and notify the forensic doctor and the body collector to come over. "

A clever guy responded first, and then ran out quickly. Seeing this, the other police officers turned ugly, but they didn't dare to take Fernand's blame. One dared to run to the back of the warehouse to pay attention to the mummy piled up in one piece.

"Take away everything that is useful, and take it back to the police station." Fernan yelled, directing these apparently unprofessional police officers to investigate the scene.

"Take back that box and the stuff inside too." He suddenly pointed to the small wooden box placed on a table, and shouted, "Be careful what's in it, these are all incriminating evidence, and if you lose something, you won't be able to take it back." Let's go."

Seeing his sudden agitation, Charlotte, who had been silent all this time, frowned, then suddenly walked over, reaching out to stop a police officer who was about to remove the wooden box.

"Wait, you can't take this box away."

"What do you want, brat?" Seeing this, Fernan suddenly became fierce and cursed at Charlotte for some reason, "Go away, kid, or I'll throw you in prison to eat."

But Charlotte ignored Fernan, and directly reached out and pulled the wooden box open.

Rows of well-packed test tubes appeared in the wooden box, and a blood-like liquid came into Charlotte's sight.

"Get out of the way, do you want to hinder the official business?" Seeing Charlotte pull open the lid of the wooden box, Fernan walked over angrily and took out a pistol.

"Fernan." Edmund shouted, "What are you doing with the gun?" He hurried over and grabbed Fernan by the shoulder holding the pistol.

"Let go." With a wave of his hand, Fernan shook off Edmund, then raised his pistol and pointed it at Charlotte, whose back was turned to him.

Chapter 25 The Conflict That Followed

Charlotte ignored the commotion behind him. He kept looking closely at the neatly placed test tubes in the box, and at the bright red liquid that looked like blood in the test tubes.

And at this moment, because Charlotte's back was facing other people, and no one saw the chest, the silver griffin pendant was vibrating slightly at this moment.

What is the red liquid in these test tubes?

Charlotte, who has always had zero points in alchemy, had no choice but to use her brain as much as possible to find the answer from the various potions she knew.

However, after turning around, he had to admit that in theory it was the Griffin School, but in fact the Cat School himself was good at drawing swords and charging, and he was a layman who knew nothing about the potion branch of alchemy.

At most, he could remember the effects and side effects of some potions, but it was really impossible for him to tell what kind of potion it was just from the color of the liquid in the test tube.

Moreover, Charlotte had never heard that some potions could make his pendant react.

"Little devil, hurry up and get out of the way!" Just when Charlotte was thinking about whether to use actual actions to verify what these things are, anyway, the side effects of ordinary potions are useless to her, Fernand's cry He came back to God.

Without looking back, Charlotte knew that Fernan was pointing a weapon at her just by perception, and this made Charlotte feel that there was something strange about it.

This police chief named Fernan seemed to know something.

"Fernan, what do you want to do?" Seeing Fernan pointing a gun at Charlotte, Edmund who was beside him couldn't care less, and directly inserted himself in front of Fernan to block Charlotte's figure behind. "What do you mean?" He questioned every single word. "Could it be, are you going to kill someone even more innocent?"

"...You, get out of Edmond's way, this kid is obstructing official duties." Seeing Edmond standing in front of the gun, Fernan had a hesitant expression on his face, and he had no choice but to lower the gun. But he said in a bad tone, "Everything here is evidence, this kid is so casual, don't you know that this will destroy the crime scene?"

"Joke." Edmund responded with a sneer, "I have never heard of it. It has been five years, more than five years, before the police station 'efficiently' sent people to the 'crime' scene. "

"Or, do you know something?" Edmond pointed to the badge on Fernand's police uniform with a gloomy face, and said angrily, "Are you so worried about that box and its contents?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Edmond." Fernand growled, "Don't think I dare not do anything to you? Don't forget, you are just an ordinary businessman."

"That's right! An ordinary businessman, but Fernan, believe it or not, if I go directly to 'chat' with the mayor, I will be able to get you out of your current position!"

"You..." It could be seen that Edmond's threat made Fernand's expression tense, and his whole body was trembling, not knowing whether it was anger or...fear.

But no matter what, Fernan didn't want to fail to step down in front of his subordinates.

It's just that Edmond's words were pressing at every step, and he didn't intend to give Fernand, who is the chief of police, any face at all. "Have you forgotten, what identity do I still have?" Edmond said, "Or, have you forgotten why I can stand here and who solved this damn place? Guess, I have been here for five years I don't know who killed those evil things secretly?"

"Should I remind you that the hunter who killed all the monsters here last night is here, or how long do you think you can live with the little broken gun in your hand and these bullying moles?"

In an instant, Fernan's complexion became extremely pale. He froze for a moment, then looked at the figure behind Edmond, his lips moved, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

"By the way." Edmond's voice was full of sarcasm, "It's been a long time since you touched the gun, and you forgot to open the safety catch."

"You, remember..." Fernan snorted coldly, turned around and yelled at the other police officers who lowered their heads and didn't dare to look over, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and do it to you."

……

A private conflict was resolved in a few words by Edmund. At least he didn't let Charlotte choose to kill these useless wastes who would definitely cause trouble if they died.

"An idiot." Glancing at Fernand, who seemed to be obsessed with the box or the items in the box, and kept looking at him with what he thought was a hidden look, Charlotte whispered to Edmund, "It's a mistake for him to do this." Something was revealed..."

Edmund's expression was cold. The verbal victory just now and the embarrassment of Fernand obviously couldn't make him happy. "I didn't think of it..." He replied in a low voice, "No, I should have thought of it earlier." Edmund's tone was full of disappointment and disbelief.

"The timing is too coincidental. It just happened to be five years ago that the entire Novigrad City Hunter's Guild became dilapidated. It turned out that this is the case. I was stupidly concealed for so long... Who is it?"

"Do you have any targets of suspicion?"

"Novigrad is full of bastards who would do such a thing."

"What a terrible city."

"That's right." Edmund gritted his teeth and said, "Whether it's the air or the city, everything is terrible."