The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"You... how did you do it?"

Montana asked out the doubts in her heart.

Sigmund smiled, but did not answer the question, "Now is not the time to discuss this, our crisis has not been lifted."

A large pool of blood gushed out from under Bernardo's body, but his death did not stop the puppets from advancing.

Montana straightened her face, took a deep breath, and injected the accumulated spiritual power into Gildor's forehead.

Chi Chi Chi!

The black marks on the demon hunter's body faded quickly, and at this moment Sophie and several servants around her had already pushed open the bookshelf behind the door, and rushed up with grim expressions.

"There are too many, we have to leave quickly!"

Sigmund shouted loudly. At the same time, with Montana's spiritual power erupting, a burly figure suddenly stood in front of Sigmund, facing the meat saw that Sophie chopped down.

"careful!"

Sigmund couldn't help but sound a reminder.

But in the face of Sophie's attack, the naked man did not retreat but advanced. He raised his arm to block the path of the meat saw.

The next moment, a strange change occurred in the man's body.

The skin became like a rock, the arm collided with the meat saw and there was a crisp sound, and then the man's body returned to normal, he had rushed forward and knocked Sophie's bloated body to the ground.

"Leave the rest to me!"

Like a lion entering a flock of sheep, the man nimbly dodges attacks, sometimes his body hardens strangely, his power is berserk, and there is a stone-like heaviness when he swings his hands and feet.

"Is this the second-order demon hunter?"

Sigmund looked surprised.

"The characteristics of each extraordinary contract are different. Hunter contracts are good at fighting. At a low level, the combat power of a second-level demon hunter can indeed be at the forefront of all extraordinary professions."

Montana managed to hold herself together, not to let herself fall.

Sigmund noticed that apart from his extraordinary physical fitness, the strangest thing about this second-level demon hunter was his ability to harden his body.

Although it is only for a short moment, it can completely resist the slash of the saw knife without any damage.

"Can his ability withstand bullets?"

"It depends on the power and distance of the gun."

Sigmund nodded, he had already got the answer to the question.

"What a powerful ability."

When the two were talking, Gildo had already dealt with the servant who rushed into the room. To be honest, his fighting power was amazing, and his performance just now could be called brave.

But the premise is that he must ignore the one where his lower body is thrown back and forth during the process of jumping up and down.

"Where is Bernardo, I'm going to kill him!"

Having dealt with all the enemies, Gildor roared loudly.

"He's at your feet..."

"Besides, you'd better find a pair of pants and put them on." Sigmund couldn't help reminding.

"Haha, I'm sorry." Gildo smiled, and there was a kind of pride in his eyes, I know you feel inferior when you look at my body.

Sigmund ignored the narcissistic guy, but raised the barrel of the gun and pointed it at something shaking his head.

Gildo felt his lower body getting cold, so he quickly found a pair of pants and put them on.

"Go downstairs and check."

Montana briefly explained Sigmund's identity and told the cause and effect.

"Go and see the boy," she said to Gildo.

"Be careful, I think the puppet next to him is weird." Sigmund reminded, and then expressed his doubts.

Montana is seriously injured, and Sigmund must help her with a simple treatment of the injury.

"Don't worry, I was attacked last time. Now that I'm prepared, even if there is a problem, I won't be able to escape my control."

Gildo grinned. This guy has a strong body and strong muscles. He is also a second-level transcendent, which really gives people a great sense of security.

"Help me cut the clothes off."

The demon hunter left, and Montana also asked Sigmund to help her deal with her injuries, "How do you know Bernardo is hiding there?"

The female monk asked out the doubts in her heart.

"Actually, I'm not sure where he is hiding, but my previous experience let me know that this Mr. Steward is extremely cunning."

Sigmund explained while treating the wound.

"You told me that he used to be a veteran and touched the boundaries of the extraordinary. Under the circumstances at that time, the door could not be opened in a short time..."

"In fact, his best choice is to climb into the broken window from the next room or downstairs. I think he is more familiar with this manor than anyone else."

Sigmund looked up at the nun.

"But he didn't do that, and this place..." Sigmund looked around, "There are indeed several structures that make people suspicious."

"Under the circumstances, were you still aware of your surroundings?"

Montana looked surprised.

This is of course the result of the insighter's ability, but Sigmund didn't explain too much and just smiled playfully.

"This should be common sense. Which rich and noble family doesn't have hidden secret passages and secret doors?"

He was joking, but he moved very quickly, and he helped Montana with a simple bandage and fixed her injured arm.

Although Sigmund was not a doctor in his previous life, as a modern person who likes outdoor adventures, he has somewhat mastered some first aid knowledge.

Montana opened her mouth. In fact, she still had a bigger doubt in her heart, that is why Sigmund was not affected when he was attacked by the weird music.

This reminded her of the experience in the virtual dream.

"You are not a simple servant."

Montana said thoughtfully.

Sigmund didn't want to discuss this issue with the woman in front of him. He casually laughed, changed the topic, and then picked up a photo frame that fell on the ground.

The photographic technology in this world is far from being popularized on a large scale, but for some businessmen and nobles, photos are indeed not a rare item.

"What a happy family."

Sigmund looked at the photo in his hand and said to himself.

The background of the photo is the White Seagull Manor where they are located. Judging from the faded traces of the photo, it should be a photo from a few years ago.

At that time, the manor was not as dilapidated as it is now. The garden fountains were looming, and the outer walls of the manor were often taken care of. More importantly, the four figures in the photo.

Two adults and two kids.

This should be the Lester couple, Nick and his sister who passed away unfortunately.

At that time, Nick looked innocent, far from the gloomy and extreme now. Sigmund let out a sigh of emotion, but at this moment, his arm holding the photo frame froze suddenly.

Innocent...cheerful...kid? !

Although the photo was taken a few years ago, Sigmund recognized the boy's identity at a glance.

Because the Nick in the photo is exactly the same as the current Nick!

A child who won't grow up? Or... what I saw wasn't Nick at all!

Countless details were connected in series in his mind, Sigmund's face changed slightly, and strange thoughts popped up in his heart.

The next moment he seemed to think of something, he swung his arm and slammed it hard, the sawdust splashed and the glass shattered, and he almost violently pulled out the photo in the frame.

After turning it over, a line of clear writing on the back of the photo jumped into view.

Missing my dearest baby——

nick.

The boy... was the one who died.

It's only Chapter 11, and I can't think of any flirty words about asking for tickets. Can any friend help me think about it?