"Your Excellency, Lord Pollit. ”

The closed door was pounded sharply, and the hoarse shouting in the room stopped, followed by the men's angry shouting.

Hurried footsteps sounded, the door was rudely pushed open from the inside, and the knocker hurriedly stepped back.

The belly was as big as if it had been filled with three buckets of water, the folds of his face were almost squeezing out his eyes, and the top of his head was already half bald, leaving only sparse hair.

This was Pollitt, the mayor of Blackstone, who had only a circle of cloth around the crotch of his pants, and his face was drenched in sweat, and his face was terribly red, and he didn't know if it was caused by the intense exercise he had just done or his anger.

Through the open door, you can see the situation in the room, the fire of the fireplace is so strong that the whole room is filled with heat, a few clothes are haphazardly placed on the floor, and under the half-hidden curtain of the bed, it seems that half of the snow-white butt can be seen.

"Hell, who's at this time...... Oh, Rhodes, my friend, even if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I can't get around you!"

Rhodes is the treasurer of Blackstone, and Pollit is able to do bed exercise so leisurely without worrying about confiscating enough mining taxes to be handed over to Marquis Raymond and satisfying his extravagant and debauched life as mayor, thanks to Rhodes's dealings with slave traders and mine owners.

"My lord, of course I came to you in a hurry. ”

Rhodes wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, he came in too haste, his back was completely soaked, and his voice could be heard anxious: "That mysterious killer has shot again!"

"Again?" Pollitt came to his senses, his eyes widening.

Rhodes nodded hurriedly: "Just now, Virginia of the French Chamber of Commerce was assassinated in an alley. ”

"Virginia, that's a good guy. "Pollitt is not without sorrow.

"Of course, Virginia is undoubtedly a good person to be trusted. Rhodes glanced at the bed in his room, and thought to himself, my lord, that some of your favorite beautiful slave girls were delivered to your door by Virginia, and that it was not surprising to you that he was a saint.

"But that's not the point of the problem now!" he hurriedly twisted back the topic, "Several big chambers of commerce in the city are quite dissatisfied with this, and if this continues, we may not even receive a penny this month." ”

"Damn. Pollit stomped his foot, "How many are these?"

"The third, my lord. "The first to be assassinated was DeFoe of the Eugene Chamber of Commerce two weeks ago, Cromwell of the Toura Chamber of Commerce was killed last week, and Virginia this week. ”

"Three good businessmen have been killed in two weeks!" Pollit scolded, "and we still don't even know what the murderer looks like, hell, are my patrol guards a bunch of scum?"

What should you describe as the waste scum in your mouth is patrolling the city day and night, compared to you who spend all day "spanking" and "setting off fireworks"?

Rhodes slandered in his heart, although such a non-caring mayor can grab more power, but he also has to spend more energy to deal with daily affairs, and from time to time he has to go to great lengths to explain the seriousness of this stupid pig, which is really a headache.

"My lord, I don't think your guards are lazy, and there are patrols outside almost every day. ”

"But they have been patrolling for two weeks, and they haven't found even a clue!"

"Your Excellency, you must know that this murderer is quite cunning, and every time he commits a crime, he happens to miss the patrol range of the guards, and your guards are quite good at confrontation head-on, but against enemies hidden in the dark, this is really not their specialty. ”

Rhodes showed a serious expression: "We can't drag on this matter any longer, and the top priority is to invite someone more suitable to deal with this matter." ”

"More suitable person, you mean the witcher?"

Witchers are known to have a unique vision for spotting clues and tracking them, so when Rhodes said that people would be better suited to deal with such incidents, Pollit first thought of this unseen group.

Rhodes shook his head, "The witchers never stop, we can't know when they'll be able to make it to Blackstone, and we don't have time to wait. ”

"Then you say, what to do. Pollitt clutched his forehead and felt a headache, "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what the hell should I do." ”

Rhodes coughed lightly: "My lord, you haven't been out of the room much during this time, and you may not know that there is a very interesting shop in the town. ”

"Shop, what does that have to do with what we're talking about?" Pollitt looked at him puzzled.

"That's right. ”

Rhodes leaned over and recounted in detail the contents of the Wizard's House and the experiences of many of the customers who had visited the store.

"The one that solves all your troubles, the wizard's—the shop?"

That's why I'm here to ask for your opinion. Rhodes hesitated, "You also know that witches have always been evil, and trading with them is undoubtedly risky, if you don't think it's right, maybe I can try something else." ”

"Risk, I just know that I'm now at risk of being removed from the mayor by Lord Marquis. Pollit took a deep breath, his eyes lit up with fright, "Besides, it doesn't sound like this wizard's shop is too scary, it costs almost nothing, so why don't we give it a try." ”

"What do you mean?"

Pollit rubbed his fat belly: "You, or whoever contacts that store, tells the owner there, and says that the mayor of Blackstone has invited him to discuss." ”

......

"You look happy?"

Devany looked at Hodge in bewilderment, and had a smile on his face since he returned, something she had never seen before.

"Happy?" Hodge turned to look at her, his smile undiminished, "Of course I'm happy." He slapped a small note in his hand, "How can I be unhappy that the bait has been left for so long, and the movement on the hook has finally come." ”

Devany looked at the little note quizzically and asked, "What is this?"

"A request I've been waiting for a long time. Hodge handed the note to Daphne and showed her all the contents of the note.

"Pollitt, who is that?"

Hodge snorted and shook his head: "You really should go out and walk more, you have been in Blackstone Town for so long, don't you actually know it, our dear Mayor of Blackstone Town, this guy named Pollit." ”

"At the same time. Hodge paused and laughed mysteriously, "It's the big fish I want to hang the most." ”