The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Opening the somewhat worn sheepskin diary, Sigmund saw a line of clear writing:

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

"There's no need to be so pretentious, right?" He murmured silently, then turned to the next page, but halfway through the action, Sigmund's arm suddenly froze in mid-air.

"This sentence..." He raised his head and looked at Duke Dressel who was sitting across from him.

But the Duke just sat on the chair with a calm expression on his face. As long as he didn't want to, no one could guess his thoughts.

"This is Louis' diary, or that Prince Louis's!" Heart pounding, Sigmund turned to the next page.

"Meet you again, Sigmund." The familiar square characters came into view.

"No, in our situation, to use a more elegant word to describe it, it should be as literal as the face. When you see this diary, I hope that Dressel sitting opposite you is still alive."

If he dies at this time, it means that everything I planned before has gone wrong, luck is not on our side, and if he is sitting opposite you intact, then next, I am happy to tell you .

In a sense, we have gained a bit of a head start in the process of this large-scale game strategy.

You should have given that head to Teresa, are you curious about who she is? Want to know what she got from me?

My friend, no, the other me, this is not the time, but you are not far from the truth.

I can't see it, but Abetus should be a prosperous and beautiful city at this time. I like this city, it's like I moved from the game to reality.

But I think, at this time, you should have realized that the prosperity and peace of Abetus is just an appearance. If there is no way to deal with the following things, then this city will not have the next 20 years.

I don't know what you will do next, but Teresa should be able to buy you some time, seize this last breathing opportunity, and expand your results as much as possible. If you don't destroy more enemies here, then Then came the real challenge.

There's a good chance we're going to fail badly.

But what I can tell you now is that the Kingdom of Elam is very important. It is not because of some personal feelings that I asked you to help me protect her, but that the existence of this country can buy you some time.

For once Elam is consumed, our foes will be invincible.

And then, no matter what you plan to do, I hope you can trust Dressel as much as you trust me.

No matter how outrageous what he wants you to do.

Also, tell Dressel that he fulfilled his promise to me and is a true knight.

Crash.

Sigmund quickly flipped through some worn-out papers. The information was not recorded densely together, and some pages only left a sentence or two, so after flipping through the above content, unconsciously The diary is half over.

But when Sigmund couldn't wait to turn to the next page, what appeared before his eyes was a large blank space. He continued to check backwards, but the remaining half of the diary did not record any information.

"Gone?"

"What about the rest?!" Sigmund subconsciously stood up and asked impatiently.

"What's left?" Duke Dressel asked blankly.

"Only half of this diary is written, and the rest is blank. Even in the written part, sometimes there are only one or two sentences on a whole page."

"What about the rest? Is it in your hands, the second diary or the third?" At this time, Sigmund no longer thought about hiding secrets, and Dressel was able to take out this diary. Prove that he has already guessed something.

In other words, this is also part of the plan.

The Duke lowered his eyes slightly, he hesitated for a moment and lightly rang the copper bell on the table.

Not long after, Princess Charlotte came in from the door.

"Look at this diary." The Duke pushed the diary to the other side.

Charlotte looked puzzled. She had seen her teacher flip through this sheepskin diary many times when no one was around, and she could tell that this diary was of great significance to the teacher.

With curiosity, Charlotte opened the sheepskin diary, but after a brief glance, there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

"Read it out." The Duke said calmly.

The weather was fine on May 6.

The Abetus Daily, this newspaper finally has the meaning of existence, and they have the foresight to speculate on the stimulating effect of mechanical development on the entire kingdom's economy, but those nobles in the court are a bunch of idiots... No, The same cannot be said, they were just blinded by gold.

Dressel told me today that he saw something strange in that broken book, he told me that hunters are going the wrong way now, I don't know, but I think he should be right .

After all, my vision is not bad. When I brought Dressel back, everyone believed that he would accomplish nothing, but those idiots, how would they know?

Dressel would go down as the greatest witcher of our time.

"What is this?!" Sigmund's eyes widened.

"This is Prince Louis' diary." Charlotte replied seriously.

"How is it possible?!" Sigmund snatched the sheepskin diary from Charlotte's hand, and flipped through it quickly.

Page after page, the paper was flipped by him, but he could only see sporadic and familiar square characters, but he didn't find anything about what Charlotte said.

"What's going on?" Sigmund turned to look at Duke Dressel.

The Duke did not speak, waved Charlotte to leave the room, and then retrieved the diary from Sigmund's hand.

"What I want to tell you is that the King who is currently active in the court is a fake."

"And this matter has been known to the top of the church. They are using various means to confirm the authenticity of this matter. Once confirmed..."

"Then it's time for Elan to live and die!" Sigmund said in a deep voice.

The 20-year peace treaty is about to expire, and the fake king, the foolish prince, and a large group of nobles who secretly joined the church, Sigmund smiled wryly, this is really precarious.

"The one in the court is fake, so what about the real one, is he dead?" Sigmund asked.

The duke hesitated, but answered truthfully:

"Dead, died twenty years ago!"

"Well, now the difficulty of the game has been upgraded." Sigmund couldn't help complaining, "What should we do next?"

"You go to solve the matter of the pirate meeting first, and we will talk about the rest when you come back." The duke replied.

"That's the only way." Sigmund nodded, and then looked at the Duke: "You didn't ask me about the contents of the diary, and you didn't ask me to prove anything."

"Your reaction just now has proved everything. In our eyes, this is just an ordinary diary. Only you can discover its true mystery."

"Is there a second diary?" Sigmund asked.

The Duke smiled, but did not answer.

Well, aside from talking to the other side, Sigmund really had nothing to do with him. When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something.

"There is a sentence in it for you."

"What?" The Duke's voice trembled suddenly.

"He said you kept your word and were a true knight."

Sigmund opened the door, and Duke Dressel's hearty laughter suddenly came from behind him.

"What did you say?" Charlotte stood at the door with a look of surprise, "I have never heard such a laugh from the teacher."

"He got affirmation from a friend." Sigmund replied with a smile.

(end of this volume)