The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Henrik."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Sigmund recognized the other party's identity.

Claire, the rebellious demon hunter girl he was on a mission with Juana not long ago, and his older brother Litton is also a demon hunter, a good old man with a stable personality.

"Why are you here?" After a while, Claire didn't change much. The carriage stopped, and Litton also came down, greeted each other and asked each other why they came.

"Did you also get the news and plan to go into the mountains?" Litton asked, as if he didn't see the behavior of his sister squeezing Sigmund's arm with her chest.

"I want to create a new set of gloves to prepare for promotion to the third rank. The main material is a rare metal moiré steel. This thing can assist spiritual power transmission to enhance combat effectiveness, but only in extremely remote and dangerous places to be discovered.”

"If we have the same purpose, we can go together." Litton issued an invitation. In his heart, Sigmund was a powerful witcher, and Marek, who stood beside Sigmund, looked thin and inconspicuous. .

But Litton has seen all kinds of people. Guys with Marek's attitude are either idiots or idiots, or rebellious and strong.

Adhering to the idea that birds of a feather flock together, Litton will naturally raise Marek's status subconsciously.

"No, we have something to go north, but we just happened to pass by here. After driving for too long, I want to find a place to rest and replenish supplies."

Sigmund was vague.

As for the moiré steel mentioned by Litton, if Sigmund remembered correctly, the new revolver that Newcomen gave him was made of moiré steel.

Teacher, atmosphere.

It seems that the high-level creative contractors are real local tyrants.

"Do you come here often? According to the map, there is a deserted village not far from this mountain." Sigmund asked.

"Desolate village?" Litton smiled strangely, "It's not desolate at all now. Recently, I have entered the mountain several times, and I pass here every time."

"No way, this is the closest place where people can be found, but to be honest, if I have a choice, I really don't want to stay there."

"I think the people there are nice." Claire retorted from the side.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was setting, and it was obviously not suitable to continue into the mountain at this time, "Let's talk about the weirdness of that place as we walk, and you will see it in a while." Litton smiled wryly and shook his head.

Sigmund jumped into the carriage, and Claire huddled with him intimately. Everyone was an adult and understood everything. The change in the expression on Claire's brows already explained everything.

Marek could only get behind boringly.

In addition to the two brothers and sisters, there are two young men, a man and a woman, in Litton's team. The young man seemed to have some thoughts about Claire, but after vaguely learning about Sigmund's strength from Litton, he quietly Turn your head away.

Very realistic boy.

Litton's carriage was in front, and Sigmund followed behind. They climbed over the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire forest in orange. Looking into the distance, a dense and exquisite village appeared in front of them.

It is not as desolate and dilapidated as imagined. The houses in the village should have been built recently, scattered at the foot of the mountain, close to the village. A man feeding a horse recognized Litton.

"Are you going into the mountains again?"

"Yes, Tom." Litton replied with a smile. The man glanced and saw Sigmund driving behind.

"Good afternoon, stranger!"

The man raised his hand and greeted Sigmund with a smile.

"Good afternoon!" Sigmund smiled back.

After coming to this world, he has been shuttling around the city of Liam, and what he sees most is the social tear brought about by industrial development.

At this moment, what unfolded in front of his eyes was a romantic pastoral scenery. The sun was setting, and the afterglow of the evening made this small village full of warmth. Some people were feeding horses, some were weeding, and some were playing with unknown flowers in front of their houses.

Without the roar of steam and machines, it is simple and pure.

But the moment Sigmund raised his hand to respond to the man's greeting.

The incomparably harmonious pastoral scenery in front of him shattered in an instant, as if the pause button had been pressed on a movie that was playing.

All the villagers that could be seen in Sigmund's line of sight stopped their movements abruptly, then turned their heads in unison, their eyes widened, the corners of their mouths turned up, and they responded to Sigmund's greeting with the same smile.

Good guy.

A group is one.

Marek tapped lightly in the carriage, and got his reminder that Sigmund knew in his heart that the holder of the forbidden object was hiding in this village.

He didn't say anything, but thanks to Lytton's cover, their identities would not arouse too much suspicion, which allowed Sigmund and Marek to temporarily settle down and find the real hiding place of Childe in the village.

Head-to-head is the most unwise approach. If you find Childe and take back the forbidden item, the influence exerted by the item will naturally be broken.

Steering the carriage to the temporary residence, Sigmund carefully noticed it along the way. Although the village is small, there are definitely more than 100 people living here.

Most of them are young men and women, the oldest is around 40 years old, and there are no children.

"Could it be that Childe can stack the strength of 100 people together?"

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated. This superposition must have an upper limit, but the scope of influence of this taboo is obviously wider than before." Marek replied with a frown. This change is not a good thing.

"Looking at the size of the village, it should have been developing for a while. What is that guy planning to hide here?" Sigmund also felt a little weird.

Play to develop? Create a realistic version of Utopia?

After secretly observing for a while, Sigmund discovered the biggest characteristic of this village, harmony, everyone has their own independent life, but there is no barrier in interpersonal communication.

They are separate individuals, but at the same time they trust and consider each other like one person.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing that this kind of life continues.

"It's not that simple. There's a reason why it can be called a taboo." Marek said, as if seeing Sigmund's thoughts.

Before it was time to eat, Sigmund planned to go out for a walk under the pretext of looking for Claire, but not far from the door, when he looked up, he saw the Tom who greeted him at the entrance of the village sneakily standing in front of the window and looking around What.

Carefully leaning over, the creaking sound of the wooden bed a little closer and the sound of violent breathing penetrated into my ears.

It's really broad daylight.

Sigmund was speechless for a while, unable to tell that this guy was still a voyeur.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Litton's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "That's Tom's home."

"What?" Sigmund didn't react for a while, but soon he realized...

"In the room is..."

"His wife and the carpenter next door."

"This can be tolerated!?" Sigmund couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"He is not suffering, but enjoying it. Tom said that their happiness is my happiness." Litton replied.

At this moment, he could not feel any so-called harmony.

Everyone's smiles creeped him out.

Sorry for the late post.