The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Duke Dressel's eyes flickered.

"So it's like this..." The duke seemed to understand something, and he didn't answer Sigmund's question directly, "Go, I will tell you when the time is right, and now I can only say that he saw what he shouldn't have seen." something to watch."

"Something you shouldn't have seen?" Sigmund looked confused. Of course I knew he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. I could guess that most of that thing was the head of a superior or a treasure hidden by Louis.

But the duke's answer...was really too perfunctory.

"When you are gazing at the abyss, is the abyss also staring at you?" Sigmund joked with a smile, but he didn't notice that Duke Dressel, who had always been calm and calm, had a look on his face when he heard this sentence. mutation.

Although he returned to normal soon, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated.

"There is nothing left to ask." Sigmund stood up, "This plan has obviously been in operation for a long time, and in order to cooperate with the rebellion in the southern waters, they also planned other things in Abetus , trying to distract us."

"In the investigation, do we need to pay attention to the collection of data in this area?" Sigmund asked.

"No need, I will send someone to take care of Abetus' matter, you just need to focus on the southern sea area."

The Duke didn't say anything more, and watched Sigmund leave the room.

He sat alone at the desk for a long time, then sighed, opened a hidden compartment of the desk, and took out an old sheepskin diary from it.

The sheepskin on the cover of the diary is scuffed and polished, and it is obvious that it has been frequently read.

Opening the first page of the diary, a line of clear handwriting appeared on the title page.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

"Is it just a coincidence?" Duke Dressel let out a breath, driving that familiar name out of his mind.

He pressed a hidden mechanism on the desk, the gears turned, the ground was sunken, and he soon came to a strange hall.

The hall is open, without any decorations around, and wooden doors of different colors are inlaid on the walls.

Pushing open a golden wooden door in the middle, stepping out, the scene changed, and Duke Dressel appeared in a luxuriously decorated room.

There were many beautifully framed murals hanging on the walls of the room. When he walked to one of the murals, the Duke did not know what he had done. The ink-painted scroll melted away, and a real scene appeared before his eyes.

Cups and utensils made of gold, crystal chandeliers, luxurious decorations, and a long table filled with all kinds of delicacies. On the main seat, a middle-aged man with a crown on his head and a slightly fat figure is sitting there.

Fred Augusta.

King of Elam.

"My lord Duke." A strange figure appeared beside Duke Dressel.

"Have you dealt with it?"

"It's been dealt with cleanly." The visitor replied, "We have re-adjusted the internal defense mechanism of the palace, but I suspect that His Majesty's secret...may have been known by the Church."

"If you know it, you know it. Paper can't contain fire. It's not easy to hide it for so long."

"Next, we'll see if time will be on our side." The Duke sighed softly.

"My lord, do we need to prepare in advance?"

"If the group of nobles and officials know this secret, Abetus will definitely be in a mess, and they will try their best to elect a new king to the throne through formal and informal means!"

"According to the order of succession, our prince... has already become the core saint of the church. Once he takes over the power of the kingdom, there will be no next 20 years. Elan will become the god of the church in a peaceful way. part of the country!"

"Your Excellency, this is an extraordinary time. Elam is the people's Elam. This is Prince Louis' belief. We cannot just sit and watch this country become a bargaining chip for those pedantic nobles!"

"Before the news spreads, we just need to secretly kill..."

Boom!

Before the words fell, the speaker felt as if he had suffered an invisible blow, his chest sunken instantly, and his whole body was knocked down to the ground by a terrifying force.

There was such a strong collision, but all the sounds were concentrated in a very small range, without spreading out at all.

"Leave Abetus and go to the south, the tasks here are no longer suitable for you."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

The man swallowed the gushing blood, and disappeared in place in a flash.

"Time is too tight." Shaking his head, the scene on the mural disappeared, Duke Dressel returned to the golden wooden door, took a step and disappeared into the room.

…………

At the same time, a secret message was passed on layer by layer, and was sent behind the red door of the Guanghui Church, and handed over to Bishop Norius Guanghui.

After crushing the confidential documents in his hands, Norius's eyes lit up, and then one order after another was issued, and he wanted to ensure that the news was accurate.

communicate.

A cloud of light and shadow appeared in the room, and Norius looked respectful, "My lord, our chance has come."

Bishop Guanghui was full of excitement, "We got news that Fred in the palace is just a pretender, and the real Fred may have died a long time ago!"

"Drexel has lied to us for so many years!"

"Expose this lie, Elan will belong to us!"

The light and shadow trembled, and then the voice of Pope Odosi came.

"Investigate carefully, I want to make sure this information is safe!"

"Yes, my lord."

"There is also the selection of the goddess." Guangying then asked, "How is it going?"

"The candidate has been basically locked down. The girl from Liam City has no problem, and her maid is also extremely good. In the past 10 years, except for the blasphemer, she is almost the best."

"Speed ​​up, and also, tell the guys at sea that they're disappointing."

"Your will is our mission!" Bishop Guanghui lowered his head. When he raised his head again, the light and shadow in the room had disappeared. He walked to the desk and opened the file.

With a glance, he marked one of the names.

Montana Manning.

"Take them to the glorious coffin." The bishop ordered.

"Is it too urgent?" A voice sounded from the room, "That Montana has just entered the third level, so going to the Coffin of Glory at this time may not gain much growth."

"Go, she will get through it." Bishop Guanghui replied indifferently, "If she fails, it will only prove that she is not devout enough."

At the same time, after leaving the Duke's mansion, Sigmund directly drove the carriage back to Elm Street. He planned to go directly to the southern island through the teleportation channel left by Newcomen early tomorrow morning.

As for tonight.

Naturally, it is necessary to fill the emptiness of Ashley for a period of time in the future.

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