The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 46
In his opinion, Mrs. Sharon, who has been wandering in the circle of nobles for many years and has been rumored about various scandals from time to time, must have a lot of connections with those nobles who are usually high and high. Maybe among the people who climbed the wall at night, there is one of them.

And Liuzhi, who didn't think about the mysterious side at all, thought logically that the task that Aiwen gave them to monitor the abnormal movements in Tingen City was to catch the nobles, so that they could obediently submit at critical moments.

"Mrs. Sharon?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have any memory of the other party in his mind.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Brenes, who had been huddled in his coat pocket for a while, tapped his chest lightly.

Outside the gate of the Ancient Relics Protection Association in Tingen City, Ivan asked some details about Mrs. Sharon, and got the news that the other party's address and not at home tonight.

After dismissing Liu Zhi, he stared at the empty street and said as if talking to himself: "What did you want to say just now?"

"It can make all the nobles fascinated by it. I think apart from the witch, there are only vampires who worship the moon."

With a burst of angry voice, Brenes climbed out of his jacket pocket, supported his chubby head with his soft arms, and continued to add:

"Those mice also have an excellent appearance, but they like blood more, especially the blood of girls, but they are not as indulgent as witches."

"You mean that Mrs. Sharon might be a Transcendent?" Ivan was a little curious.

"Obviously!" Brenesse nodded and said instead:
"However, I don't recommend having a direct conflict with the other party. It's okay if those rats who only go to the hospital to steal blood plasma to drink, if it's a witch, it's likely to hit the young ones, which will provoke the old ones. After all, strictly speaking It is said that they are a big family that has been passed down for a long time!"

"I know you're not afraid of those guys, but you also have to think about your own industry, don't you?"

Facing the persuasion, Ai Wen pondered thoughtfully for a while, then nodded slightly and said:
"Then go and investigate first. If there is no real threat, you can consider letting her go temporarily!"

……

In the middle of the night after the party, with the assistance of two colleagues, Upton was still busy. The aristocratic butlers and businessmen with various purposes rushed to hand over their bronzing business cards. Under the circumstances, a round of temptations was launched.

On the other side, on both sides of Olsner Street in the eastern district where rich people gather, clusters of gorgeous flower beds are blooming under the dazzling gas street lamps.

There are no dilapidated wooden houses in the lower street of the Iron Cross, the stinky ditch with sewage flowing across it, the flat and wide road on both sides, and the magnificent villas that make Ivan feel like he has entered another world.

Just like the nest capitals in the foundry world, each floor has a different scene, full of extravagant desires or poverty and pain.

Throwing the bicycle into the flowerbed under the gas lamp, and locking the front wheel to the lamppost with an iron chain, Ivan lowered the brim of his hat and strolled towards Mrs. Sharon's house at the other end of the street.

After arriving at the destination according to the house number, he noticed that there was no one around. He easily climbed over the wooden grille fence, and then walked quietly through the garden to the gate.

He glanced at the tightly closed door lock, then took out a long and thin iron wire from his pocket, inserted it firmly into the keyhole, and fiddled carefully a few times.

Then he took out a pair of small scissors and a thin iron bar, and according to the mechanical structure he had just simulated in his mind, he made a simple key in two or three strokes.

After a while, there was a soft sound of "click", and Mrs. Sharon's mansion was displayed in front of his eyes without any defense.

"I didn't expect the knowledge potion to be used like this..." Brenes's rather speechless voice suddenly came from his pocket.

"It is said that someone can open the gate of the whole street with a single noodle. I just got some inspiration."

With a low sigh of nostalgia, Ai Wen put away his tools as if returning to his own home, and strode into the door.

Passing through the porch, the crimson moonlight outside the window casts a layer of hazy gauze on the elegant and quiet hall, making the exquisite furniture inside look unspeakably expensive.

Walking on the soft and thick carpet, Brenesse's amazed exclamations kept coming from his arms.

Just as Ivan was thinking about where to start the inspection, maybe the door was opened too loudly before, or maybe the chattering Brenes disturbed the servants living on the first floor.

The lounge in the corner of the hall was suddenly pushed away. A girl in maid costume rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a daze, "Ma'am, are you back?"

"Damn..." Ivan cursed secretly when he saw this, and was about to rush over to use physical methods to help the maid to sleep before he screamed, when he suddenly heard the low voice of Brenes hiding in his pocket said:

"Desire... sleepiness!"

As soon as the words fell, the little maid who hadn't figured out who it was, made a soft "plop", and fell straight on the ground.

"It's good to be young, to fall asleep..."

Realizing that he had almost done something wrong just now, and successfully remedied it, Brenes laughed dryly, stretched out his thin arms and pointed upstairs:
"The master room should be on the second floor, I think we should go up and have a look."

"She won't wake up suddenly, will she?" Ivan turned his head and pointed to the maid lying on the ground.

"Don't worry, I promise to sleep until tomorrow morning!"

With Brenes' affirmation, he turned around and went to the second floor, finally found Madam Sharon's bedroom, and sneaked in easily after repeating the old trick.

The moment he just entered the door, under the crimson moonlight shining through the window, Aiwen was deeply shocked by the just right luxury arrangement in the bedroom.

Looking up at the spacious room, at the end of the soft carpet that is thick enough to sprain your feet, there is a large round bed covered with a velvet duvet cover, and a huge dressing table with all kinds of cosmetics and jewelry. .

Next to it, in the cloakroom with the door ajar, all kinds of thin clothes and suspender stockings randomly thrown on the soft rocking chair can be vaguely seen. In addition, there are some strange items inlaid with gold threads, such as collars and whips, animal ears and cat tails.

The most astonishing thing in the whole room is a huge oil painting with only the upper body completed.

The owner on the drawing paper has moist skin, brown hair like a waterfall, and a perfect small face with a golden ratio. He has a pair of pure and timid bright eyes like a deer in the forest.

But Wen Run's tall and firm features under the collarbone invisibly added a touch of charm that mature women should have.

These two contradictory feelings blended together without any sense of disobedience, and with the fragrance that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, let the man who had never worked in the courtroom and had been wandering on the battlefield with his good buddies Aiwen was immediately moved by the luxury in it.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and forcibly covered Brenesse, who was lying on his pocket and staring straight ahead with his two button eyes.

And take your eyes off the unfinished bust of a self-portrait, complete with oil paint and a side silver-plated full-length mirror.

Try not to think about what kind of curious scene the master of the painting was standing in front of the full-length mirror naked while admiring and copying.

Turning to look at the thick safe in the corner of the room, the whole body is silver-gray and incompatible with the surrounding environment...

And almost at the same time, far away on the outskirts of Tingen, in a single-family villa with a dark red chimney and withered flower garden in front of the house.

Ince Zangwill, who was blind in one eye, slowly opened the ordinary notebook on the desk under the light of the candle, revealing the story that had been carefully arranged by him.

From Riggins, a member of the Secret Society, who sold the Antigonus family notebooks at a low price, to Sirius Aripis and Hynes Vincent, members of the Aurora Order, who resold them to Welch McGovern, resulting in Klein and the other three committed suicide under the influence of the notes.

Then, Sirius met the fraudster Lanwusi in the Deville Library, and the two sides conspired to fool Hood Eugen, tricked his fiancée Megoose to the factory, and let the tauren at the projection site of the real creator , successfully conceived the heir of the evil god.

Although among them, Klein survived successfully after committing suicide and joined the Nighthawks team, but such a small episode did not affect the overall situation arranged by Ince Zangwill.

Later, under his arrangement, the gang member Bacchus and others kidnapped the son of the tobacco merchant Velcro, and arranged for Klein to pass by Angetinus' notes in coincidences.

And just when the Nighthawks brought the late Sealed Artifact 2-049, they launched a siege to Riel Bibb, who had already obtained the Angetinus notes in the dock area warehouse and was about to complete his promotion, and arranged for the Nighthawks captain Dunn Smith, look at the eve of the contamination of the writing power of the Angetinus family, causing their combat effectiveness to plummet.

An unexpected guest appeared quietly, interrupting the rhythm of the notes suddenly.

　Thanks to the "tune 1 party 2 o'clock" boss for the reward, and everyone's recommendation!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)