The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What is this... gold finger? Or is it a sign-in bonus for novices?"

Sigmund rubbed his numb cheeks from the cold, and complained while looking at the ghostly carriage in front of him.

The two phantom horses pulling the cart were all black, with strong limbs and pale flames burning on their hooves.

The material on the surface of the carriage is neither gold nor wood, and there is a faint black smoke connected with the surrounding void. The reliefs and patterns on the surface are no longer visible under the wear and tear of the years, but the sense of vicissitudes of history rushes forward.

Sigmund is a time traveler.

To be exact, it was his original body, an ordinary Chinese from the blue planet, who closed his eyes forever during a night of passionate youth.

When he woke up again, he occupied the body of a young man named Sigmund Skinner.

But at the beginning of the journey, Sigmund found himself in a huge trouble.

Surrounded by wind and snow, in addition to the predicament given by nature, what made Sigmund even more collapsed was that he was forever trapped in the time loop of the same day.

Repeatedly, every day we face the same wooden house and raging snow.

In the next twenty-seven days, he experienced hunger, cold, wild beast attacks, and finally discovered a more desperate reality after seven deaths.

The entire space seems to be in nothingness, and the surrounding borders are bottomless darkness.

Until the twenty-eighth day, the monotonous cycle finally turned around.

At the moment of the cycle, in the endless darkness, there was a sound of horseshoes, and then a ghostly chariot burning with flames appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's a girl, it's a girl..."

"Beautiful skin, white and long legs..."

"If a new guest will come out of the carriage in the next second, then please bless me..."

In the midst of Sigmund's wild thoughts, the car door was slammed open, followed by a burst of flames, and the ancient parchment scroll slowly unfolded. At the same time, countless information flooded into his mind.

In the next second, Sigmund subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and the parchment was integrated into his arm.

Slap.

He climbed into the carriage by stepping on the steps.

"The target is locked, the contract is concluded, respected sir, you have become the new owner of the nightmare carriage."

The space in the car is much larger than Sigmund imagined.

The soft couch, coffee table and wine cabinet are all available, and now he doesn't look like he is in a carriage, but like a well-decorated living room.

There is a hand-stitched wool carpet under the feet, and the surrounding walls are also covered with log-colored wood panels. The chandelier above the head is gorgeous, and the sofa under the body is soft...

At this moment, a faint voice sounded from beside his ears.

"Dear master, the carriage is about to start, and the journey is boring. In order to pass the time, we have specially prepared the following services for you."

1. Food from all over the world, beer, beverages and mineral water.

2. All-inclusive books can cultivate sentiment and pass time.

3. Rare toys for you to watch.

4. This entry is not suitable for public display.

"It's quite humane, even knowing how to make a basic classification."

Sigmund smiled, the first three categories are easy to understand, but what the hell is the fourth?

I'd like to see how inconvenient this inconvenience is for public display.

Thinking of Sigmund, he chose the fourth classification with his mind.

"Sorry, respected master, the Nightmare Carriage is temporarily unable to provide you with this service, your request has been recorded, and we will search for suitable women for you as soon as possible..."

"Uh... girl..."

Sigmund's pupils dilated sharply, "What, why is there such a classification on this car?!"

"No, no, this is just a carriage. It's normal to have a chat to relieve loneliness and exchange life."

"Besides, there are many kinds of services."

Next time, next time, I must experience it myself to see if it is the serious one or the non-decent one.

If it is the latter, Sigmund feels that it is necessary for him to criticize severely!

Sighing, he clicked on the first category.

Trapped in a time loop for 27 days, Sigmund has no food source of any kind, drinking melted snow when thirsty.

Hungry to a certain extent, apart from resetting his body state by death, the only food he can choose is the corpse he left outside.

The longest time, he survived for ten days, and finally ended in suicide.

So now, both mentally and physically, I long for a hearty meal.

Nilfgaard's military barbecue: the favorite of Nilfgaard soldiers, with a large amount and full of toughness.

Yanan's Bloody Cocktail: The bloody cocktail is unique in Yanan, a country with simple folk customs. It is said that this special liquid is mixed with real blood. This particular drink is more glamorous than alcoholic.

Dante's cheese pizza, the special baked eggs of the Northern Undead Hospital...

Looking at it, Sigmund suddenly realized a problem.

"Why are the names of these things so similar to many games I played in my previous life?" Thinking in his heart, he quickly opened the remaining two categories.

really.

Books, rare treasures, some of which he has heard of, and more things he has never heard of.

"Can you provide me with everything here for free?" Sigmund thought in his heart, and soon the carriage gave an affirmative response.

"What are you waiting for?!"

"One piece of barbecue pizza each, and ten barrels of Livia beer first!"

Sigmund stretched and half-lyed on the sofa, but in the next second, he suffered a ruthless mental blow.

"I'm sorry, dear master, due to insufficient inventory, we are temporarily unable to provide you with the above services. Your request has now been recorded..."

"What do you have?"

The mood was ups and downs, and after a long while, Sigmund could only hold back one sentence.

In the next second, the four classification options disappeared, leaving only a book and an apple in front of Sigmund.

Fortified fruit: After eating, it can comprehensively improve various physical qualities, including but not limited to strength, agility, endurance...

The Book of Enlightenment: After reading it, you will gain spiritual power and enter an extraordinary state of enlightenment, and your physical fitness will improve in a short period of time. Please pay attention to timely supplement nutrition and balance your mental state. "

"After the enlightenment is completed, special abilities will be awakened."

In a literal sense, Sigmund quickly understood the effect of strengthening the fruit, but he became curious about the Book of Enlightenment.

"Spiritual power, transcendence, special abilities..."

"It seems that this world is not just machinery and factories."

The world in which Sigmund Skinde lives is relatively close to the nineteenth century of the previous life in terms of historical progress. The steam is roaring and there are many factories, but the details are very different from the previous life.

Curious, Sigmund opened the book of enlightenment, opened his mouth and bit off the apple.

The brain roared, and at the same time, the picture in front of him shattered, the exquisite carpets and gorgeous decorations disappeared, replaced by the tightly closed compartment and the damp mixed with the smell of sweat.

Sigmund's side was full of men and women with blank faces and wearing sackcloth.

There was a strange noise outside the car, and they were clearly in a moving carriage.

After the turbulence, a big furry face with a rosaceous nose opened the curtain and squeezed in.

"Baihaiou Villa is here, everyone get out of the car!"

The man swept across everyone's faces with a critical gaze, and finally stopped on Sigmund.

He grinned, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth.

"Lucky boy, get out of the car and follow me."

Sigmund blinked, his heart shrank suddenly, and then he heard the man continue: "It looks good, Master Nick should like you!"