The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Rich area of ​​Liam City.

Antoine looked in the mirror, and the large burqa was still a little tight on his body. His shops were mainly scattered in Liam City, and the only one on Cross Street was the one that Rilla used to run.

Due to the location, the explosion did not affect the shop, so in this incident, Antoine suffered almost no losses.

Even because the goods of some shops in the same industry were destroyed and spices were in short supply, his turnover increased a lot in a short period of time, and then he saw the familiar name in the morning newspaper.

"That guy is dead?!"

Restraining his desire to go to the downtown area to meet Lawrence, Antoine decided to attend the blessing ceremony the next morning.

He's not a believer and doesn't want to remember anything.

I just heard a few words occasionally. It seemed that Sigmund's death was not that simple, but he couldn't find out the specifics. With this kind of curiosity, Antoine came to the Cathedral of Dawn after frantically stuffing his stomach with food. in front of the door.

As soon as the sun set, devout believers came one after another. They didn't say a word but prayed quietly.

As time passed, the crowd gathered more and more. Mayor Wallace originally wanted to send someone to maintain order, but after approaching the Dawn Cathedral, people quickly calmed down.

When midnight approached, the streets near the Dawn Cathedral were already crowded, and people were still approaching here one after another.

No one noticed, an ordinary figure mixed in the crowd.

Sigmund raised his head, and the hood on his face covered his face. There were many similarly dressed believers around him, a dense crowd, either sitting or kneeling.

But the whole street was eerily silent.

This was the operation of the Oracle Church in the Kingdom of Elam for 20 years. He slowly approached, found a place not too far away, made a secret estimate, and blended into the crowd.

Time passed, the night receded, and the morning light was approaching.

Wearing a dark red priest's robe, Eric stepped onto the stage amidst the singing of the choir.

At the same time, in front of the investigation and consulting company, Walker Hobbs took Marek to draw a star gate.

Pushing the door open, the scene changed, and the two appeared on the top of Dawn Cathedral.

On the edge of the dome, Igor Green's white robe fluttered like an incarnated spirit, and he looked back at Marek.

"You should know my purpose, Liam is at my feet."

"Are you demon hunters going to make an enemy of the whole city?"

At this time, Igor Green is completely in the attitude of a winner.

"Many people say that you are a reckless guy, but what happened in the past few days told me that you are much more rational than most people. You know when you can go crazy and when you need to endure."

Marek took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the dome without guardrails and looked down.

It was just dawn, but the morning at the end of June no longer affected the normal sight, and the spiritual power below was surging. It was Eric preparing for the morning prayer.

Seemingly casually sweeping through the crowd, Marek felt relieved when he noticed a few figures among them.

Sure enough, Savery came, and standing next to him should be the sixth-level rune master Newcomen. Thinking of the preparations for the two people's meeting before, Marek took a deep breath and approached Igor Green.

"What are you doing?!"

Walker Hobbs, who was not far behind him, asked in a deep voice.

He worried about what Marek might do impulsively.

"It's all right, Hobbs." Igor Green didn't care.

Marek still didn't speak, but lowered his head and found the familiar figure near the high platform.

Mayor Wallace.

As a Transcendent, Marek's emotional gaze quickly attracted Wallace's attention, and he raised his head to meet Marek's gaze.

At this time, Wallace was arranged to be near the high platform, and when Igor Green came, he would become the closest non-clergyman to Igor.

He and Marek have a good personal relationship, and the cooperation is considered harmonious, but it is related to his own political future. According to the method of the church, it can not only solve the subsequent impact of this incident, but also unite the hearts of the whole city.

He had to make a rational rather than emotional decision, and he could only say sorry to Sigmund and Marek.

Looking up, a trace of pity flashed across Wallace's face.

He had seen Igor's methods before. He was a terrifying guy who abandoned all the so-called morality, honor and disgrace, and only took the interests of the church as his starting point.

"The clock tower area is under construction. I have convinced the city councilors and some major nobles and businessmen that we will build a memorial square there and let the statue of Sigmund appear there?" Above the dome, Igor* Green continued to speak.

"It doesn't have to be Sigmund's. You can completely invent a person to bear all this. Why must it be him? Why must he be a demon hunter?" Marek asked the doubts in his heart.

Igor didn't answer, an ordinary person couldn't bear this kind of responsibility, and his purpose wasn't just to improve the prestige of the church in the city.

This is just the first step. Once Marek compromises, the next plan can be gradually implemented. Whatever the demon hunters took from this city, he will take back as much.

"Give me your answer."

"No, never!"

Hearing Marek's answer, instead of getting angry, Igor showed a smile.

"Have you been to the lower city, how is the environment there? At this time, many people should have gotten up and started a busy day's work. Well, the flowers in front of the door are growing well. I like this house..."

Hearing Igor's inexplicable words, Marek looked puzzled, but at this moment he suddenly noticed the silver light in Igor's eyes.

"Your Gintama, your spiritual body! Where have you been?"

Marek let out a low growl, and stepped forward suddenly, but Igor just glanced at him indifferently.

【still】

As if his thinking was rusted, Marek stopped stiffly in front of Igor, and the two faced each other. Marek could clearly see the silver light and indifference in Igor's eyes.

"What do you think is more important, the living or the dead?"

"You care about that demon hunter, and that demon hunter cares about his relatives, so the problem is very simple, you, including anyone behind you, can't stop a silver soul messenger!"

If I wanted to kill an ordinary person, it wouldn't be much harder than snapping a flower on a windowsill.

"Wow, what a cozy cabin, did your dead companion grow up here?" The silver light in his eyes flickered, and Igor's spiritual body seemed to be wandering in another scene.

"You are a level 6, you are a transcendent, don't you have a bit of pride and honor of the strong?" Marek asked.

"As long as the church needs it, I can do anything."

Igor's eyes were cold, "You have to remember that the relatives of that young man died because of your stubbornness."

"I promise you, I promise you anything! Get out of that house!" Marek yelled.

At this moment, the prayer below ended, Eric opened his hands and sang Igor's name, and at the same time, the first ray of morning light passed over the dome.

"It's my turn to play, and hopefully we'll have a nice conversation in a while."

Igor glanced at Marek and took a step in the air.

But at this moment, in an ordinary house on the other side of the city, a girl named Teresa looked at the silver spirit body that appeared in her room, and asked an unusual question.

"Did you break my flower?"