The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Just when Montana and the others were visiting and reviewing the history of the church, behind the red door, in the solemn and luxurious room, the glorious bishop Norius, who was wearing a pure white robe, looked at the light and shadow in front of him respectfully.

As the envoy of the sixth-level silver soul and the bishop of the Guanghui Diocese, the only person who can make him so respectful is the seventh-level guard of the church in the Kingdom of Elam, Pope Odosi.

Norius is in the prime of life, he looks only in his 40s, his black hair is combed neatly behind his head, his nose bridge is high, and the lines of his face are sharp, giving people a sense of majesty without anger when he is not speaking .

"My lord Pope, the investigation of the incident in Liam City has almost been completed. The blasphemer Bellegarde appeared. According to Igor's investigation, when he arrived at the Church of Dawn, he felt a terrible aura. The power surpassed The level of evil gods."

"Maybe it really is the breath of an ancient god."

"How did Igor die?" Opposite Bishop Guanghui, the hazy light and shadow asked, and it was not the Pope himself who appeared here.

"I don't have any clues. But being able to kill a 6th-order silently, such power..."

"I can't do it either." Light and Shadow sighed.

"Could it be...?"

"There is no need to guess. At least we have proved one thing. It is not that there is a problem with the direction of our research, but that the most important thing in that skull has really been taken away."

"Is this Louis Prince Louis? Is he still alive?" Bishop Wang Hui asked.

"Impossible, he is dead, I'm sure." Guangying replied indifferently.

"But……"

"There is no but, take that head, go to the sea, and give it to those who have been looking for it, and leave the rest to them." Guangying ordered.

"Are you really going to hand over that head to them? With this head and the rest, maybe they can really successfully summon the coming of the superior." Bishop Guanghui was a little worried.

"Let's do it, the goddess has seen everything clearly, war is the worst plan, and we still have many opportunities before that."

"The morning light is shining, the goddess is supreme." Bishop Guanghui bowed and saluted.

"How is the selection of the goddess going?"

"Everything works, except for one that stands out."

"oh?"

"A Tier 2, from Liam City."

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The so-called Blue Harbor is not a brothel, to be precise, it is a high-end club that can provide leisure and entertainment.

Clean and tidy carpets, furniture made by high-level craftsmen in the south of Konos, the sun had already set when Sigmund and the others got there, and it was the busiest time of the day for this kind of place.

All kinds of men come and go, although they have never been to such a place, but the general rules are more or less familiar from books and movies in previous lives.

As soon as he entered the door, Sigmund generously took out a roll of banknotes. He didn't speak, but pointed to Marek who was by his side.

"Ask for the best."

"Excuse me, sir, which activity do you prefer, painting, music, chess or reading?"

"Let's paint." Sigmund replied casually, and he looked at Marek, "This gentleman is especially good at painting women." After understanding the meaning in Sigmund's eyes, Marek nodded frantically.

"My fingers are very flexible, and all the ones I have tried are good."

Sigmund was not stingy, and took out all the money on his body, "Have fun, captain."

"Aren't you coming together?"

"No, there are important things to do tomorrow." Sigmund shook his head. If it is okay to simply understand the customs and culture here, there is no need for in-depth communication.

"Alright then." Marek didn't care, and quickly focused on his eyes.

"Sir, on the subject of painting, there are a total of 5 ladies who can discuss with you, which one of them would you like to meet?"

Nodding in satisfaction, after observing carefully for a long time, Marek suddenly asked: "Which of these five ladies has ever been married?"

"marry?"

"Sorry sir, there isn't one."

"What..." Marek looked disappointed.

"What about the others, who was married?"

"This..." Seeing that Marek didn't seem to be joking, the waiter quickly investigated and gave the answer after a while, "There are three ladies who have been married before, and among them..."

"Wait, which of these three people's husband is missing?"

At this time, the reception staff were completely confused by Marek, only Sigmund who was standing aside couldn't help laughing.

Even if it's prostitution, I have principles.

"Sorry." The receptionist was about to cry, "They are all divorced normally, and the husband should still be alive."

"That's a pity." Marek sighed, grabbed the wad of money that Sigmund put on the table, and put it into his pocket with a calm face.

Sigmund stared wide-eyed, watching Marek's series of operations.

"This money..."

"Your." Marek said, Sigmund nodded, and then stretched out his right hand.

"The money is yours, but you treat me to spend it. I don't need it now, so... the money is mine now."

Nima... Sigmund's eyes widened.

Although this logic is outrageous, it can be justified, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it, but seeing Marek's expression at this time, Sigmund is still a little upset.

"To be honest, are you out today to prostitute or cheat?"

At this moment, Sigmund deeply felt the dangers in the world, and he was still too young, until he drove back to his apartment on Elm Street, he was still brooding about it.

For this reason, he had to add two extra servings of steak for an hour before going to bed in order to help digestion.

Early the next morning, after waking up and having breakfast, Sigmund went straight to the Duke's mansion. Before going to bed last night, he absorbed most of the energy in the hourglass, which increased his spiritual power a lot.

This is only the third level, and the demand for spiritual power is getting more and more exaggerated, and the promotion time in the future will definitely be greatly extended.

Duke Dressel's plan for Sigmund is very simple, extraordinary stimulation, and stable transformation. Considering Sigmund's uniqueness, he can maximize the efficiency of this simple process.

In the next few days, Sigmund stayed in the Duke's mansion for food and lodging. Through the ceremony and the blessing of some extraordinary items, in just ten days, Sigmund raised his spiritual power to the minimum level that could be promoted to the fourth level. Require.

But that's not the end.

"Normally, the spiritual power you have now is enough for you to be promoted to the fourth-tier executioner, but the path we have to take is different. You need to compress the spiritual power in your body to the limit, and then accumulate the chaos value."

"Destroying the rhythm weapon is just a tricky method. The important thing is to guide, in addition to the construction of the memory palace."

The Duke looked at Sigmund, "Go and rest for a few days, relax, and I will send someone to notify you then."

After several days in a row, Sigmund was really tired, so he said hello and left.

"Teacher, shouldn't we remind him?" Charlotte said, watching Sigmund leave.

"No, it's just to increase his chances of encountering extraordinary events in the past few days. It's a preparation for promotion. He needs some more direct and specific stimulation." Duke Dressel opened the book in his hand.

"Is there any danger?"

"It's okay, Sigmund is far stronger than what you see."

"But after all, it was a taboo thing that interfered with him..."