The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

kill yourself.

Easier said than done.

"I investigated some history, and a lot of information is difficult to collect, but I can vaguely guess the identity of some people, they should be the last us, or earlier."

"Without exception, everyone failed."

"Because the interval between each rebirth is too long, no matter how many times you try, the chance of success is very slim, because the enemies are very strong and the difficulty of the game is very high." Louis smiled wryly.

"So the only way is to let the next rebirth come as soon as possible, and make corresponding arrangements based on the power I currently have. I want to give my successor as safe a growth environment as possible."

"I'm going to be a strategy book," Louis joked.

"Have you ever played Bloodborne? Have you ever played Black Soul? Or Sekiro or Nioh? That kind of game is only allowed to be played once, and there is no one in a million people who can pass the level."

"But if we change our way of thinking and add a forerunner and a strategy cheat book, will the possibility of clearing the level be greatly improved?"

"I hope my death can become worthwhile." Louis stood up.

"Let's stop here today. I know you still have a lot of doubts, but some things can't be said now. Once they are said, some futures will be specious. You should know how much impact this will have."

"Go to the fishing village. Go to the place where the head came down. I left you a gift there. As for the way to the fishing village, Juan Pablo will take you there. He was the captain of the sea at the beginning."

Am I such a stickler for pretending to be a prince? Sigmund couldn't complain anymore, and he didn't even know when the next air communication would be.

Looking for another First Empire parchment? It shouldn't be that simple, maybe an item or a trigger medium.

"Sigmund." Louis reached out and pressed little Sigmund's forehead.

"If I knew you were going to die someday, but I couldn't save you, would you resent me?"

"Didn't you say I'm a survivor?" The child raised his head, "I'm lucky, at least I outlived those who died." He stared sideways at Louis.

"Is it tomorrow?"

"No, many years later."

"Will it hurt?"

"Probably not, it's like sleeping in a carriage."

"What about you?" he continued.

"When you die, I will die too, because only then will the game start again."

"Let's have roast goose tonight." The child suddenly changed the subject.

"Aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that you won't be able to eat roast goose tonight?"

"It seems that I really asked a stupid question. Let's go, let's eat roast goose." Louis replied.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked away. Although Louis said it was easy, it seemed to be a relay game, but the essence of Louis was to experience more of himself, so Sigmund could fully feel the heaviness behind the lightness.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing under a big tree. Every leaf on the tree represented a memory, but because of Louis' relationship, many memories became incomplete.

In addition, there are a lot of falsifications, maybe Louis did it on purpose, in short, at this time, he has no way to find the real memory of his predecessor.

At this time, I and Louis are like two branches growing out of a tree. They have the same root but have many differences, but in the final analysis they have the same purpose.

"Fishing village, gift, Juan Pablo." Sigmund remembered.

He knew about Louis' past and Lawrence's origin, but there were still more questions waiting to be resolved. What was the treasure that Louis took out from the head of the superior? Could it be a gift left in the fishing village?

Who is Teresa? What other arrangements did Louis make over the years?

Spent a long time in the spiritual world, but back to reality, only a short moment has passed. Sigmund has experienced a lot this whole night. He was lying on the sofa in the carriage and refused to get up, just like that. He fell asleep in a daze.

At the same time, in a certain sea area in the south of the Kingdom of Elam, on a large deformed ship, an exceptionally tall, beast-like man pierced through the clouds in the sky.

"Have you found out what happened in Liam City?" The man's voice was like thunder, "Have you not found any news about Mr. Tree?"

"Lord De Moro, after the crossroads explosion, Mr. Tree was attacked by a mysterious man. After escaping, he sneaked into Liam City and destroyed the Cathedral of Dawn with the meteorite general."

"After that, no trace of him was found, and even the supernatural items he left on the island were not picked up again."

An ugly man replied, a tall man, only a little shorter than the giant Demoro, with huge eyes and a flat nose, and the corners of his mouth were split on both sides.

Like a catfish's face slapped on a person's head.

"Who would have thought that what the lunatic said was true, and the bishop of the Oracle Church actually sent back what we needed, but what is that?"

"It's just a shriveled empty shell." De Moluo snorted coldly.

"Sabiki."

"My lord!" said the ugly man respectfully.

"Go see the lieutenant general and tell him that the time has come to prove the glory of his bloodline, and go and tear up the coastal defenses in the southern part of the Kingdom of Elam!"

"In this summer, I will make the southern city of the Elam Kingdom a carnival venue for all the pirates, and make the situation completely chaotic."

"Hmph, the betrayal of a vice-admiral, no amount of extraordinary people can fill this big hole. In order to maintain the stability of the situation, what will the Duke of Abetus do?"

"The richness of the Kingdom of Elam is not only the church's heart, those guys in Knoss will not stand by, right?" His eyes penetrated the clouds and looked to the far north.

Mr. Tree, where did this guy go and what exactly is his plan?

…………

Early the next morning, after waking up, they jumped out of the carriage, returned to the apartment, and changed into clean clothes. The two of Rebecca were extremely curious about Sigmund's bald head.

Remembering what he had promised Newcomen, Sigmund drove the carriage to No. 52 Price Street after breakfast.

"How's the progress?"

"I have encountered a few difficulties, why do I have time to come here today?" Savery asked.

"I'm already level 4."

"So fast?!" Even though he had expected it, he still looked envious when he heard that Sigmund entered the fourth-level Savery. "Is there anything else at hand?" He asked suddenly.

"Nothing?" Sigmund felt a little strange, "That's why I came here to help."

"It turned out to be like this. I have long considered that you will enter the fourth level, so the teacher prepared a gift for you."

"So considerate?" Sigmund looked excited, "Where is the thing?"

"In the storage room behind you, the red sealed box, you can see it after you open it." Savery watched from a distance.

Entering the room, he couldn't wait to open the red box in his hand, but Sigmund was dumbfounded, because another red box appeared in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

He continued to disassemble in doubt.

New red box.

What about this doll?

One after another, they finally opened a palm-sized red box, and a golden key lay quietly inside.

"What is this?" Picking up the key in his hand, Sigmund turned around suspiciously, but at this moment Savery was standing at the door with a smile and waving his right hand.

"Have a nice trip, Sigmund."

In the next second, the brilliant golden light swallowed Sigmund's whole body. After a flash, there were only a lot of empty boxes in the storage room.