The small town of Will is located at the eastern foot of the Whispering Mountains, which is so remote and scarce that few capitalists would want to build factories in such a place.

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Although Weiltown is a remote town, the wealthy Ponte Railroad Company still built the railroad here.

"Let the Ponte family's train run every inch of the Union" was the slogan of John Ponte, the founder of the Ponte Railroad Company, and the company has done exactly that for decades.

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As a large cloud of white steam billowed from the front of the locomotive, the train slowly stopped in front of the platform in the small town of Will.

In a poor place like Weil's Town, there are not many people who can afford to sit on the train, so when the train arrives, there is not a single waiting person on the platform, so the three young men and women who get off the train are very eye-catching.

"Is this the Whisper Mountains?" spoke a girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old and had curly burgundy hair.

She wears a shirt on her upper body, a pair of skinny jeans on her lower body, and the belt around her waist highlights her slender figure.

"That's right, according to the map, this is the eastern part of the Whispering Mountains, and in front of it is the town of Will. ”

The reply was a young man in a black trench coat, although this young man was strong, but the freckles on his face revealed the fact that he was not very old.

The last girl of the three did not speak, but looked around curiously with a pair of blue eyes, as if everything around her could arouse her interest, and it seemed that she was going out for the first time.

The police station in Weiltown is very shabby, and in fact, if it weren't for the federal government's requirement that every town have a police station, there would be no need for a police officer in a small place like Weiltown.

The town of Will is really small, and although the area of this town is no different from a normal town on the map, only a tenth of the town is inhabited, and the rest of the town is in a state of desolation.

In fact, the federal government has tried to turn "Weill Town" into "Weir Village" on more than one occasion, but in the end it has failed.

Fernande Flears, the mayor of Weill Township, and also the Sheriff of Weill Township, is an almost child's play style that may not exist in other towns, but in small towns, this has been the case for ten years.

Today, three uninvited guests suddenly came to the police station.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help?"

Looking at the three young men and women in front of him, White greeted him and secretly examined, after all, Will Town is not a famous place, and there may not be a few people here all year round.

"Hello, we are looking for Mr. Fernand, is he here?" said the young man in a black trench coat with a tight collar and politeness.

"Are you looking for Fernand?" White looked at the slightly immature boy, and suddenly, his eyes focused on a metal decoration inside the boy's collar, his pupils shrank, and he nodded slowly, "You and I ......"

In the office, Fernand looked at the parchment on the desk, looked at the energetic men and women in front of him with a surprised expression, and asked with some confusion, "You are the investigators sent by the headquarters?"

"That's right, Mr. Fernand. The young man seemed a little nervous, and said slightly loudly, "Introduce yourself, I'm Martin, a one-star witcher. ”

"I'm Mariana, and I'm a one-star witcher!" said the girl dressed as a cowboy.

"And what about her?"

Fernande looked at the girl who had not spoken, and the girl had been staring at him with blue eyes from the moment she entered the door, which made Fernande feel a little uncomfortable.

"She's Meinie, my assistant!"

As soon as Fernand's words were finished, the girl named Mariana replied without waiting for her companion to speak.

"Are you really officially certified witchers by the guild?" Fernande was still a little unconvinced.

"Of course!" the young man named Martin heard Fernand's question, and quickly pulled out a gun from his trench coat.

This is a flintlock pistol, compared to today's breech guns, this gun can be described as an antique, the entire body is made of unknown metal, and it is completely integrated, and it is engraved with intricate patterns.

When Fernande saw this gun, he immediately dispelled the doubts in his heart, this "blasphemer" is not available to everyone, it seems that this young man is indeed a certified witcher.

"Hasn't I been back for more than ten years, and the union's certification standards have been lowered?" Thinking of this, Fernande could only use this reason to explain the two excessively young witchers in front of him.

Seeing that Fernand believed his identity, Martin put the "blasphemer" back in his arms, and then he and Mariana looked at each other without a trace and smiled, with a faint excitement on their faces.

"So, Mr. Fernand, please tell us all the information we have found so far, we need to ......" Now that there is no question of identity, Martin began to ask Fernand for some detailed information.

At dusk, after getting the information provided by Fernande, Martin and the three seemed to be a little impatient to enter the Whisper Mountain Range to investigate, so after a simple packing up, Fernande and White watched the three enter the mountain range.

"Hey, man, why do I always think that blasphemer is familiar?" After sending the three Martins into the Whispering Mountains, Fernande returned to the police office, thought carefully for a while, and suddenly said to his partner next to him.

"Of course, that's the blasphemer, the first weapon we were given when we joined the union!" White replied with a laugh.

"No, man, I mean, don't you think that blasphemer is a little shabby, it looks like it's been used for years. Fernand still didn't let go of his doubts.

"Oh, you're trying to say that the union is running low on funds right now, so it's being distributed to newcomers with previously obsolete weapons?" said White as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Don't do that, old man, you know what I'm trying to say!" Fernande knew that White was laughing at him for making a fuss, but caution had become his instinct.

"Are you trying to say that the kid named Martin stole a union token and a handful of blasphemers out of nowhere, went all the way to a remote town, and then ran to us two retired guys to pretend to be investigators?" White laughed, "Man, this is a fantasy!"

Knock knock! knock interrupted White's laughter.

Could it be that the young newcomers are back?" White opened the door with a puzzled expression, but when he saw the people outside the door, his face suddenly turned into a look of surprise......