The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

night.

"Is that so, the location is wrong?"

"If you don't succeed once, it will be very troublesome."

The doors and windows in the dark room were closed, only a little moonlight shone down.

Rebecca was invited by Mrs. Gallard to attend the reception, and she would not come back until midnight or even early morning, so only Sigmund and Ashley were left in the apartment.

They found a vacant house, and then began to arrange the ceremony for the promotion.

In fact, the promotion process is very simple, similar to that of Sigmund at the beginning, using the spiritual power of the fusion spirit to outline the contract runes.

After it is formed, it is regarded as signing an extraordinary contract and officially becoming a first-order extraordinary.

In this process, the only variable is the prying and raving from the void, so their preparations at this time are all to fight against all this.

Ceiling walls, feet.

The entire interior of the room is outlined with intricate silver patterns, which are used as a defensive ritual when promoted.

The mercury-colored liquid is a mixture of silver powder, nematode essence, moonstone, and silent slough. Configure according to the ratio of 1:4:2:3.

Of course, the specific production methods and patterns all come from the Book of Fall that Sigmund obtained.

The information in the book is very detailed, almost a nanny-level guidance, with this thing, there is no need to worry about the fourth level.

"alright."

Sigmund stood up, put down the brush in his hand, and turned to look at Ashley who was sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

"There is one last step left."

"It should be almost there, maybe there is no need..." Ashley hesitated.

"We can't relax, even if it's just to increase the chance of success, it's worth doing."

Sigmund insisted again and again.

"Okay... okay!"

Ashley's voice was so tight that she couldn't even hear herself clearly.

"Turn around and close your eyes."

Sigmund didn't speak, but did as he was told.

His own ascension ceremony was just a short while ago, and the shielding ceremony in the room aside, Gildor said only one word before being strapped to a chair.

"Undress."

At that time, Sigmont only had a pair of underpants left.

So what about Ashley now?

There was a whispering voice, even if his back was turned, Fa's sensory ability could still faithfully restore everything that happened behind him.

She took off her coat, um, it's the rubbing sound of the shirt, what's inside?

Um? What heavy thing fell?

"Cover your nose..." Ashley's trembling voice suddenly came from behind.

"What?" Sigmund asked suspiciously.

"Don't smell it." The female assassin's voice was like a mosquito.

Uh... ok.

Sigmund innocently stated that he had never had similar thoughts, but when the female assassin said this, he immediately felt his nose itchy.

Don't tell me I didn't even think about it, what should I do now, cover your nose and breathe with your mouth?

Clothes fall.

Sigmund knew that Ashley behind him had removed all her clothes.

"Hurry up." Sigmund urged.

At this time, although the female assassin barely maintained her composure, her eyes were full of panic. She knew that as long as Sigmund turned around a little, she could see her naked appearance clearly.

The moonlight only illuminated a small area by the window, and the room was intertwined with light and dark. Such an environment made Ashley's exquisite figure appear more and more mysterious and attractive.

Taking a deep breath, the female assassin picked up the brush, the slightly cool liquid stuck to the skin, and the silver pattern was outlined little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, she put down the brush, and the front of her body was covered with silver runes.

"it is finally over."

Facing a man naked, even if the man has his back to her, the feeling is still indescribable.

The doors and windows in the room were closed, and the air circulation was almost stagnant. The breath of each other was the only flowing breath. Although separated by a little distance, Ashley seemed to feel that Sigmund's breathing was right next to her ears.

"Keep your voice down." She complained a little irritably.

"Please, if you pant with your mouth, you will be as loud as me, my mouth is dry." Sigmund replied angrily.

"I'll just get dressed."

"Wait." Sigmund suddenly raised his hand to stop Ashley.

"Let it dry for a while, or it will scratch."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but Ashley didn't answer. But her actions said it all.

After a while, Ashley put on her clothes, calmed down and said to Sigmund, "Turn around."

Sigmund turned around, and the female assassin was standing in the middle of the room, her clothes were messy, and she was wearing a white lady's shirt on her upper body.

Although the room was dark. But for Sigmund, this kind of light is no different from daytime.

"Only the back is left, and..."

"Turn around."

"Okay, okay." Ashley let out a long breath, and Sigmund looked calm, with a businesslike look.

Years of exercise have made Ashley's body muscular and curvy. She is quite tall and her body proportions are just right.

Sigmund knew this as early as the beginning of Ashley's time travel, but he had to admit that the visual impact of seeing it with his own eyes was still very strong.

Especially when Sigmund approached, the unique breath of Ashley's body poured into his nasal cavity, which made him subconsciously take a deep breath.

"You... what are you doing?" The female assassin's voice was full of panic, she understood Sigmund's special ability.

The sound of Sigmund's nose twitching made Ashley feel a tingle on her exposed skin, as if someone was slowly sniffing every inch of her skin along her spine.

At this time, Sigmund was already standing behind Ashley, and the smooth back of the female assassin was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

Eyes move down...

(I have omitted the description of 1243's back and hips for readers, the author's character is guaranteed, no praise is needed)

"Fix the chair, I'm coming."

Sigmund exhorted, and then quickly sketched.

He moved very quickly, and when all the work was done, Ashley was still in a state of blank mind.

Turning around, with his back to the female assassin, "Get dressed and we can start."

"It's finally over." Her heart was pounding, and Ashley's heart was complicated, but she quickly regained her composure.

Sitting back on the chair with bare feet, Sigmund took out the rope and tied Ashley up.

"As I said, the rope is useful."

White candles were lit in the four corners of the room, and after all this was done, Sigmund came to Ashley. The two sides looked at each other and he opened the contract book without hesitation.

On the black pages are messy and wriggling thin lines, "Mobilize your spirit, accommodate spiritual power, and outline the contract runes."

"Remember, they are whole!"

Unlike the hunter's contract, the runes of the fallen contract are movable, and it will be a lot of trouble when signing the contract.

"Don't worry, it's easy for me."

Ashley's expression was unusually calm. After all, many years ago, her body had already been branded as an assassin.

The spirit expands, and the book of the contract is connected. At the same time, the ceremony in the room is lit, and the spiritual power is integrated into it.

Soon, Sigmund sensed a peep from the void.

But Ashley was unmoved, and completed the outline of the contract rune in a nearly perfect process.

hum!

The spiritual power released at the next moment was recovered instantly, and Sigmund saw the standard degenerate contract disappear in a flash.

Her body trembled, and Ashley was suffering from the pain of the contract brand.

After a long time, the female assassin slowly opened her eyes. There is clarity in both eyes.

"you made it."

"Sinners."

At the same time, in Sigmund's consciousness, the information about Ashley also jumped rapidly, and the extraordinary abilities were arranged one by one.