First Wizarding World War

A well-preserved antique rapier of the Sherlock Dynasty will never be priced lower than 180 gold ecu, and even a few fine products can be sold for more than 300 ecu.

Because of this, there are many imitation antique rapiers of the Sherlock Dynasty on the market, and the magic rapier that Charlotte bought is 100% a replica.

He was willing to buy this imitation antique rapier for only one reason, that is, this rapier is equipped with a real scabbard from the Sherlock Dynasty.

The scabbards of the Sherlock Dynasty are even rarer than the intact magic rapiers. Because they are too rare and not a real treasure, no one speculates on them.

Few people know that some of the scabbards of the Sherlock Dynasty are made of the same steel as the magic rapiers. Only the original scabbards can cover the magic fluctuations of the magic rapiers so that they will not be detected by the enemy in advance. It is just that they are not enchanted and are not magic items.

Collectors in the Fars Empire want their collections to be known to everyone, so they will replace the scabbards with new ones to improve the quality. The original scabbards that are too old and seriously damaged will often be disposed of and end up in second-hand weapon shops.

On Earth, if you go to any antique park, you will find scammers who are good at "antique arts". It is almost impossible to find a real antique.

But in the Fars Empire, in the Middle Ages, there are no real antique dealers, only second-hand junk shops, where such unnoticed antiques often flow out.

Charlotte is going to find a reliable blacksmith to melt the scabbard and temper it into a new rapier. If a little meteorite iron can be added, the quality will be better than the military rapier, but the whole process will be very troublesome.

Charlotte wandered around the weapons market for a while and bought a second-hand Magnum hand shuttle and 20 bullets for 89 centimes. The boss also gave her a rib holster that can be hidden in a coat.

The black market price of a brand new Magnum handshake is only two or three fors at most, and the price of a second-hand Magnum handshake that is 90% new is half of that.

The one Charlotte bought was super cheap, so it was naturally more worn out. It was only 80% new, but there were no damaged parts. He also test-fired one round, and the accuracy was also perfect.

Charlotte didn't think he would use it often, and didn't care whether it was new or old, as long as it was enough.

After getting two weapons, Charlotte equipped the blood-sucking hand axe with a leather sheath that was convenient to carry, left the weapon market, and walked back to the savings association apartment.

As soon as she arrived downstairs of the apartment, Charlotte felt a little uneasy. There were actually four or five patrol carriages parked downstairs of the savings association apartment, and more than ten military horses were tied. Several patrol soldiers were chatting beside the carriages. Obviously, something had happened.

He went up and greeted her in a friendly manner, saying, "I am Charlotte Mecklen, a first-class clerk in the Central Government Office. I am a tenant living here. I want to know what happened here?"

Charlotte was too young, and she could easily be mistaken for a liar if she claimed to be a clerk. Secondly, Kilmainham Prison was definitely not as good as the Central Government Office, so he reported an outdated identity.

Several patrol soldiers looked at each other, laughed together, and said, "There was a burglary, and someone was killed. We will be able to deal with it soon, Mr. Mecklen."

Charlotte was still a little uneasy and asked, "Can I go home?"

Several patrol soldiers replied, "Of course there is no problem. The scene has been explored."

Charlotte entered the apartment and went up to the second floor, but saw that the corridor was full of patrol soldiers, and his bad feeling became stronger.

When Sherlock saw his room, the door was wide open, and several patrol soldiers were standing at the door talking, he was even more certain that he was the unlucky guy.

He walked forward and asked, "This is my room. What happened?"

A young and handsome patrolman subconsciously drew out his long sword, his face alert. An older colleague held his hand and said, "Doberman! This man came back from outside. He is clean and has no blood. He should be the tenant described by the concierge, Mr. Charlotte."

The patrolman who drew out his long sword performed a sword flower, sheathed the sword, and said in a sympathetic tone, "Sir, I'm afraid you will have to go with us."

"There was a burglary homicide in your home. Someone killed a lady in your home."

Charlotte couldn't help but have a slight headache and asked, "Mr. Doberman, I Can I know the details of the case? "

The young patrolman replied: "A gentleman and a lady came to visit you in the afternoon, and broke into the apartment despite the doorman's obstruction. The gentleman broke the door of your room with violence and fought with the lady in your room. "

"The gentleman killed the lady who was traveling with him in your room and jumped out of the window to escape. "

"It's a pity that your life has to revolve around this incident."

Charlotte could roughly judge from her memory and the messy women's clothes in the room that "her" original private life might not be so "pure", but he did not expect that the troublemaker would come to the door so soon, and in such a serious form.

He rubbed his eyebrows and asked: "Can I go back to the room to check my things?"

The young patrolman nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Charlotte stepped into her room. The first thing she saw was the clothes thrown all over the floor, which were even more messy. There were bloodstains on several clothes. Obviously, a fierce fight had taken place in the room.

Charlotte took a look at the multi-headed flail and blood-sucking hand axe thrown in the corner, as well as the diary on the desk, and breathed a sigh of relief. She decided to carry the blood-sucking hand axe with her from now on.

He turned around and left the room, and said to the apartment manager who had been standing by and accompanying the patrol soldiers: "Sorry, I need a new room."

The manager pondered for a moment, and said helplessly: "There are only a few suites in the apartment, and the price is relatively expensive. If it is an accidental case, we will take responsibility, but this time, I am afraid that Mr. Charlotte also has some responsibility..."

Charlotte smiled slightly and said: "I will be responsible for making up the rent of this apartment for one year. I am going out with a few patrol soldiers now. When I come back, take me to see the new room."

"And please find someone to help me watch the things in the room and don't let them get lost."

The manager got Charlotte's promise and felt much more relaxed. He said: "I will let Mary wait here for you to come back. You know, Mary has always been very reliable."

Charlotte nodded and said to the two patrol soldiers: "I can cooperate with the investigation at any time."

Several patrol soldiers had already determined the case. With Charlotte, the client, back, their mission was completed.

In this era, the Fars Empire used patrol troops to perform the work of the police on Earth. There were not so many rules and detailed case handling procedures.