Chapter 11: Mummy

"The one just now seemed to be Lady Anne?" Karl looked at the carriage going away, thinking.

"Yes."

Kalie nodded: "Anne Boleyn, after the Count's death, all the rich family property belonged to her alone. She is a famous noblewoman in the city." (Count = Earl)

"But..."

"She is getting more and more beautiful."

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

Karl shook his head.

There are many gossips in front of a widow, let alone such a beautiful and wealthy widow.

He has also heard the story of this Lady Anne. She was born in 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 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 the Countess alone.

It is rumored that there have always been men around her, especially young and handsome boys. Over time, she has become a slut in the mouths of some people.

There were people who envied, envied, and despised her.

It was even said that 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 Kalie was clearly angry, she did not delay the young man from getting on the carriage.

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

Of course, these had nothing to do with Karl. He was more concerned about the sudden sense of crisis just now.

Killing intent!

Or something else.

Whatever it was, the breath leaked from Miles aroused his vigilance. He had never felt this way before.

'Could it be that practicing the poisonous wolf breathing method can also increase one's ability to perceive danger? '

'Or is there something strange about Miles himself? '

Karl touched his chin, his eyes showing thought.

"Ah!"

"Someone's dead!"

Just as he was thinking, a cry came from behind.

The two looked over and saw that the crowd was in chaos, some curiously poking their heads out, and some quickly moving away.

"What's going on?"

"It seems someone has found a body!"

"Let's go."

Karl put away his thoughts.

"Go and have a look."

As a city inspector, no matter how irresponsible he is, he can't turn a blind eye to such a thing.

The body was found in a stinking ditch. It was nothing but skin and bones. It was so dry that it looked like a mummy that had been dead for decades, or like a wooden stick that had been drained of water.

The scene was horrifying, disgusting, and weird.

"Judging from the clothes, it should be a young woman, but in this case, nothing can be seen at all."

Karl bent down and checked while holding back the odor:

"There are two red spots on the neck. Could she have really been sucked dry by a vampire and died?"

"Vampire?" Kalie's eyes lit up: "The young man named Miles just now had an unbelievably white skin. Could he have done it?"

Legend has it that vampires have very white skin.

"Do you really believe in vampires?" Karl looked up at him.

"Even if there are, it seems that vampires cannot come out during the day. If you really suspect, you can apply to arrest the person, but I'm afraid Mrs. Anne will not agree."

"Forget it."

Kalie gave up this plan neatly.

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

"The victims are all young women."

"Oh!" Karl stood up: "Five already?"

When he met Chief Dinah in the church a few days ago, the other party mentioned a similar case.

"Forget it."   

Clapping his hands, Karl looked at the figures running over: "Leave it to the police... There are also night watchmen?"

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

However, there are very few cases that can alarm the night watchmen.

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

Kalie also looked puzzled, and it was obvious that he had just learned about it.

…

In the eyes of those 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, Karl lost the interest in drinking and came to Safi Street alone.

Here gathered the most famous tailors and shoemakers in Sino City, as well as the largest clothing stores, watch stores, cane stores, etc.

His previous clothes were already worn out.

In addition, after practicing the poisonous wolf breathing method, his body shape seemed to have changed again, and he also needed to change his clothes.

"Sir."

The clerk with a measuring tape hanging around his neck greeted him warmly:

"What do you need?"

"I want to order a few suits." Karl stood in front of the display case and examined the men's suits inside.

He added: "Don't use too much silk."

Silk is probably too rare here. The popular suits are worn by both men and women. 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.

Lace and white stockings are even more challenging to his aesthetic limits.

"No problem."

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

"Material should be mainly velvet and brocade, no layers of scarves, the simpler the better." Karl stroked the clothing material and said.

"The coat should be to the knees. Do you have a military uniform sample here? I plan to modify it with reference to the military uniform."

"Yes."

The clerk nodded, and the customer's request flashed through his mind. He only felt that it was a bit strange but did not question it.

"I'll get it for you."

"Okay."

Karl nodded.

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

However, there is a transition between Baroque and suits, and neutralizing each other can also meet the requirements.

In his opinion, the current clothing of the Kingdom of Gondor has a trend towards femininity and excessive decoration.

This is also normal.

The abundance of materials will dazzle people, and naturally pursue luxury, and all kinds of materials are desperately added.

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

"Tighten the waist from the back seam or the sides, and let the hem open, so that it is convenient for riding and does not affect strenuous activities."

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

Karl thought for a while and said: "Add some gold thread embroidery, but not too complicated. Night watchman? No, I don't want that style."

The clerk had never heard of so many requirements, so he simply invited the tailor master, and the two gestured to discuss.

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

At first glance, it looked like an apprentice seeking to learn.

"Wait a minute."

Karl suddenly stopped discussing and looked towards the front hall. Two familiar figures came into view.

The landlady Mary and her daughter Jenny.

"Jenny."

Mary looked at the lady's dress in front of her with a troubled look on her face.

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

"I am going to attend a party, should I wear the old dress you made for me?" Jenny stamped her feet.

"Mom, I finally passed the exam of 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!"

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