The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund drove the carriage away from the cross street, and the pedestrians on the road gradually became scarce. He took out the items stored in the carriage, and then with a thought, he canceled the call to the Nightmare carriage.

At the same time, the hourglass starts counting again.

The surroundings were quiet, and the nightmare carriage slowly disappeared, but this scene did not attract anyone's attention.

Holding the toolbox in his arms, Sigmund walked slowly back to Rebecca's apartment.

The female lawyer was working upstairs. When passing by the door of her room, Sigmund greeted her and asked casually.

"Choose the right gift?"

Rebecca nodded, "I'm very satisfied. The owner of the store is not lying. The pair of dolls are indeed lifelike. At first glance, they seem real."

"Doll?!" Sigmund's heart beat violently.

"What kind of doll?"

"A pair of twins, a boy and a girl, are basically the same age as four or five-year-old children. To be honest, I didn't expect the craftsmanship to be so exquisite..."

"I think Mrs. Gallard's children will love this pair of toys."

"Really... that's really great." Sigmund laughed, but the expression on his face was somewhat unnatural.

After all, what happened at the White Seagull Villa impressed him deeply, and there was no clue about the disappearing Nick and the hidden mysterious man.

Could it be that Nick got it back?

No...not right.

The height and size of four or five years old are also very different from Nick.

Rebecca didn't think much, and quickly noticed the box in Sigmund's hand.

"What's this?"

She conveniently picked up a bottle on top, and the clear liquid swirled in the bottle.

"Did you buy a bottle to celebrate the removal of Mr. Lawrence from suspicion?"

"Uh... yes, yes."

Sigmund nodded wildly, and at the same time freed up a hand, snatching the bottle from Rebecca's hand.

That's Carnival beer, girl, and you can't drink that stuff casually.

"Remember to call me when you celebrate."

Rebecca didn't care much, and told Sigmund before leaving that Lawrence had already fallen asleep after returning, and told Sigmund not to disturb him anymore.

"Where did you put the doll?" Sigmund asked curiously.

"What's wrong with the storage room on the first floor?"

"nothing."

Sigmund waved goodbye and went upstairs with a thump.

It was already very late, so he didn't bother Ashley any more. After coming to his room, he took out the tools that Rilla had given her.

Small beakers, miniature distillation vessels, measuring cylinders, some miscellaneous auxiliary tools, and a small black box.

After opening, there are rows of glass bottles the size of little thumbs inside, and the ingredients of the corresponding essence are written on the bottles.

"Very good!"

These things are exactly what Sigmund urgently needs. There are not many things, but they are enough for an entry-level apprentice.

"Let's start with simply knowing the smell."

Sigmund pushed the table to the window and opened the window.

The weather in April is still a bit cool at night, but this is just enough to keep his mind clear and take away the accumulated smell in the room.

Unscrewing the thin bottle, the night wind blew in, bringing wisps of fragrance into Sigmund's nasal cavity. He first understood it instinctively and remembered the smell, then concentrated his attention and mobilized his extraordinary power .

In an instant, the world of smells was completely distorted in his senses.

His chest rose and fell, like a greedy beast, he was tirelessly acquiring unknown breaths. During this process, Sigmund did not notice that his spirit was lifted up and the spiritual power in his body was mobilized.

There is a strange fusion between the two.

"Sure enough!"

The speed of things progressed far beyond Sigmund's imagination. He thought he would fumble for a while, but he didn't expect this temporary attempt to open the door to the extraordinary.

"No, this is not enough!"

Spiritual power is like water that is about to boil, but the flame of the spirit is always a little bit warmer.

After capturing all the breath in the black box, Sigmund's spirit and spiritual power fell into a strange balance, and the two were about to merge but lacked a slight opportunity and pressure.

"Put in, focus, change!"

Sigmund's eyes were ethereal, and he seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. He took out a small beaker, held a dropper, and continuously took out the flavors he needed from the black box without any measurement.

Those breaths that were originally separated merged like ribbons, and at the same time, new changes took place in the liquid in the cup.

Swaying slightly, the turbid color became stable again, and suddenly a gust of wind poured into the room, taking away all the breath that had accumulated throughout the night.

After the scent vacuum, new flavors rose from the beaker, and at the same time, the balance between spirit and spiritual power was broken.

Like a sharp thorn piercing into each other, at this moment, he felt a connection between his spirit and spiritual power.

Weak but steady.

"That's it!"

It was only then that Sigmund noticed his physical and mental exhaustion, and he slumped back on the chair. Immediately, a new force surged out of his body to nourish his dry spirit.

But just when Sigmund felt happy and was about to stand up, there was an inexplicable whisper in the void.

The voice was messy and distorted, and couldn't be heard clearly, but inexplicably, the moment he heard this voice, Sigmund was attracted to all of his attention.

His entire senses were completely magnified, covering the entire room almost instantly, and spreading out quickly.

"Call... answer, call of the void!"

He muttered to himself, but in the next second, the hourglass in his consciousness flickered, and Sigmund suddenly woke up and pulled his spirit out of the quagmire.

"what is that?!"

"Is this the temptation Gildo mentioned?"

"so close!"

His back was already wet with cold sweat. Sigmund sealed the bottle in the black box, then found an empty bottle, and poured his own perfume into it to seal it.

It seemed that there was only a short moment in consciousness, but the coffee in hand was completely cold.

At the same time, he also noticed that the integration of spirit and spiritual power has been taken a big step forward.

"Could it be that these temptations in the void will speed up my promotion?" Shaking his head, he threw this terrible thought out of his mind.

There was silence all around, and Sigmund was very clear-headed at this time. He closed the window and turned off the light and climbed into his bed.

The night became darker, and Rebecca downstairs had gone to bed early, and the whole neighborhood fell into silence.

Time passed bit by bit, and in a certain room on the bottom floor, the boxes on the display shelves were shaking slightly.

Slap!

The long box fell to the ground, and the screeching sound of friction echoed in the room. The sound sounded like something sharp was digging at the board desperately.

Tuk Tuk!

Then came the dull crash.

click.

A big hole was opened in the thin box.

The eyeballs rolled around, and a delicate face emerged from the big hole.

The night is like a curtain.

The dolls are out to make trouble.

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