The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Time goes back to not so long ago.

The fire on the cross street has been extinguished, but the follow-up rescue work is still going on. The jewelry store where the fighting broke out was concentrated. Because there was a murder case not long ago, the store was under investigation, so there were not many people there at that time.

In addition, the Oracle Church was reminded by Sigmon in advance and did some targeted evacuation work, which minimized the damage caused by the battle.

But even so, houses collapsed and half of the street was covered in flames, causing incalculable casualties and economic losses.

These are headaches for Mayor Wallace, and for the supernatural beings of the church, the appearance of Bellegarde is not just a blow to the majesty of the church.

More important is her purpose, and the mentioned Louis.

Eric and Hobbs said that they were very unfamiliar with this name. The sixth order who came to support obviously knew something, but they seemed unwilling to mention it too much to them.

After the battle, Marek dragged his exhausted body to the collapsed house. He knew the result of being bombarded by the meteorite, but he still hoped to come and take a look in person.

This is the core area of ​​the explosion, not to mention Sigmund, even if the fifth-order hunter contract is to face the meteorite falling from the sky, it will have to pay a heavy price.

As for the second-tier demon hunter, Marek lowered his head, even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to force himself to recognize this reality.

Sigmund is dead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a distorted cane on the edge of the ruins of another collapsed house. He took a few quick steps and picked up the cane that was still warm.

There is no miracle, standing alone in the same place, Marek has experienced similar scenes many times, demon hunters are in the company of death and blood, casualties in battle are inevitable, and there are not a few companions who were killed by him because of loss of control .

But for Sigmund...

"As I get older, I really start to become sentimental."

Laughing self-deprecatingly, a trace of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, and then there is a crisp sound of bones cracking in his body, the whole person is like a cracked porcelain doll, and the chapped skin seems to collapse at any time.

"Captain, captain!"

There were several shouts from the end of the street, Marek turned around and saw his companions running towards him.

"Captain, how are you?"

Gildor looked worried. He was a witcher now, and he knew something about Marek's state at this time.

If it was really caused by the shattering of Metric's weapon... Marek's heart sank.

"Where's Sigmon?" Harris asked the little fat man, "He reminded me not to enter the cross street. Extraordinary events will break out here. He hasn't..." Halfway through the sentence, Harris suddenly noticed the twisted hand held by Marek. cane.

"Captain, this cane belongs to Sigmund..." Thinking of some terrible things, everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

"Sigmund found Mr. Tree's trail, the battle broke out, and he died."

"Dead?" Everyone's eyes widened.

"Captain, now is not the time to joke!"

Gildo raised the volume sharply, he laughed and looked around, "Come out, Sigmund, whose idea is this, I have already seen you, if you don't come out, I will..."

"Stop shouting." Marek interrupted Gildor suddenly.

"He died, before my eyes."

Marek's voice was much more forlorn.

"Don't...don't be joking, captain." Gildo's voice trembled. Among all the people, he and Sigmund had known each other for the longest time.

Marek smiled wryly, and blood began to ooze from the surface of his body at this time, "Do you think my current appearance looks like a joke?"

"Impossible!" Gildor roared and rushed into the surrounding ruins. Marek saw it but didn't say anything.

"If, if I had stuck around a little longer, if I had stayed in the jewelry store a little longer, none of this might have happened."

Obviously, Mr. Tree pulled Sigmon into the room of the jewelry store through the Star Gate, and not long before that, Marek had arrived there.

Gritting his teeth, negative emotions such as self-blame and remorse accumulated in his heart, Marek looked up in a certain direction, "Prepare the carriage and take me to the downtown area."

"Downtown, what are we going there for?" Fatty Harris asked suspiciously, his face was blank, obviously he hadn't shaken off the thought of learning about Sigmund.

"To see Sigmund's father."

"Captain, your injuries..." the psychic hesitated to speak.

"It's already like this, I shouldn't be able to die for the time being, don't worry, it's just a metrical weapon, it's not that the egg is broken, I'm fine." Marek laughed loudly, but coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

"Help me into the car."

He was resolute, "As the captain of Sigmund, I cannot let his father learn of his death from other people. I have the responsibility to tell Lawrence myself."

"I'll drive."

There was no expression on his face. Gildor walked back from the edge of the ruins with his lips pursed. The little fat man Harris helped Marek into the carriage, leaving the others to deal with the aftermath. The three of them rode the carriage straight to the lower city.

At this time, the impact of the explosion and fire on Cross Street had just emerged. Judging from the scale of the impact, this incident was not comparable to the impact that the bombing of the clock tower had on the residents of Liam City.

However, there were two incidents, one occurred at night in the unmanned clock tower, and the other occurred in the daytime trading area. The number of casualties was very different. After a period of fermentation, the whole city began to fall into panic.

Most people didn't know what happened, rumors spread, and some people took the opportunity to commit crimes, especially when they entered the lower city, the situation became more serious.

When Gildo stopped the carriage, Lawrence happened to return from the factory in a hurry, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the carriage parked in front of the door.

"Hello, Mr. Skind." Wiping off the blood on his face, Marek got out of the carriage, took off his hat, stroked his chest, and bowed to salute.

"Who are you……?"

"I'm Sigmund's friend, Marek Rami. There was an explosion in Cross Street. Sigmund and I were there. I'm sorry, sir. He died trying to save me."

"Distressed?!" Lawrence's expression froze, he stepped back half a step, and repeated with a little hesitation, "What do you mean?"

"He's gone." Taking a deep breath, Marek looked Lawrence straight in the eye.

"The explosion and fire engulfed his body, we found nothing, only this was left at the scene." He held out his twisted cane with both hands.

Lawrence's eyes seemed to lose focus, and he stood there in a daze, without speaking, nor did he pick up the cane that Marek handed over.

"Oh, I shouldn't have sneaked out to drink that cup." A weird smile appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and muttered a few words in a low voice, "Drunk, really drunk."

After finishing speaking, ignoring everyone's reactions, he turned and walked into the door.

With a bang, the door was closed tightly, as if closing the door could isolate the world behind.

"Captain..." Gildor hesitated to speak.

"Harris, you stay here. Mr. Skinde needs a little time, be careful not to have any accidents." After a few words, he stood in front of the door for a long time before boarding the carriage and leaving with Gildo.

The fire was extinguished, and the follow-up processing work is still proceeding in an orderly manner, but the turmoil in the entire city has just begun.

Late at night, Lawrence who was lying on the bed suddenly got up, walked to the desk, took out a pen and wrote on the letter paper:

"Dear Teresa..."