The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Nightmare carriage.

"Sure enough, it can be summoned again!"

Sigmund kept lying on his side and waited silently for a while. He made an estimate based on the volume and flow rate of the hourglass.

"It will take about a week."

"I don't know what services the carriage can provide this time?" The lists he had seen flashed through his mind.

"Will there be a fourth category?"

But he knew he had more important things to deal with now.

hunger.

Must get something to eat.

The sea breeze was howling outside the window, but the room was silent.

Just when Sigmund was about to leave, a thin figure slipped quietly to the ground three beds away from him, and then tiptoed to the door.

The man opened the door quietly, took a look, and slipped out.

"It's that Steve, what is he going out for?"

"Is he like me?"

Sigmund waited patiently for another five minutes, then slipped out of bed quietly, and imitated the other party's appearance and came to the door.

The corridor outside the house was pitch black, and only lights were lit at the door or at the corner. There was no sign of Steve outside for a long time, and Sigmund didn't want to be nosy, so he leaned against the wall and came to the kitchen according to the memory of the day.

Stealing food from the kitchen, even if the servant here is caught by the master, is enough to be brought to court for theft.

After all, the supplies of this era are not as good as those of later generations. In most cases, the goal of stealing is food.

During the action, Sigmund quickly noticed the strangeness in himself. His limbs were more coordinated, and he deliberately imitated Steve's actions just now, which turned out to be a good result.

After a short period of adaptation, even in the dark without lights, the outlines of some obstacles can be seen clearly, which made Sigmund's actions not make any abnormal noise.

After a simple search, he quickly found the storage room in the kitchen.

Marco delivers supplies for the manor every week. Today's goods have just arrived, and they are extremely rich in meat and vegetables.

Sigmund found edible sausages and bread, and swallowed them.

Gulu Gulu.

If someone walked into the kitchen inadvertently, they would probably be frightened crazy when they saw this scene.

Hunger... The stomach bag is like a bottomless pit that can't be filled. When Sigmund felt a little bloated and stopped, he realized that he had eaten at least a meal for ten people.

But his stomach was only slightly bulging.

After eating and drinking enough, there were bursts of heat from all four limbs, and even a slight numbness at the fingertips. Sigmund knew that this should be the result of extraordinary power transforming the body.

Just after waiting for a while, the abdomen that was still a little swollen just now flattened out.

"Eat more, there is no chance during the day."

Filling his belly again, Sigmund tidied up, trying not to reveal too many flaws.

There are all kinds of food stored here enough to feed the entire manor for a week. As long as you don't count them carefully and scan them carelessly, you shouldn't see anything unusual.

But if you do it a few more times, you should be able to see the flaws.

"That's not okay, I have to find a way to get out of here."

"Create some mistakes and let them take the initiative to terminate the contract?"

"It can't be too serious about compensation, I have to think carefully."

After eating and drinking, Sigmund was about to leave voluntarily, but as soon as he opened the door, his body suddenly froze in place.

At the door of the storage room, a tall and fat woman blocked his way.

Sophie the cook.

Sophie stared at Sigmund's face, and pushed the door open with her broad palm, letting the supplies in the storage room fall into her eyes.

"Can I say that I lost my way while looking for the toilet?" Sigmund murmured in a low voice, and now he didn't even have to think about the reason. He would be sent back to town for stealing food tomorrow morning.

Slap.

Sophie walked into the storage room with her broad body close to Sigmund, and then closed the door casually.

There was a little light on the ventilation window, which was the lightning that pierced the night sky outside the manor. In this closed environment, Sophie's broad body enveloped Sigmund like a wild beast.

Looking at himself and the big woman in front of him, a strange thought suddenly popped up in Sigmund's mind.

"No screaming or talking, if she takes off her clothes next time, should I lie down or resist?"

After all, Sigmund's current skin is still somewhat pretty.

While Sigmund was thinking wildly, Sophie went straight to the place where the vegetables were placed, and picked out a few potatoes from a grid.

During the whole process, she didn't say a word to Sigmund, nor did she look at him, just opened and closed the door with potatoes and left.

"What's the meaning?"

Heart beating wildly, Sigmund opened the door, and at this time Sophie was already standing on the chopping board before work.

Put the potatoes in place and pull out the kitchen knife.

Click!

The sudden lightning illuminated the kitchen, and at the same time blood spattered, Sophie clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, and cut off her finger on the chopping board with no expression on her face!

Then, as if she couldn't feel the pain, she followed the wound on her hand all the way up.

Duo duo duo!

Chop half a palm into pieces!

In the process, the potatoes she pressed under her palm also suffered the same fate.

The potato juice and blood were mixed together, and the minced meat and mashed potatoes were also fully mixed.

Then Sophie stretched out her left hand, as if she was going to pick up the nearby plate, which contained the mixture on the chopping board.

But her left hand had already been amputated, so she could only mechanically use the wound on her arm to hit the edge of the plate again and again.

Baji Baji.

Blood dripped, but Sophie continued to repeat it expressionlessly, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

Sigmund's eyelids twitched wildly at the scene in front of him.

"What's going on, is this a new cycle? This woman is just a prop, repeating what she used to do?"

From the beginning to the end, except for the moment when the door was opened, Sophie didn't look at Sigmund again, and when Sigmund left, she was still mechanically hitting with a broken arm.

It's just that at that time, she was already on the verge of collapse due to excessive blood loss.

"Is she really alive?"

"Did she find me?"

With several thoughts intertwined in his mind, Sigmund walked carefully in the dark manor, and he even had the urge to break through the gate and leave.

"Calm down, it's not certain that this is a new space-time cycle."

The experience of the previous 28 days had completely changed Sigmund, especially the loneliness and death in that process.

"The rainstorm is approaching, the villa is built on a cliff, and the road down the mountain is rugged and steep, and the distance is too long. If you just run out rashly, you will easily die in the wilderness."

"I need a horse."

"In addition to escaping, it can also be used to satisfy hunger when it is critical." He was thinking in his heart, but his movements were extremely fast and silent, and he returned to his room without a sound.

Today is too late.

Not long after, Steve also sneaked in.

The experience just now had a great impact on Sigmund. He didn't fall asleep until dawn, and was immediately awakened by the piercing bell.

In order to facilitate management, special copper bells are placed in all the areas where the servants are active, which can ensure that the servants will hear the master's ringing of the copper bell in any room in the manor.

After finishing his job as a servant, Sigmund, who was already hungry, finally sat down at the dining table.

But he lost all his appetite just by looking at it.

"Delicious breakfast, no?"

Steve sat in front of Sigmund with a plate.

"Carrot stew with potatoes."

"There is minced meat in it, so fresh!"

Steve said with a smile while tasting the thick soup in the spoon.

"Who prepared breakfast today?" Sigmund put down his spoon.

He just wanted to know about Sophie's condition now.

The new book seedlings, everyone, pass by and leave a recommendation ticket. As a thank you, I will order a dish of minced meat and mashed potatoes for dinner. ''

The new issue has limited updates, one chapter each at 12:00 noon and 6:00 pm every day, after it goes on the shelves...it will explode.