The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Watching Marek and Gildo leave in a carriage in a hurry, Sigmund couldn't help but feel amused.

The captain of his own family still deeply comprehended the true meaning of a man.

Shrink freely.

Can pretend to be coercive and admit cowardice.

This time Sigmund didn't follow, because in Marek's eyes, Selwyn's death had nothing to do with Sigmund at all, and he didn't even mention it to Sigmund.

In his understanding, Sigmund just thought that Selwyn was missing.

From the beginning, Marek made up his mind to carry the resistance and shame to the end.

After all, the original Selwyn Sun Priest in the city hall suddenly became Ed, the church knight, but Marek ignored Ed's words at all, and threw him directly into the demon hunter's headquarters after crippling him. bottom layer.

As for Selwyn's disappearance?

Without Ed's direct statement, who knows where Selwyn went?

Marek didn't want to admit it at all, even if this matter was exposed, he still had good reasons to keep himself safe.

However, it was clear that in less than two months, three church members had been lost in a row.

The second-level Demon Hunter Luda disappeared, the third-level Ritual Knight Bennett lost control, and the fourth-level Rose Knight Selwyn disappeared, and the third-level Ed was imprisoned.

Several incidents have caused the Church of the Oracle to lose face in Liam City, and its original influence is also crumbling.

So this time, in order to show importance, they even sent two 5th ranks in one breath, expressing their determination not to give up until the problem is solved.

Marek also saw the relationship clearly, so he became extra positive.

When leaving the office and going downstairs, Sigmund met the little fat Harris.

"I have investigated the doctor's new female companion. Mia is indeed from Gwen Town. She originally had a younger sister, but she disappeared for no reason a few months ago. The police have been investigating for a long time without any results."

"Sister?" Sigmund became alert.

"I asked someone to draw a portrait of the missing girl. Do you find it familiar?"

Taking the blank paper handed over by Harris, Sigmund glanced at it, "This girl looks somewhat similar to Grace."

"I think so too." The little fat man nodded.

A flash of clarity flashed in his heart, and Sigmund understood that Mia's younger sister was most likely killed by Grace, and then made a guiding potion, which was the birth of Grace.

"Our doctor really has a soft spot for white skin and red hair." Sigmund couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that this should be just a normal relationship. Have you noticed anything unusual recently?"

"No, the doctor's room has some spiritual defenses. I dare not enter easily. I just followed Mia routinely when she went out. This girl doesn't have many hobbies, and she doesn't have many friends here." The little fat man spread his hands.

"Occasionally, I would go to Cross Street to buy some things. He was originally a small town girl, and he was more interested in some odds and ends."

"Okay, observe for a few more days, and give up if there is no result."

"Contact me anytime with any questions."

He pointed to the pen pinned to Harris' chest.

"Don't worry, Sigmund!" He seemed very happy to be able to help, and the pen that Sigmund lent him temporarily made him feel that he had opened up a new world.

After looking at the time and walking around the consulting company, Sigmund left work leisurely and early.

When driving the carriage back to Elm Street, Sigmund saw Onila's anxious figure from a distance.

"Thank goodness!" Onila breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sigmund appear.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw something again..."

"Are you hallucinating again? How is your mental state? This should be the first thing we do after we return from the coast..."

"Listen to Sigmund!" Onila interrupted Sigmund roughly.

Her body trembled slightly, and Onila's eyes were bloodshot. She stared at Sigmund's face and uttered a word with difficulty.

"I saw you...you were killed, right at Cross Street!"

"What?!"

The shock brought by Onila caused Sigmund to lose his mind for a moment. After thinking for a while, he asked back with some doubts: "Are you sure? Are you sure it's me you saw?"

Onila nodded, "It's not wrong, you were pierced through the chest at Cross Street, and then rolled into the shops on the side of the street, and then a gap opened in the sky, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky."

"Huh..." Sigmund let out a long breath.

He has experienced the truth of Onila's prophecy, the fire in the clock tower, the death of Grace, the accidental death of an old woman in the town, and the messages they received in the dilapidated tower.

And judging from all indications, the scenario predicted by Onila will...

etc!

At this time, a word suddenly flashed in Sigmund's mind.

What you see is immutable.

Everything you see, everything you see!

What's the point of this ability if it's just seeing, and the person who predicts the future can't make any changes because of it?

Is it used to make money in the commercial society? Let yourself always follow the trend?

No, maybe the key lies in this seeing.

After all, often what you see is not what you get.

"Don't worry, we are now on Elm Street, and according to what you said, I died on Cross Street, that is to say, I am safe now, at least for the time being." He laughed and made a joke, It slightly eased Onila's nervousness.

"Tell me everything you saw. No, in order to avoid omissions, use a pen to describe what you saw. Don't miss any details."

"Okay." Onila nodded, walked into the room under the leadership of Sigmon, and drank something. Her mood stabilized a lot, and she recalled a little. Onila sat at the table and picked up the pen.

Crackling!

A big hole was knocked open in the colored window glass. From a certain room on the third floor of Fanny Jewelry Store, Sigmund flew out of the room like a cannonball, and was about to stand up after landing.

Pedestrians on the street were attracted by the loud noise of the jewelry store, and all their eyes fell on Sigmund.

In the broken window, a black figure is approaching, his appearance...

After writing this, Onila hesitated for a while, and after smearing it several times, she left a blank space, and then continued writing.

The man threw out a jagged cane, and Sigmund wanted to do something, but at this moment, for some reason, his movements stopped.

Then the jagged cane suddenly appeared and pierced through his chest!

The bright red blood spilled on the ground along the piercing wound, and the powerful force knocked Sigmund into the distance into the shop.

The sky above the shop suddenly opened a gap, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky.

Terrible heat swept the entire street, and the shops were razed to the ground. When the explosion subsided, the houses disappeared, leaving only a cloud of black ash in place.

There were screams and shouts everywhere on the street, the heat wave was surging, and a torn newspaper fell onto the street from nowhere.

"Do you still remember the date in the newspaper?" Seeing this, Sigmund asked anxiously.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and Onila raised her head after a moment.

"June 18, that's today."

"That is to say." Sigmund let out a self-deprecating smile.

"I'm going to die before the sun goes down today?"