The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

in the room.

Barry, the fifth-level alchemist, had a cloudy expression on his face. Opposite him, Big Husbat and his companions imitated everything they heard from the street.

"Sir, Albert has a big problem. I don't think all of this can be described as a coincidence. Everything was premeditated. This is a conspiracy of the mechanical school!"

"Shut up." Barry said angrily.

Although the entire plan was planned and executed by Albert, Albert's influence was not enough to mobilize so many people, and none of this would be possible without Barry's support.

But now that the situation is out of control, Barry must also bear the corresponding bitterness. The pressure from the upper echelons will surely follow. Barry has many things to consider.

Originally, he already had some doubts, but now, after hearing what the two of them said, instead of making him firm in his mind, it made him instinctively feel a little conspiracy.

Could this be too much of a coincidence?

As soon as I suspected Albert, someone just sent the evidence in time.

There are oddities.

Rubbing his forehead, Barry quietly gave an order that he would send his puppet to check what Albert was doing.

"Sir, it happened not long ago, and we can easily verify it. If Albert was with you during that time, then all this is definitely a conspiracy, but if he is alone..."

The bearded Bart has an attentive face. This is a guy with a rough face but an extremely delicate heart. He deduced something from Barry's expression, and then opened his mouth just right to show his role.

Hearing this, the alchemist's heart trembled. He suddenly remembered Albert's anomaly just now, without any explanation, not even begging himself for forgiveness.

Seems to just stand at the door for a while, then...

And where did he go?

At this moment, he also vaguely received a message from the spirit puppet.

Albert is packing up.

He wants to run!

In the next second, an uncontrollable anger exploded from his chest, Barry wished he could break through the walls and floors, and shoot the traitor who was eating inside and out to death.

But reason soon regained the upper hand.

No, it's too cheap to just kill him.

I'm going to make him go to Savery, I'm going to make him go to Newcomen, I'm going to expose the conspiracy of the Mechanic School, they are not fooling me, but the whole Psychic School.

"I already know the matter, let's go!" Barry didn't want others to intervene in the next thing.

"By the way, your name is Bart, right?" Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and raised his head to ask.

"Yes, sir." The bearded man carefully concealed the excitement in his eyes, if he guessed correctly...

"Follow me from now on."

"It is my pleasure, sir!"

The two left, and Barry slowly closed his eyes through the closed door. He slowly sorted out everything since he met Albert.

"It's all a coincidence, it's all premeditated!"

"He came running towards me from the very beginning, it's scary, Newcomen, what are you planning? This is just the first stage, what's next?"

Barry's heart was heavy.

But more is the anger of being fooled.

"Okay, Albert, run quickly, run to your two fathers, if they don't come to save you, I will torture you to death slowly!"

A level 5 wrath is terrifying.

As it got dark, Albert left the mansion cautiously, but after walking a block, a sudden attack knocked him into the air.

Raising his head in a panic, Albert saw a figure standing on a high wall.

"I've heard Albert, I've heard the conversation between you and that new student, Savery, you worm, you traitor!"

Anger welled up in his heart, and just as Albert was about to speak, he suddenly saw the puppet standing behind the bearded Bart.

"is teacher!"

Many thoughts skipped through my mind, and all doubts turned into a terrible reality in the end, "He's going to give up on me, he's going to make me a scapegoat!"

Veins twitched on his forehead, negative emotions almost overwhelmed his reason, "Barry, you bastard." With a curse, he ran wildly.

bang bang!

There were constant attacks along the way, and Albert fled in embarrassment. Just when he thought he had no way out and would die this night, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the city's sewage outlet.

"Live, I have to live."

Gritting his teeth, Albert jumped in!

The sticky, foul smell rushed towards him, and he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to shout, but when he thought of the environment he was in right now.

Opening your mouth means that those terrible things enter your mouth, vomit... you can't vomit, you can't open your mouth, only this obsession is left in your mind.

He instinctively stretched out his hand and tightly covered his mouth.

But in hand...

uh... wow...

At this time, Bart had already chased the spirit puppet to the top of his head, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and sank violently, ignoring the stench and stickiness in his mouth.

I……

Standing on the edge of the sewage pool, the bearded Bart struggled. After thinking about it, he still didn't have the courage to jump down.

After an unknown amount of time, when Albert felt a little full, the slightly cool river water wrapped him up. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy river.

Vomit...poof...!

With the help of the spirit puppet, Albert staggered up the shore, walked a few steps, and when he looked up, he saw a figure standing beside the carriage.

The man looked familiar, and he was holding a bone stick in the shape of a drumstick in his hand.

"Is it my hunter?"

Shaking his head, shaking off the water stains on his hair, and adapting to the darkness in front of him, he finally recognized the figure in the darkness.

"It's you?!"

"So it's you!" He remembered what the bearded Bart said just now, and seemed to understand everything in a trance.

At this moment, the rationality was finally completely submerged, and illusions appeared in front of his eyes. Deep in his heart, it seemed that something broke through the blockage and was released.

Albert couldn't remember many things after that, he only knew that he was going to tear up the man in front of him and eat him.

On the other side, when Albert's body gradually turned into a beast, his puppet had already taken the lead to come to Sigmund's side, facing the impact of a cannonball.

Sigmund did not harden, but took half a step back, subconsciously blocking the front of him with the arm of Amidala in his hand.

But immediately, the changes in front of him were completely beyond Sigmund's expectations.

The moment he swung his weapon, scarlet blood mist penetrated into his arm instantly, and in an instant, Sigmund felt the flesh and blood on his arm dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

hum!

Drink blood.

The remains of the ancient gods were activated.

boom!

Boom!

A terrifying impact was released from Amidala's arm, and the moment the impact hit the body, the body of Albert's puppet gradually disintegrated.

When the sound of impact reached the ears, the puppet had already been shattered into neat pieces before Sigmund's eyes.

At this time, Albert, who had already completed his animal transformation, rushed forward with a roar.

But he only had time to let out a roar.

laugh!

The joints of Amidala's arm bounced off, and the front end stretched, like a bone spur spreading out, spanning a distance of seven or eight meters, piercing through Albert's head in an instant!

one second.

The puppet is scrapped, the fourth-level puppeteer, Albert.

die.