The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Friends, I am Owl, the initiator of this party."

"According to the usual practice, and in order to facilitate the integration of every new member, I will remind everyone to abide by the trading rules here before the communication begins."

"On-site bidding, free buying and selling, this party is not responsible for any items traded by you, and the authenticity of information and items is entirely up to your own judgment."

"If anyone wants to plunder at the party, please feel free to try it." The spearhead eagle said succinctly, and he didn't seem to care if someone made trouble at the party.

"What kind of extraordinary person is this guy from the contract path?" Sigmund thought secretly.

The way of contract in this world is like this. If there is no special means, and the other party does not take the initiative to express, it is difficult to judge a person's extraordinary occupation and class through appearance.

Although most Hunter Contractors are tall and strong, in reality, there are many exceptions.

Such as Sigmund, such as Marek.

After the announcement was made, Owl turned and retreated from the stage, and there was a messy applause from the audience. It seemed that everyone had a good impression of him.

Before the owl could step down, the woman in the parrot mask jumped on it.

"Are there any eggs of the carat bug?"

"Haha, red parrot, how long has it been since you haven't found it yet?" someone shouted from the audience.

It seems that this woman is already an old face, and everyone knows her needs very well.

"Even if it is to provide information." The woman asked unwillingly.

After a moment of hesitation, the woman seemed to have made up her mind, "As long as the information is reliable, even if it turns out to be false, I am willing...willing to sleep with the person who provided the information!"

"Really?!" Hearing what the woman said, there was a mess below.

"Wait, we have to ask clearly, do we simply close our eyes and sleep, or you and me, me and you?"

"Hell, what do you think?!" the red parrot growled.

"Don't tell me, I want you to tell me."

"I want you to tell me what the so-called sleeping is all about?"

"How?"

Ha ha!

The following suddenly burst into laughter.

Sigmund didn't expect the situation at the scene to be like this. At the beginning, the extraordinary party he imagined was a group of men in black robes wearing eerie masks, gathering together furtively.

Communicate with each other in a voice-changed voice line, accompanied by threats, verbal abuse, and possible assault after leaving.

But the situation on the field at this time made him inexplicably feel a little happy.

At this time, he also understood why Gildor would turn a blind eye to similar extraordinary gatherings.

"It seems that not all superhumans are lunatics, and the vast majority of them maintain a beautiful vision of life and curiosity about the mysterious world."

Realizing this, Sigmund's mood became much happier.

In fact, the recent experience has made Sigmund realize that most of the supernatural beings in this world are very restrained.

After all, the best way to fight against loss of control is to have a happy mood and a good vision for the future.

"The contract signed by this red parrot is called a witch. It is a very strange transcendent path. So far, no one knows the name of the fourth-level or higher." Others' comments came from the side.

Sigmund turned his head to look, it was a fat man wearing a gray wolf mask.

"The first level of the witch contract is called the third party, and the second level is the perfect lover. Hearing this name, you should be able to guess which aspects her extraordinary power focuses on."

"Tsk tsk, I really want to try it."

Amid the uproar, the red parrot stepped off the stage, and then several people came on stage.

One was looking for an animal called a squirrel, and the other sold an eerie sheet music.

The latter can share the mental pressure on the player to the surrounding listeners during the performance. In this way, everyone's spiritual power can be improved at the same time in a relatively safe way.

This kind of thing immediately attracted a lot of people's contention, and the last person wearing a lynx mask took the score.

Then came the man wearing the white bear mask. Unsurprisingly, what he needed was the spinal fluid of the plant goat.

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the venue shook their heads and asked several times in a row, but seeing no one responded, Bai Xiong was disappointed and planned to step down.

But at this moment, the owl standing under the stage suddenly said: "I have the spinal fluid of the plant goat!"

"What?!" Ice Bear shouted in shock, and Sigmund immediately cheered up.

"Owl, are you kidding me?"

"Of course not. In addition to the spinal fluid of the plant goat, I also have the eyeballs of a petrified bird and the tailbone of a shadow lynx."

The owl jumped straight onto the stage.

"Would you like to check?"

"Okay!" Ice Bear nodded.

The owl took out a palm-sized box in public, opened it and showed the three items contained in it to everyone.

A stone-like eyeball, a glass bottle as thick as a thumb, and a white tailbone about ten centimeters long.

After a while, White Bear nodded excitedly.

"it is true!"

He let out a long breath and returned the things to the owl.

"How much do you want?"

"I don't want money." The owl shook his head. "I hope that it can be exchanged for extraordinary items. Of course, if the price of these items cannot be compared with extraordinary items, I am willing to make compensation."

"The owl is at a disadvantage." Someone from the audience whispered.

"The strengthening material for promotion to the second level is normally around 200 gold pounds, but the spinal fluid of the plant goat is indeed special, and it is normal to sell it for more than 600 gold pounds."

"This price is already higher than most ordinary Transcendent items."

"After all, the value of extraordinary items depends on the specific extraordinary characteristics, and there is no way to subdivide them clearly."

At this time, the white bear on the stage also understood this truth.

"I'm willing to pay, how much are you willing to sell to me?" He was ready to bleed.

"It's not a matter of money. I really want to sell it for eight hundred gold pounds or more. Are you willing to buy it?" the owl replied.

"After all, the effects that many strengthening materials can achieve can also be obtained at high levels. There is really no need to spend this money in advance."

"I know, but..."

"This gentleman!" At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the audience.

"Mr. Owl!" Sigmund shouted.

"I have a Transcendent item, but it's a bit special, maybe it doesn't perfectly meet your requirements, would you like to take a look?"

"Extraordinary item?!"

Everyone turned around, all eyes focused on Sigmund.

"What a strange face, I have never seen this mask before, who is he?"

"It's him?!"

At this time, the red parrot and white bear who were on the same boat with Sigmund were very surprised. They didn't expect that this guy who seemed cautious and attended the party for the first time actually held a supernatural item in his hand.

"show me."

The owl's voice was full of excitement.

Sigmund took out the box he prepared in advance, opened it and took out the shadow pendant inside.

"This thing..." There was hesitation in the owl's voice, but he made up his mind after only a few breaths.

"Can!"

"what?"

"What is that pendant?" Everyone stretched their necks and discussed, and more people began to discuss Sigmund's identity and strength.

"Wait." Sigmund suddenly said at this moment.

"I have one more request." He looked at the owl.