When Sigmun returned to the apartment, it was already bright, and carriages were coming in and out on Elm Street, and everyone living here began to have a new busy schedule.

"So the puppet I bought is alive?" Rebecca obviously couldn't believe what Sigmun said.

But thinking of the loud noise she heard last night and everything she saw in the room, she had to accept the facts she heard with her own ears.

In comparison, Lawrence seemed much calmer and seemed to have experienced similar things.

"I originally made an appointment to meet Mrs. Galar today, but now the gift I prepared was crazy. Now I can only attend this important meeting empty-handed!" Rebecca looked depressed.

"Think about it a little bit, at least you don't have another hole in your body."

Sigmun comforted casually, and with the strength shown by the doll last night, the weapon in his hand could easily penetrate Rebecca's body.

But wait.

Why should I say...one more?

Uh... I've lost my words.

Looking up, everyone's attention was obviously not here, and no omissions were found in Sigmun's words.

"After all, I have some responsibility for this matter. Let me give you a gift." Sigmun took out a glass bottle with a smile.

"perfume?"

“Did you buy it on the Cross?”

Rebecca looked indifferent, but she understood that this was just a way for Sigmun to apologize, so she took it away.

"The time has been made, so that's all." Rebecca sighed and went downstairs with a sad look on his face.

Life has to continue.

So only Sigmun and Lawrence were left in the room.

The expression on Lawrence's face was very strange. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

"Hey, Lawrence, don't worry, I'll find a way to get the house back."

"It can't be blamed for you." Lawrence looked relieved, but just as he was about to go up to give Sigmun a hug between men, he heard Sigmun continue.

"You always need a house when you get married to Rhela, so that you can look decent!"

"What nonsense? When did I say I want to..."

"Then I'll do it?"

"You dare!!" Lawrence roared.

"Aren't you just seventeen years old?"

"No, you don't understand." Lawrence shook his head.

"I can't give her the happiness she deserves."

"It's enough to have you and Theresa. You can't be too greedy."

"In ten years, I will gradually grow old, and she is at the best age of a woman. By then, even if the relationship is still there, I will hate myself at that time."

"Then in the next decade, I will become a burden to him."

"If you really love someone, don't bind her in the name of love."

Speaking of this, Lawrence wanted to speak but stopped, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up a certain determination, but Sigmun was thinking about other issues and obviously did not notice Lawrence's changes.

"There is no longer a job in the perfume workshop, so I have to go out and find something else to do."

Lawrence picked up his coat and put on a hat, but was stopped by Sigmun when he was about to go out.

"I know where you went yesterday."

Sigmun took out a stack of banknotes, "This is obtained from Ram. Although not much, it can make the family a little better."

40 gold pounds, which is almost as much as Tony's salary for a whole year, Sigmun learned from Rebecca that Lawrence visited the Tony's family yesterday.

Although it was an accident, Lawrence always believed that Tony's death was inseparable from him. In fact, his guilt was even more than Rilla.

Workers in this era have almost no security system, and they die if they die. Employers with conscience may leave some money, but most of them are left alone.

It is said that Ruila once secretly sent someone to send some money.

"You've really grown up."

Lawrence looked relieved. If it were Sigmun, he would never have taken out the money if he had used to be Sigmun.

"I said, the money comes from Ram."

Sigmun didn't think he was doing good things, and he couldn't take out all his savings for Tony's family.

The matter should end with Ram from the beginning. He is short of money, but taking out this part that does not belong to him can make Lawrence feel at ease. Why not do it?

As for how Lawrence explained, that was his business. In addition, Sigmun also took out 5 gold pounds from the remaining 100 gold pounds and handed them over to Lawrence together.

It’s not that he is stingy, but that he is worried that Lawrence will give this part to others.

After a few greetings, watching Lawrence leave, Sigmon went upstairs to continue studying with the female assassin. His progress last night made him very motivated.

Considering that Sigmun was not a pure assassin, Ashley also adjusted the course, what she guided Sigmun to learn today was the application of firearms.

Basic standing posture, marching shooting, as well as quick gun drawing and nearly intuitive blind shooting in the face of emergencies.

The progress bar rose slowly. When Ashley was in a bad spirit, Sigmun finished his studies and returned to his room, opened the black box, and let all his breath wrap around him.

In this process, the spirit and spiritual power began to merge deeper.

On the other side, Ashley, who looked nervous, took a carriage to the center of Liam, the most prosperous church area.

The church district is the administrative center of Liam City and the most economically developed area. There are no factories that use thick smoke and cannot see unclothed homeless people.

The neat streets, rows of single-family gardens, and you can occasionally see patrolling policemen on the roadside.

The carriage slowly stopped, looking at the door number on the side of the road, Rebecca took a deep breath. This meeting was too important, and the original plan was destroyed. She was so nervous.

Putting her hands in her pockets, Rebecca took a careful consideration and chose a professional outfit. She calmed down and noticed a hard object in her hand.

That bottle of perfume given by Sigmun.

As a professional lawyer, he struggles in an industry full of men. The normal work progress is very difficult, so Rebecca does not have the habit of wiping perfume on weekdays.

It is not because I don’t like it, but to deliberately eliminate the female characteristics in my own way and enhance my confidence in the client’s heart.

But at this time, Rebecca was so nervous that she opened the bottle of transparent perfume.

In an instant, the light fragrance filled the entire carriage. After a slight moment, Rebecca actually found that her anxiety seemed to have been greatly relieved.

“At least Sigmun’s perfume selection tastes very good.”

As the concentration of perfume increased in the air, Rebecca gradually relaxed, so before getting off the car, she took out a little perfume and wiped it on her neck and collar.

Surrounded by the scent of fragrance, Rebecca smiled and rang the copper bell at the door.

At the same time, on the sofa in the living room, an old lady with silver silk head was looking at the fat businessman sitting opposite him with a calm look on her face.

Antoine Perio.
Chapter completed!