The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Chapter 166 Louis Skinder

"Share the chaos value?"

Sigmund said it was the first time he had heard such a statement.

"Didn't you mention fusion and feeding just now? It sounds like the cultivation of a new life." Savery explained.

"Every piece of extraordinary material is special, and some people even think that it is a unique life form, which is fused with one's own flesh and blood, and feeding is the process of cultivating new life."

"So for you, this is more than just a weapon."

"The last metric is to endow this life with soul and principles. Isn't it amazing? After all, weapons can also have life, which sounds incredible."

"Hunter contractors need to fight frequently. In the midst of killing, blood, and hatred, negative emotions accumulate, and the chaos value explodes. If things go on like this, it will be difficult not to think crazy."

"Metric weapons represent fighting and killing, and the negative emotions and confusion caused by this will be transferred to weapons. With this buffer, hunters will not go crazy because of too much killing."

"After a fierce battle, you just need to calm down, cleanse the blood on your weapons, and be able to recover to your best condition before the next battle."

"The law of killing."

"Although this method can greatly reduce the accumulation of chaos points, after years of fighting, part of the chaos and blood will accumulate in weapons, and slowly retaining them will still have a great impact on hunters."

"This will not only make these hunters more terrifying when they lose control, but it will also cause a lot of trouble for them when they are promoted to the fourth level."

"If you kill too much, the spirituality of the weapon will be completely polluted. Then when you advance to level 4, the characteristics in the weapon will not be able to be absorbed by the holder."

"Then after the fourth level, once you lose your rhythm weapon, the corresponding combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

"So the normal promotion method is to keep restraint as much as possible and maintain the purity of the weapon, so that you can fully inherit the power in the weapon when you are promoted...and then promote to level 4!" Sigmund concluded.

"That's right, that's it." Savery nodded.

"How to judge whether a weapon can be used as a rhythm weapon when you are promoted?"

"It's very simple, the more thorough the integration and the closer the connection, the higher the success rate of promotion."

"Haha, some people even think that if you fuse a transcendent material with your own body, and finally make it into a rhythm weapon, it will definitely bring unexpected benefits." Savery half-joked.

But the speaker has no intention, but the listener does.

Because at this time, Sigmund fully meets the conditions that Savery said.

The arm of the sleeping Amidala has become a part of his body.

Sigmund could even feel this weird bone absorbing his own flesh and blood subtly and restrainedly.

According to Savery, the only thing he lacks now is spiritual power, which can reach the promotion standard and activate the contract imprint in his spirit.

Get through the connection between the arm and yourself, and the rest is a matter of course.

After detailed inquiries and learned a lot of information from Savery, Sigmund waved goodbye and left Sinbad with Ashley in a carriage.

In Liam City, when I returned to the apartment, I happened to meet the lawyer lady who rushed back from outside.

Regardless of her image, Rebecca warmly gave Ashley a big hug. When it was Sigmund's turn...

"Good afternoon, Sigmund." The lawyer lady smiled and greeted ladylikely.

"Mr. Skinde is back. I handed him the key you left me. Yesterday he found someone to move everything and returned to your old house."

After finishing speaking, Rebecca glanced at Sigmund cautiously, "Are you and Ashley moving back too?"

"No, I can't bear the lunch and afternoon tea here." Of course, Sigmund knew how to choose between a young and beautiful girl and a middle-aged uncle.

"marvelous!"

"I am now formally inviting Ashley to join my law firm. As for the salary, how about 25 gold pounds a week?"

"This is just a fixed salary. There will be other compensation for unexpected cases. In addition, I can invite Ashley to become one of my shareholders and participate in the profit sharing at the end of the year!"

"Profit sharing?" Sigmund smiled, "You should find a way to turn losses into profits first."

"My law firm has already started to make a profit. Although it is very meager, it is at least a good start." The lawyer lady argued.

Sigmund looked at Ashley, who was moved. Compared with becoming a legendary assassin, this woman would rather be a well-known detective who was scrambling to be praised.

The reward given by Rebecca is definitely not enough to hire a third-order transcendent, but the price for hiring a detective is still very sincere.

She didn't know Ashley's true strength, and Ashley was also interested, and didn't care about the reward at all. The two were already familiar with each other, and they hit it off right away.

Back at the apartment, they discussed strange cases with great interest. The cook cooked lunch, and Sigmund wanted to have a drink, but they were strongly refused by Ashley.

Not long after lunch was over, an unexpected visitor arrived.

"Long time no see my friend."

Dr. Ryan was radiant and seemed to have fully recovered from the grief Grace had caused him.

"The best way to heal a broken relationship is to start over with another relationship," explains Dr. Ryan.

"Do you still remember Gwen Town? I went there for vacation half a month ago, and I met a girl by chance." Ryan looked satisfied.

"She is very similar to Grace, with white skin, red hair, and even the breath on her body."

Sigmund's heart trembled when he heard that.

"This girl has been living in Gwen Town, hell, I've been there so many times before, and I've never seen her."

A meeting gift was delivered, and an appointment was made to visit the garden together on the weekend. After saying hello, the doctor left briskly.

After thinking about it, Sigmund felt that it was necessary for him to investigate the doctor's new female companion.

"I hope it's not another boss." He blessed silently.

After resting for a while, Ashley and Rebecca went out together, while Sigmund drove the carriage to their old house in Liam City.

…………

Lonely Cliff Town.

A gorgeous carriage, out of place with the whole town, drives on a road paved with broken cobblestones.

In the rooms on both sides of the road, many people cast envious and puzzled eyes. The most magnificent carriage in this town can't compare to the gorgeousness of one wheel of this carriage.

Finally, after several laps in a row, the carriage stopped in front of a house.

A young woman dressed as a maid jumped out of the car, knocked lightly on the door, and the woman asked loudly.

"Mr. Skind, may I ask that this is Mr. Skind's..."

creak.

The door next to it opened, and an old woman with gray hair and cloudy eyes came out.

"Who are you looking for?" the old woman asked cautiously.

"Louis Skinde."

"It's true that the Skinders lived here, but Louis? I haven't heard of it." The old woman shook her head.

Just when the maid was a little disappointed and was about to get in the car and leave, the curtain was lifted, and half of a delicate face poked out.

"With the liberty of asking, do you know Lawrence Skind?"

"He's Louis' brother."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"certainly."

It's not about identifying your father indiscriminately, don't guess. ('-'*)