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The body is made of mahogany, glowing with a dull red light, faintly extravagant, the carriage is huge, the chassis is made of stainless steel, and the wheel axles are inlaid with shock absorbers invented only the year before last.

John squinted his eyes, measured the distance between the wheels, his face changed, and he quickly pulled the two people behind him to hide in the grass on the side.

"Is it the carriage?" Hansel asked nervously,

John nodded, put his fingers to his mouth and made a silent gesture, he was still not sure if there was anyone in the car, there was no need to expose himself.

The carriage was driven by a middle-aged white man in a felt hat, hanging from a pipe, and with a scar under his left eye.

The carriage whizzed past the three of them, and a pale blue and a snow-white face faintly appeared in the shaking window.

Seeing this rapidly disappearing face, Hansel's eyes widened, "Grace!" While exclaiming, the body involuntarily rushed forward.

"Don't move!"

John scolded and quickly pressed Hansel down, and only after the carriage disappeared did the three of them come out of the bushes.

"The man in the carriage is Miss Grace!"

"I see it."

John was silent, his brows furrowed deeply, this thing was so strange that he actually shifted the target at this time!

"Let's keep up!"

The witch suggested, putting John in the captain's place between words.

"Yes!" John nodded, "Be careful, though, and try not to expose yourself." ”

The three of them briefly decorated and quickly chased forward along the axle mark left by the carriage.

This time the pursuit was quite long, and the three of them chased around most of the city, all the way from the east of the city to the slave market in the west of the city.

The expressions of the Witcher brothers and sisters were hard to see as they looked at the black slaves who were being auctioned off naked in the sun, if those people really sold Grace as a slave like the people before them.

Then the reputation that the Francis family has accumulated over the years will be completely ruined, and their bodyguards may also be able to do it.

"Don't get excited, things may not be as bad as you think."

John steadied himself and continued to chase the two of them along the trail left by the carriage, and when he passed the mouth of a remote alley, the sharp-eyed Gretel did not know what he saw, and let out an exclamation.

"What's that?"

The two turned their heads and followed Gretel's guidance to see a pile of garbage in the corner and the woman who had collapsed on top of the garbage.

With a light blue dress and a white and plump body, even if she fell into the chicken coop, this noble-born woman was still so beautiful.

"It's Miss Grace!"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they never thought that the daughter of the famous earl would be thrown in such a place at will.

It's weird from start to finish.

John's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't understand what the purpose of those people was for a while, so he glanced around and said in a deep voice,

"It's not a good place to stay here, take her with you, and we'll go."

……

More than an hour later, outside the door of Grace's bedroom,

Mayor Logan stood there with a gloomy face, the Spanish cigarette in his fingers had been burning for a long time, and the ash fell to the ground, staining the shiny black leather boots,

But he didn't notice any of this, he was silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gretel had already told him what had happened, but the mayor's performance was somewhat unexpected, no anger, no praise, no other emotion on his face except for the occasional hideous look between his eyes.

The door opened, and the personal physician of the Francis family came out and said to the group of people who had gathered,

"Miss's body is very healthy, except for the bruise on the back of her head, everything else is fine."

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Hearing this, Mayor Logan's gloomy face suddenly had a hint of light, and he greeted the servant waiting by the side and asked him to send the doctor away.

This good news made the heavy mood of the crowd breathe a long breath, and at this moment, John, who had not made a sound since he returned, suddenly walked up, stopped in front of everyone, and said with a blank face,

"Guys, before I go in and visit, I have something I must say."

"It took so much experience, such a big cost, to get the only descendant of the Francis family, and then do nothing, not to blackmail, not to damage, just throw it next to a pile of garbage, do you think this kind of thing can happen?"

The atmosphere became solemn again, Gretel frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice,

But the doctor said she was fine.

Moreover, when I came back, I also checked it, and there were no other injuries except for the bruise on the back of my head. ”

John smiled, turned his gaze to Mayor Logan, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think so too?" ”

When the words fell, the gray-haired old man fell silent suddenly, he knew very well that many things in this world were not just on the surface.

The most important things are often hidden under the surface, just like the young man in front of him, what purpose is hidden under the seemingly gentle appearance, he does not know, and he has no time to guess.

"If you have any ideas, please tell me!"

Logan said in a deep voice, two beams of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, his body leaned back slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a heavy official authority emanating out.

"This old fox's heart is harder than iron."

John's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally got to know the legendary mayor, and his niece had reached this point, and he could still not change his face.

Awesome, really awesome.

John sighed lightly, pointed to the door of his head, and said,

"Have you ever thought that just because she's okay doesn't mean there's nothing wrong here."

"You're saying Miss Grace's spirit has been manipulated." Hansel frowned and said,

"Yes, it's a possibility."

Thinking of what Mr. Conton had said to himself, and thinking of what had happened recently, John already had a rough conjecture in his heart, but whether the conjecture came true or not needed to be further confirmed.

"Maybe we can do a simple test on Grace."

"What test?"

John smiled, didn't answer, and instead said, "You stand here and wait for a while, don't make a sound, and you'll soon know what this test is." ”

With that, he pushed open the door and strode into Grace's bedroom, the door behind him half-closed, leaving a gap large enough for outsiders to hear what was being said.

John walked over to the bed, patted Sleeping Beauty's arm, and whispered,

"Miss Grace, Grace ......"

The sleeping Earl's daughter seemed to hear someone calling her, and she opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw John sitting beside her, her expression changed,

"John Condon, why are you here?"

"Do you know where this is?" John asked rhetorically with a smile,

"This is my house, how could I not know."

Grace choked and said, frowning, and suddenly remembered something,

"No, I should have been captured by a giant wolf."

Approaching her, as if remembering something terrible, she stepped back frantically and hissed, "I remember, it's you, John Condon, you bastard,

You sent that giant wolf. ”

Grace shouted loudly, and the words that made the faces of the three people eavesdropping outside the door suddenly change.