The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The latest website: "I don't think about any man." Montana adjusted the expression on her face and denied it.

"You can't deceive me." Belgar smiled lightly, "But it's strange, is your heart wondering what?"

"That man is the newly promoted CEO of the Bureau of Investigation. His name is Henrik, right?" Belgar frowned and looked at the direction Sigmon had left before.

"This man is very strange." As she said, she silently added, "It gave me a very familiar feeling."

You must know that Belgar does not really come from a small marginal country. In the body of this girl who looks harmless to humans and animals and has a sweet face, there is a blasphemer named Belgard who is active, even if it is only subconscious to her. Curiosity and familiarity were enough to make Bellegarde wary.

"It's a pity." I couldn't help sighing in my heart. This new body has many advantages, but it lacks the extraordinary sense of smell that she has always relied on before.

In the past, Bellegarde could judge the ups and downs of a person's emotions only by her sense of smell. As long as she saw people where she walked, even after a complete makeover, it was difficult for her to escape the capture by her sense of smell.

This familiarity made Belgar realize that Henrik should be someone he had met when he was active as Bellegarde.

"Who would it be?" She tried to think about the analysis, but couldn't find anyone who matched her identity.

"Damn it, it seems that while trying to improve my strength, I should also find a way to restore the sense of smell I once had." She thought silently, but seeing the girl in front of her, Belgar had another thought in her heart.

"Do you know Montana, when we are active, we often habitually use our eyes to capture most of the information, but in fact our observation of the whole world is omnidirectional, vision is only one of them, there are some Hidden information is also affecting us."

"Like the taste."

"A person's breath is closely related to his life, habits, age, as well as the environment he is in, and the spices he uses, but in fact, after stripping away all the influence of the outside world, everyone has his own purest breath, which is Like our spirit, it is unique."

"Belgar, what do you mean by this?" Montana asked.

"It's nothing, just say some nonsense, I always do what you said." Belgar waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, the banquet is about to start, let's go in."

Montana did not speak, but the idea of ​​the unique breath kept circling in her mind.

"Unique atmosphere, if Henrik and Sigmund are really the same person..."

Thinking of the bizarre and embarrassingly intimate encounter between the two, a bold thought suddenly popped into Montana's mind. If a reasonable reason could be found to approach Henrik at such a close distance, the smell on him... …

The eyes brightened, and Montana realized that the prom in the near future was the best chance!

At the same time, Bishop Yvonne has regained her usual solemnity and returned to the banquet hall. She walked slowly to Bishop Norius. The two exchanged glances vaguely, and Yvonne shook her head gently. , then walked up to a young man.

It was a young man with soft hair and a handsome face, wearing a crown, a gorgeous dress, and a thin sword around his waist. From the top of his head to his feet, every inch of the man's fabric and accessories were extremely luxurious.

With a smile on his face, he responded to every guest with a perfect etiquette that was both cordial and dignified. From this perspective, Philip completely fit the definition of a prince.

Noble, majestic and charming.

On the edge, many noble ladies gathered together, whispering about everything related to Prince Philip, the carriage he drove, the fabrics he wore, everything he used on weekdays, at least in terms of fashion, the young Prince Philip Leading the luxury of the top floor of the kingdom of Elam.

"What happened outside?" Prince Philip turned to look at Bishop Yvonne after sending the guests away. His eyes were kind, but there was a trace of imperceptible restlessness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"Meet a villain." Bishop Yvonne's face sank slightly.

"Villain? This is my manor, you are a noble bishop, and someone dares to ram you? Tell me who he is?" Prince Philip's face turned pale.

"Who else is there?" Yvonne smiled, "Only that adult and the Bureau of Investigation he controls can be so unscrupulous, Prince Philip, this country seems to be a little too tolerant of that person."

"Is it from Duke Dressel?" There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and the expression on his face calmed down. Prince Philip then asked, "What happened?"

"The new CEO, he has been entangled around Montana. I reminded him, but he asked me who I am?"

"Can you imagine? As the chief executive of the Investigation Bureau, I don't know me, the bishop of the church. I don't know if this is ignorance or arrogance, but that's it, the pride of the guys in the Investigation Bureau has been carved into their bones." He looked Prince Philip glanced.

"I'm very worried about you, Philip, if you accept our canonization, will you even become the object of their investigation?"

"I'm the prince of Elam!" Philip's face turned pale, "I'm the heir to the throne, how dare they?!"

"I hope so." Bishop Yvonne sighed, "I have warned that Henrik to keep him away from Montana. She is the goddess of the church and her identity cannot be violated."

"You did the right thing." Prince Philip nodded with a gloomy face. According to the agreement, when the canonization ceremony officially ended, Montana and Belgar would be led by him. As a man, Philip would be somewhat uncomfortable.

Although he understands that Montana is the goddess of the church, and even he can't touch it, but at least psychologically, he will subconsciously think that this woman under his control belongs to him.

So when she heard that Montana was being entangled, she didn't show it on her face, but deep down she had begun to have a great opinion about Sigmund, who had never met.

Bishop Yvonne only briefly mentioned a few words, and then changed the topic to other places, and the atmosphere began to become harmonious, but she noticed that the young prince of Ellen was somewhat irritable.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall opened, and a tall, fair-skinned, red-robed figure walked into the hall as beautiful and noble as a queen.

"It's Princess Charlotte!"

"Oh my God~www.readwn.com~ She is absolutely beautiful!" The noble ladies scattered all over the banquet hall, dressed in all kinds of gorgeous colors, all restrained all the moment when they saw Charlotte. swagger.

Ashamed.

Although the woman did not wear gorgeous jewelry or expensive decorations, and the red dress on her body was extremely simple, she just stood there quietly, and the invisible aura overwhelmed everyone.

That is a unique temperament formed from identity, strength, and lofty ideas. From this point of view, even the two bishops and Prince Philip are far inferior.

But just when everyone was admiring Charlotte's temperament from a distance, a man took the initiative to come up with a wine glass and smile.

"I finally saw an acquaintance." The banquet had not yet begun, but it was already a complete torture for Sigmund.

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