The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Forgot to do a formal self-introduction."

Suddenly remembered something, Onila smiled, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, the continuous running around had already made her mentally exhausted and hungry.

But even so, she did not lose her due etiquette, she sipped her meal and talked softly, it could be seen that the woman in front of her was of a very good background.

"I'm Onila Tares, from Abetus, a female writer."

Sigmund also took advantage of the opportunity to make a formal self-introduction, exchanged some pleasantries, and Onila continued the topic.

"Because of work, I have been to many places, not only the Kingdom of Elam, but also the Eastern Continent, Western Continent, and Southern Islands. Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that my knowledge may not be profound enough, but my insight is definitely worthy. broad."

"But even so, I have to admit that Louis is the most special of all the people I've met so far."

"Which aspect specifically?" Sigmund asked curiously.

He had an inexplicable premonition that the Louis they were talking about at this time must be the person Mr. Shu was looking for so hard.

"Everything."

Onila emphasized her tone, "He didn't do anything deviant, but no matter how he dresses or behaves, he doesn't seem to belong to this era."

Not of this era? Sigmund's heart skipped a beat.

"Specifically?" He refilled Ornila's cup with coffee, and he asked pretending not to care.

"Did you know? For a while, there was a saying in Abetus and even the Kingdom of Elam. Some experts and scholars believed that the air in the room should be kept absolutely unimpeded, and we should keep the air flowing 24 hours a day."

"If you really can't bear to keep the windows open all the time, then you can put a bowl of water in the house, because according to the theory at the time, this bowl of water will absorb all the stale air of life within a few hours."

"I remember one time when Lewis laughed at this theory in a low voice when he was reading a newspaper. He mentioned some carbon, oxygen, and words that I couldn't understand. But his expression told me that those who support this theory His so-called experts are fools in his eyes."

"There are many similar things. He expressed contempt for women's corsets and thought steam trains were stupid and stupid, but in the eyes of everyone at the time, steam trains were simply one of the greatest inventions in the world."

He brushed his slightly drooping hair together, "It can be seen that he is not talking in exaggeration, after every attack, he has detailed theories to support his point of view, and I have never heard similar words from other people since then. "

Onila seems to be caught in the memory, telling every detail of her life back then, but at this moment Sigmund, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't be calm for a long time.

He is sure.

Being able to say such words, this Louis is probably a member of the crossing army just like him.

But it was strange that in this world, Sigmund couldn't find any trace of Louis's existence.

He despises steam trains, which means that the other party must know the first industrial revolution, a modern person, living in such a world, it is difficult for him not to make some changes due to the superiority of a civilization iteration.

Even the most insignificant changes from ordinary life.

His senior was so low-key that he didn't look like a time traveler.

Why?

Is it because he doesn't want to, or because he can't, is it simply too late, or does he have a greater purpose? Sigmund doesn't know.

"You know, Sigmund, the most amazing thing is that I met a very special person when I was about 19 years old, but in the ten years since I left that town, my memory This person has never appeared before."

"Can you imagine?" Onila gestured with her hands, "It seems that in the past 10 years, someone erased the memory of him from my mind, and I didn't remember his name again until not long ago."

"You lost this memory, no, it's more like being blocked." Sigmund sat up straight.

Lawrence's nominal elder brother, the eccentric traveler senior, still has many mysteries hidden.

"What happened that made you suddenly think of him?" Sigmund grasped the point of the question, he hadn't seen him for ten years, and he believed that Onila definitely came here for no reason.

Onila looked up at Sigmund, showing hesitation, "Recently, some strange things have happened to me, some unbelievable common sense, incomprehensible..."

"Forget it, you won't believe it if you tell me." The female writer shook her head, but at this moment, she heard a crisp sound, and when she looked up, she realized that Sigmund was actually holding a table knife in his hand.

"Like this?" He smiled and stabbed the table knife into his palm.

"God!" Onila exclaimed, turning her head slightly, as if she couldn't bear to look directly at the blood that was about to happen.

Ding!

The moment the table knife came into contact with the palm of his hand, Sigmund finished hardening, and there was a crisp metal impact sound, and the thin table knife snapped off.

Smiling, Sigmund placed his metallic palm in front of Onila's eyes.

"Believe me, I've seen many similar strange things." After speaking, he lifted the hardened state, and Onila still maintained a surprised look.

After a long while, the female writer came back from her astonishment, took a sip of coffee, and looked at Sigmund solemnly.

"What I'm going to say next is far more exaggerated than this. Recently, I began to see some weird visions. At first I thought it was caused by lack of sleep and mental stress, but one day..."

Onila sighed, "Some of what I saw actually happened."

She found a notebook and handed it to Sigmund.

"This is a re-transcription based on my memory. As a writer, life can always bring me a lot of inspiration, so I will record some small things from time to time as a normal material reserve."

Sigmund turned to the first page, and the diary marked May 1st.

"He pushed the crowd away in a panic, and the man exuding a vicious aura called out behind him, little bastard, dare to steal my bread! The boy stumbled and rushed to the road, and a carriage sped past in the next second... !"

The whole paragraph has no beginning or end, just a piecemeal fragment. At this time, Onila's mood was obviously much lower, and she was holding a coffee cup in both hands.

"Later, I saw this report in the newspaper. The boy who died was named Bertie Hott. I swear I never saw him, but the face in the newspaper was exactly the same as the one that appeared in my dream. .”

"I don't know that these words I wrote killed him..."

"Or your words foreshadowed his death." Sigmund said.

"Yes, because these people have nothing to do with me, so I couldn't confirm some guesses at all, until the name of my friend appeared in the text I wrote."

Onila shook her head in pain, "But I can't do anything, he still burned to death."

While listening to the female writer's narration, Sigmund continued to look back, and a large number of texts came into view, until at a certain moment, he saw a description in it, and then suddenly stopped.

The slightly messy handwriting made Sigmund's heart contract suddenly, but in the hot June, he felt a chill down his spine.

"He detonated the explosives, jumped off the bell tower, and got into the secret passage prepared in advance..."

"...But in the end, he still couldn't get rid of the big snake from the darkness!"

Bell Tower, Explosions, Orochi!

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