The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Outside the house, the villagers of the whole village were lying in one piece. The potion Marek used was very effective. At least until tomorrow morning, they might wake up one by one.

The three of Litton looked at Sigmund in awe. They still remembered the scene when Sigmund dragged Childe, who was like a dead dog, into the village from outside the forest not long ago.

"Boss, you said that this Henryk is a witcher, what is his weapon?" asked the young man beside Litton.

"Look at the gun on his waist."

"What gun?" The two looked intently, and under the firelight, the pistol pinned to Sigmund's waist exuded a silver-white light.

"This color..." Litton widened his eyes.

"No way? He actually added moiré steel to the pistol?!"

The purpose of their trip was to find moiré steel, and of course they couldn't understand the properties of this metal very well.

"Henrik, can you show me your gun?"

Sigmund raised his head and found that Litton was staring at his waist. Brother, your request is reasonable, but your tone and eyes are a little too much.

swish.

Sigmund threw out the pistol without hesitation.

Snapped.

With a slight drop of his right hand, Litton felt the weight of the pistol, and with the help of the surrounding light, the two people around him also came up together, and under close observation, they could easily distinguish the metal that made the pistol.

"It's really moiré steel, not the surface coating, but the overall structure... Look at the lines on it, this is a spiritual power cycle. Make this kind of spiritual power cycle on a precise structure, let alone see it, Never heard of it."

Litton expressed admiration, fondled the thick gun body fondly, and at the same time felt strong envy in his heart. He just wanted to find a small piece of moiré steel, but it was used to make the whole pistol in Henrik's hands. .

"Boss, I know why he doesn't have a weapon anymore." The little follower beside him whispered.

"Do you think he will be like that Marek?"

The three looked at each other and said in unison: "Fourth order?!"

Both of them are Tier 4, so no Metric weapons are needed.

Yes, that must be the truth.

I don't know what the three of them were muttering, but when Sigmund was about to enter the room to inquire about the progress of the investigation, a fiery body crashed into his arms.

It's Claire.

The girl wrapped her arms around Sigmund's neck, approached his ear, and said exactly the same words as Litton.

"Henrik, can you show me your gun?"

"You can go to Litton." Sigmund replied straightforwardly.

"No, you should know which gun I'm talking about." The chest squeezed, and Sigmund understood the flames in Claire's eyes.

He smiled slightly and asked back, "Oh... just to see?"

"Try it by the way!" Claire raised her head.

The night was dark, and the long night passed in a flash during the gun test process of the brother and sister.

Wake up feeling refreshed in the morning.

When returning the gun, Sigmund was taken aback by Litton's blood-red eyes, and thought that his whipping of Claire had aroused the other party's dissatisfaction. crave.

"What a good gun." Litton sighed.

Sigmund had a strange look on his face. He heard Claire say similar words many times last night.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone originally planned to part ways. Sigmund had a good impression of Litton after getting along with him twice. If a person like Litton improves his strength a bit, he can definitely become a qualified demon hunter when he is assigned to a city. or Captain.

Rather than like the one at home.

Childe's interrogation revolved almost exclusively on one topic throughout the night.

what does it feel like

Be specific, describe it carefully!

What the hell, besides the adjective cool, don't you know anything else? !

Sigmund could hear Marek's roar from far away.

If a demon hunter like Litton joins the official organization through the right channels, his development should be very fast. He mentioned it cryptically, and Litton seemed to be a little moved.

Before leaving, an interesting incident happened.

The strongest green hat guy in history, Mr. Tom, sat alone for a long time after waking up, and then, the past experiences and emotions flashed in his mind again.

He found the carpenter next door who was still unconscious in the crowd.

next thing...

Poor Mr. Carpenter, he can only be Mr. Master Carpenter in the future, the stick that supported him for the first half of his life is broken.

After dealing with everything and taking Childe with them, the three of Sigmund left the mountain village. The capture of forbidden objects was completed, but for those who were forcibly connected together, all this did not end.

Human nature was completely distorted, and the dream home put together by evil forces was completely shattered.

"The two fourth-orders are really powerful men."

The three of Litton sighed.

"It's really strong." The only female member of the trio repeated.

"Didn't you notice?" She spread her hands, "Claire, you haven't gotten up until now."

Litton said he was very sorry.

…………

Sigmund was sitting in the rickety carriage, holding a notebook in his left hand, and writing quickly with a pen in his right hand.

"Everything went well, Sigmund, Rebecca and I came to Abetus by steam train and settled down smoothly. We live in the familiar Elm Street, yes, you read that right, it is Liam City That Elm Street."

"It's not surprising that the two cities have streets with the same name. It was precisely for this reason that Rebecca chose to live there when she first came to Liam City."

I am used to the bustling London, the river Thames and the towering towers in my memory, but even so, Abetus is still impressive. I have to say, this is a unique city, you will love it here .

I revealed to Rebecca that you are still alive according to what you said, she is very happy, and I hope you can have a good drink with her after you come to Abetus.

She lives in a huge family with strict hierarchy and many rules, and she came back here to develop her own business. But obviously, the relationship between Rebecca and the family members is not harmonious, and she seems unwilling to use their influence.

The new environment, the new life, there are many things that I need to adapt to. Although I will meet you in my dreams every night, I hate washing the sheets after waking up, and I don’t want to lie on the bed alone and experience it carefully.

I hope to see you in Abetus.

face to face.

The pen stopped sliding, and Sigmund couldn't help showing a smile when he saw this. Although thousands of rivers and mountains were separated, it did not hinder the relationship between him and Ashley.

Almost every night, he has to enter Ashley's dream through the ability to enter the dream. The rest of the gentlemen should be very clear. Because of the absurdity of the dream, the two of them can often experience many postures and methods that cannot be tried in reality. .

To be honest, Sigmund did not expect that one day he would transform bed exercise from physical activity to mental activity.

But how to put it, although the process is pleasant, there will always be a trace of emptiness after waking up, and even a few days later it will induce deeper desires.

become more...

Just as he was about to put away the pen, his fingers moved and the paper rubbed.

Within three days, if you can appear in Abetus, I would like to try the one you mentioned yesterday in reality...

Snapped!

Sigmund couldn't wait to close his notes and put away his pen.

Boom boom boom.

He tapped a few times to get Marek's attention.

"Captain, is there any more missions? When can we get to Abetus?"

After dealing with the incident of the taboo [group], they drove the carriage all the way north, running continuously for nearly half a month, dealt with several extraordinary incidents and completed the containment of the taboo.

After this period of time, Sigmund's spiritual power has grown rapidly, and he has steadily passed more than half of the third level. If he wanders around for a while, he should be able to meet the minimum standard for promotion.

At this time, they were not too far away from Abetus, and they could drive them with all their strength, and they could reach them in two days at most, but it was obvious that the high-intensity battles and extraordinary events made Marek's spirit less stable.

Sigmund has already noticed that his captain has a little violent impulse, but overall the problem is not serious, and it is still within the controllable range.

Next, if the two rushed to Abetus, then Sigmund should be able to arrive before Ashley's agreed time.

So……

Long goodbye is better than a newlywed, but if Marek continues to work, Sigmund can only go together.

"Originally there was a plantation in the west that we needed to deal with, but we were lucky. Others went there to help us solve it first, so we can go directly to Abetus to have a good rest."

"marvelous!"

Sigmund rolled over to the driver's seat of the carriage, "Go and take a rest, I'll take care of the rest of the way."

"Okay." Marek frowned, annoyed.

"It's a pity, Sigmund, that taboo item [group] would devour the user's lifespan, no wonder Childe would age so quickly, from a young man less than 30 years old to a 40-year-old in just a short time Many years old middle-aged people."

"It's been more than 10 days, why are you still thinking about this?" Sigmund laughed for a while.

"Because I really want to experience it once. You know, Sigmund, many times, the more you can't get some things, the more you want them."

"During the exchange of information, I received news that Childe's crime has been sentenced, which is not much better than direct hanging, but you know, this guy begged the interrogator hard."

"He hopes that he can use any price in exchange for the last chance to use [group]. He said that after experiencing the real bliss, other things are meaningless to him."

It's mental poison, Sigmund lamented.

Marek also nodded, "Do you know what he said that night when I asked him how he felt about connecting ten people after using [Group]?"

"What?"

"He said, it's so cool." Marek looked serious.

"This description is really..." Sigmund opened his mouth, speechless for a while.

"No, that's not a description."

"Wait!" Suddenly Sigmund understood something.

"Literally?"

"Yes."

"It really exploded?"

"It exploded."

After a long silence, Sigmund gave Marek a thumbs up.

I still want to try it after it explodes, Captain, you are so awesome.

At the end of last month, many small partners voted for monthly support. Today, I will add an update for everyone, first post 3000 words, and then there will be 3000 more. thanks for your support. It may be a little later, I can only write now if I don’t have it in hand. Forgive me.