The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Lead the remaining legendary battleships and wipe out the entire southern waters. I don't want another voice here." Before leaving the Abyss, Sigmund finally told De Moro.

After changing to the God of War, the speed of the ship reached the limit. After entering the scope of the naval inspection, the God of War changed its shape and returned to the original research ship. It didn't take long to arrive near the city of Liam.

Ordering everyone to wait for the boat, he returned to the city where he had been away for a long time.

Obviously it hasn't been too long, but when he came back here, Sigmund felt a little strange. The street is still there, but most of the familiar people are no longer here.

Casually wandering around the pier, where fish and snakes are still mixed, unknowingly he came to a certain street in the trade area, when turning the corner, a familiar voice came from a sudden distance.

"Mr. Gildo, welcome to come again next time."

"Gildo?" Sigmund stopped and turned to look not far behind.

After Sigmund, Marek and others left, Gildo was promoted to the captain of the demon hunter in Liam City. He was already extremely tall, and he was a third-tier demon hunter. Both need to stay in town.

After a period of pampering and pampering, his whole temperament has undergone great changes.

Exquisite top hat, tailored long windbreaker, and carefully groomed beard on the lips, the whole person looks more like a gentleman than a witcher.

Carefully hiding in the shadows, Sigmund didn't let Gildo see himself, he turned his head to look at the woman who was talking to Gildo just now.

At the age of 30 or so, mature and plump, the style of the corners of his eyes seems to have exposed what the two of them did just now.

This was nothing at first, but after taking a serious look at Sigmund, he recognized the identity of this woman.

One of Marek's former 16 intelligence officers.

Good guy, Sigmund remembered that Marek had mentioned that when he left, he had specifically asked Gildor to take care of his intelligence personnel.

Hmm... It seems that Gildo took good care of him, but I don't know what identity he is here. Could it be that he also played role-playing like Marek?

Contacting Gildo without revealing his identity, Sigmund disappeared from the shadows, and when he reappeared, he came to another street. He walked into a restaurant, ordered two food, sat down and waited for a long time, a black cat He jumped onto the chair opposite him.

"Harris, you're not going to communicate with me with a cat, are you?"

Drifting on the sea for a while, Sigmund ate too many canned and dried vegetables, and finally got ashore, so he naturally wanted to reward himself.

Before long, the panting little chubby Harris came to the restaurant and sat in front of Sigmund.

Sigmon worked with Harris several times when he was in Liam City and solved many problems. After leaving, although he did not explicitly ask Harris to help monitor Lawrence and Teresa.

But he believed that, as family members of demon hunters who died in the line of duty normally in name, Teresa and Teresa would receive some attention.

While eating and chatting, we exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Sigmund learned from Harris that Dr. Ryan was married, and his wife was his red-haired girlfriend.

The fate was ill-fated. For the doctor, this was a perfect ending. After chatting a few more words, Sigmund took the initiative to ask Lawrence.

"Mr. Skinde is missing." The little fat Harris took off his hat with a sorry face.

"What are you talking about, missing?!" Sigmund couldn't help raising his voice, "What about Teresa, where is my sister Teresa?" He then asked.

"Sister?!" Harris looked strange, "Sister? Mr. Skind only has you as a child, what sister?"

"It's just..." Sigmund suddenly closed his mouth halfway through the words. From Harris' eyes, he saw sincerity and some guilt.

But he knew that Harris was telling the truth, and he really completely forgot about Teresa's existence.

Forgot? What ability is this?

He felt a chill down his spine.

"It's nothing, tell me, how did he disappear?" Sigmund changed the subject.

"Not long after your death, Mr. Skind received a large pension. During that time, he seldom went out and often fiddled with perfume at home alone. We didn't disturb his life, but occasionally sent someone to visit him. .”

"It's all part of the normal process, and the people who go to visit don't know anything." Harris replied.

"But just three days ago, the staff went to visit Mr. Skinde normally, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time. Later, the woman who lived next to us told us that just two days before we went there, One morning Mr Skinder left here in a carriage with his trunks."

"We are still tracking down his whereabouts." Harris looked apologetic, "Sorry, this is all our fault."

"No, it has nothing to do with you." Sigmund shook his head. He just felt a little pity. He originally thought that after coming to Liam City and handing over the head to Teresa, he would be able to obtain further important information left by Louis. .

"No wonder, no wonder Louis didn't say when to see Teresa." Sigmund thought silently.

"He should have seen all this a long time ago. The time has not come yet." Sigmund gave up the idea of ​​continuing to search, but he planned to find a chance to visit Onila after returning to Abetus.

After all, Onila is currently the only Transcendent known to Sigmund who has the same contract as Louis.

"That's how it is." Sigmund finally said, "There is no need to send someone to look for it. He should go to pursue his own life, and that's fine."

After eating the food in the CD, he put on his coat and hat, "Tell Gildo that the captain already knew about his helping to condolence to the female intelligence personnel."

"This matter..." Harris also snickered, "Although there are some problems with the way of condolences, Captain Gildor is indeed cultivating our own intelligence personnel."

"You mean...?" Sigmund's eyes widened.

"That's right." Harris nodded, "They are really our intelligence officers now."

"Nice." Sigmund could only respond with a thumbs up.

Leaving the restaurant, Sigmund revisited his hometown and went back to Elm Street.

There were no familiar people, and the whole city seemed empty. When he came to the original Bell Tower area, the new memorial square had been established, and he saw his own statue in the most prominent position.

"It's really a wonderful experience to watch others commemorate themselves." Silently spit out, Sigmund was about to leave and return to the ship.

But at this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind Leng Buding.

"Are you looking for me, Sigmund?"

Sigmund was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing the identity of the owner of the voice, he trembled all over his body, his neck was so stiff that it was almost rusted.

Turning his head slowly, this simple movement almost exhausted all his strength, and then he saw that thin figure.

Trying to squeeze out a smile, Sigmund said dryly:

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

"Theresa."