The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Sigmon, I'm sorry." Onila looked sad, as if she was the culprit for all this.

"It's not your fault." Sigmund smiled, and picked up the paper that Onila wrote on. He read the content on the paper over and over again.

At the same time, a thought gradually became clear.

What you see is immutable.

"How do you know I'm dead?"

"I saw your chest was pierced, and then you flew nearly 10 meters away, and then the sky opened up, meteorites fell from the sky, and the whole street was covered in fire. This scene is terrible." Onila replied road.

"It seems that I should be saved." Sigmund let out a breath.

"What's the meaning?"

"Chest penetration is chest penetration, death is death, these are two different things."

After hearing what Sigmund said, Onila became even more puzzled, and Sigmund continued:

"I've begun to understand somewhat the true meaning of this sentence."

"The truth you see cannot be changed, but what about other things?" Sigmund thought about the possibility in his heart, and glanced at Onila.

"Besides these, are there any details that you haven't noticed?"

Onila closed her eyes, frowned, and thought hard for a while, "Not anymore."

"Where is the person who attacked me, can you see his face clearly?"

"I'll try." Taking a deep breath, Onila closed her eyes again. This time it lasted long enough. As time went by, her body began to shake crazily, sweat dripped, and the veins on her forehead burst out. .

"That's enough, don't force yourself anymore." Sigmund patted Onila's shoulder, but at this moment, Onila let out a sharp breath, then opened her mouth and chest heaved like a choked person.

"Hoo...hoo..."

"never mind."

Sigmund uncorked the bottle and held it to Onila's nose. This is his carefully formulated perfume, which can calm the spirit.

"I saw it." Onila looked up at Sigmund.

"I saw the face of that person, it was you." Onila's face was full of disbelief, "That person looks exactly like you!"

"What?!"

Many thoughts flashed through my mind, "You mean it was me who attacked me?"

"Maybe... maybe I was wrong, I was too nervous and I might have a new one..." Onila explained incoherently.

"No, everything is possible in the extraordinary world. At least I know of an extraordinary person with a contract path who can do similar things."

"They can pretend to be anyone," Sigmund added.

Subconsciously, a person's name flashed in his mind.

Mr. Tree, a Starry Sky Contractor who, according to the information provided by Selwyn, should be at least a level 5 walker.

Compared with Selwyn, Mr. Tree has a stronger control over flesh and blood.

If the truth of the matter is deduced according to this guess, there may be two results.

Mr. Tree and I met on Cross Street. For unknown reasons, no, he changed into my appearance. This is the biggest flaw. As long as I see him, I will definitely become suspicious, so the battle is inevitable.

Next, things will branch. The first kind of Mr. Tree hurts me, and the second kind, I hurt him.

After all, Onila is an ordinary person, and in her cognition, being pierced in the chest is almost equivalent to declaring death, and the subsequent bombardment, explosion and burning.

But for a transcendent, such an injury may not be fatal.

Not to mention the tenacious Starry Sky Contractor, even Sigmund has several life-saving means, so calm down, Sigmund is no longer as nervous about his own safety as before.

After all, what Onila saw was not a direct death scene.

He now speculates that the future that the transcendents of the moon contract path they see should be destined to happen, but what they see is only a fragment of the future.

It does not represent all of the future.

This is like a blind man feeling an elephant. For such a future, it is credible but not fully trustworthy. It is difficult to grasp the middle degree.

From this point of view, Louis' description is really not wrong, they may really be just prisoners of fate, that's why he doesn't agree with the contract name of fate.

but the moon.

The moon covers the earth, but like the sun, they can only see one side of the world forever.

"Mr. Tree will appear at Cross Street, Fanni Jewelry Store, and the captain must be notified about this matter! By the way, it just so happens that the Oracle Church sent two level 5 transcendents..."

Wait, why now?

Why did you send Tier 5 or two at this time?

Is it really just a coincidence?

After hesitating for a while, Sigmund still decided to tell Marek this important information.

One can imagine the destructive power of Tier 5 in the city center.

Sigmund didn't know whether what he did would change the future that Ornilla saw. If he could, he still wanted to try.

It was not far from Elm Street where he lived.

If he had the ability, Sigmund did not want such a disaster to happen.

"Do your best to obey the destiny."

Let Onila rest for a while, Sigmund walked out of the apartment, and drove the carriage straight to the city hall.

…………

In a secret room somewhere in Cross Street.

As the real master of the underground world of Liam City, Samuel never thought that one day his lair would be broken into by a stranger.

The third level of the fallen contract, the stand-in messenger.

The special ability of Transcendence Enlightenment is fully compatible with its own contract, which makes Samuel have a stronger ability than other third-order substitute messengers.

In the showcase in the secret room are carefully preserved corpses.

Samuel can control these corpses to carry out activities, no matter how the underground undercurrent in Liam City is surging, all of this is under Samuel's operation.

If Sigmund appeared here, he would definitely be familiar with one of Samuel's collections. It was the coachman who led them into the White Seagull Manor.

Samuel was lying on his favorite sofa, his limbs were firmly nailed, his exposed belly was constantly bulging, and his intestines were wriggling like a python, as if trying to break free from his abdominal cavity.

"I don't know, sir, I don't understand a word of what you're saying."

Samuel had given up struggling. He had tried hard, but all he could get was deeper despair. The person in front of him was far stronger than he could have imagined.

"That's not okay, I have to make sure you're not lying."

A cold index finger was pressed between the eyebrows, and then a piercing pain came from the place where the fingertips touched the forehead. It felt as if an insect was tearing up the skin, piercing the skull, and burrowing into the depths of his brain.

After an unknown amount of time, Samuel's protruding abdomen suddenly exploded with a bang, and his intestines scurried around the room like a swimming snake, causing Samuel's body to tremble continuously.

A faint sigh sounded.

Mr. Shu opened the notes he carried with him and crossed out the second name.

"20 years ago, the court recorder of the Elam Kingdom, Samuel's identity was the best disguise, but unfortunately it was not."

"That's the last one." Mr. Shu lowered his head to look at the only name left on the note.

Wallace Brinsley.

Mayor of Liam City, Wallace.