The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Elm Street.

Sigmon looked at the nameplate on the street and sighed softly.

Liam City was divided into many areas. Elm Street where he was at this time was the first to develop, and many merchants and aristocrats were concentrated in the early days.

Although the boundaries were broken and the city changed, but slowly, it was loved by many emerging middle-class people.

In other words, it's half a rich neighborhood.

It is not difficult to understand that even if you are a woman and will be discriminated against at work, lawyers can be regarded as a high-paying profession in any world.

As a single, elite independent woman, choosing a neighborhood with good law and order is a basic operation.

As for the issue of being single, although Rebecca did not mention similar topics, Sigmund thought he would never read it wrong.

No, it was wrong.

After the White Seagull Manor incident, Sigmon was also very concerned about the improvement of another ability, not only the ability of the Insight.

Now in normal times, his sense of smell is much stronger than that of ordinary people, although it will cause some disturbances... For example, Sigmon will suffer more torture in the smelly streets.

But for the most part the pros outweigh the cons.

What's more important is that by turning on his abilities, he can make his sense of smell surge in a short period of time, and cooperate with observation to discover some details that are easily overlooked.

Now, although Sigmon's various abilities have been improved, he lacks the quality to use this ability.

It's called experience.

And these should be supplemented by Ashley in the next time.

"Nice environment."

Sigmund looked around.

"What floor do you live on?" Seeing Rebecca, he took the initiative to exchange a few words.

"If conditions permit, I advise you to change to another place."

"Why?" Rebecca looked unhappy.

"This Elm Street, sigh, forget it, you don't understand it, but you'd better ask if there is a guy named Freddy around here." Sigmund half-joked.

This is his own bad taste.

"Freddy?" Rebecca seemed to be very concerned about her own safety. She didn't say it, but secretly wrote down the name in her heart.

But she quickly put the question out of her mind, and instead stepped forward and approached Sigmund.

"I promised to provide you with a temporary residence, but you didn't tell me that you would bring other people!"

"It's still a woman!"

"Women can't do it, men can?" Sigmund said with a smile.

"It's not about men and women!" Rebecca raised her voice.

"What time is this, Mr. Skinder is going to appear in court the day after tomorrow, but you brought back a woman at night!" There was a little anger in her voice.

"Ashley Nova."

The female assassin behind her took a step forward and opened her mouth, and extended her right hand to Rebecca very formally.

"This is my name, I'm not the so-called woman, I'm a private detective."

"Detective?"

"Women?" Rebecca looked suspicious.

Double standard monster, double standard monster appeared.

Sigmon tapped his forehead, suspicious of others? But you yourself are a rare female lawyer.

"Rebecca Stein."

I don't know if it was the blush of the setting sun or what, Sigmon always felt that when Rebecca shook hands, her cheeks seemed to blushed slightly.

"Let's get to the point quickly, I'll take a look at the case data."

After a few words, the female assassin took control of the situation, and the three walked to the door side by side.

"It's very quiet."

Looking at the two women who were vaguely confronting each other, Sigmon was at a loss for words. This was a four-story apartment. The three stood at the door for a while, but Sigmon didn't even hear the voices of the other residents.

"By the way, you haven't told me what floor you live in?"

"Now that there is one more person, it should be convenient."

"There are not several floors."

Rebecca replied in a muffled voice.

Sigmund smiled and shook his head, thinking that the female lawyer was still a little emotional because of what happened just now, but then Rebecca's answer made him instantly confused.

"I live on these four floors."

"You rented the fourth floor, all the rooms?!"

Sigmund opened his mouth, even if it was for personal safety, it was too hard.

"not at all."

"Then how many rooms did you rent?"

"I bought it."

"Buy... I bought it!?"

This time even Ashley looked sideways.

The historical process of this world is somewhat similar to that of Europe in the nineteenth century, but because of its extraordinary power, many details are exaggerated.

But in general, price assets still have a reference basis.

Like real estate.

Although Liam City can't be compared with the capital Abetus, it is a seaport city after all, and there are many merchants flowing. Compared with other cities of the same size, the property value here is higher.

Although, not long ago, Sigmund was also a house-owner, but their house could not compare with this one in terms of terrain, decoration, and scale.

An apartment.

Good guy.

Referring to Lawrence's salary, Sigmon planned to calculate how long it would take to afford such a property.

But soon he gave up.

because……

"Besides this building, so are the two next to it."

Rebecca said expressionlessly.

The female lawyer's eyes flashed with an imperceptible smugness. Obviously, seeing Sigmon and Ashley's surprise also made her a little happy.

Aunt……

No, it's elder sister, elder sister, I don't want to work hard.

With the rich beside me, the clown is actually me.

"Why do you want to be a lawyer with so much money?"

Rebecca is young and her social experience is extremely limited. Naturally, these assets cannot be derived from her own ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It seems that even in another world, she can't escape the law of spell dad.

"Does it matter?"

"Being a lawyer is my ambition. Besides, I also want to train more female lawyers like me!"

Sigmund nodded. These views were commonplace in the era he lived in. But in the kingdom of Elam, there are too few women like Rebecca.

Relatively speaking, from nineteenth-century London, it should be easier for female assassins to recognize Rebecca's ideas.

Entering the apartment, the decoration inside is very simple. According to Rebecca, she seems to have plans to rent these vacant rooms for free or at extremely low prices to women who want to study.

Listening to her enthusiastic introductions and grand prospects, Sigmon had a deeper understanding of this resolute female lawyer.

"The information is all here."

Entering the study, the case information prepared by Rebecca has been spread out on the table. Her room is very clean, without too many unnecessary decorations. One wall is covered with large and small case entries, and the other side is Full map of Liam Harbour.

And even some surrounding towns.

The two went up to Sigmund and quickly flipped through it. He was sorting out the case information, but the female assassin on the side pulled out one of the photos and looked at it thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Sigmund asked.

"This photo... No, there is something wrong with the dagger in the photo."

Sigmon took the photo and recognized at a glance that it was the self-defense dagger that Lawrence often carried.

"What's the problem?" he hurriedly asked.

Unexpectedly, Ashley hadn't thoroughly sorted out the entire case, and it seemed that she had discovered a major clue through just one photo.

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