The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund spent an unforgettable night on the top floor of the manor in the island fishing village.

Juana is now a level 5 walker, and her manipulation of plants is even more proficient. The floor and ceiling of the room are covered with grass, vines and flowers.

That feeling is particularly special. Sigmund can infer Juana's mood changes through the blooming of flowers and the trembling of plants in the room, and make more effective actions accordingly.

Feedback, improvement and feedback.

So wonderful.

It was ridiculous all night, and it wasn't until dawn that Sigmund lay down on the big bed covered with flowers and fell asleep.

Wake up feeling refreshed.

The matter in the island fishing village has basically come to an end, and the rest can be solved by Demoro and other professionals, but just when Sigmund was about to leave and return to Abetus.

"Where do you want to go?" A warm voice came from his ear, he turned his head, and in the sunny room, he saw a strange face.

"You... no, it's Juana!"

Sigmund had a vague impression of the woman's appearance. She seemed to be the princess of an island country who appeared in the banquet hall last night. The princess was tall, fair-skinned, and most importantly, extremely temperamental.

But taking a deep breath, Sigmund could easily distinguish Juana's breath.

"How did you become like this?!" He widened his eyes.

The fourth-order Thorn Knight of the Starry Sky Contract can control the peristalsis of flesh and blood, change its appearance, and the stronger ones can even restore the internal structure faithfully.

"Don't you like it?" Juana smiled, covering her face with her hands, and when she moved away, she had changed into another look.

"Ah... this." Sigmund was tongue-tied.

"You don't like this one either? What about now?" Juana turned around in a circle, and when she turned around, she turned into Charlotte.

"Don't, don't do this." Sigmund felt his heart beat faster.

"This is the most dazzling pearl in Abetus, you don't even like it?" Juana walked to Sigmund slowly and bent down with a strange expression on her face.

"It's not that I don't like it." Sigmund swallowed, "You become too fast."

"We can start with the first one and take our time." He forced a smile on his face.

"Don't you have anything to do?" Juana asked.

"What can I do, take a good rest today, and prepare to return to Abetus tomorrow." Sigmund replied.

"Does that mean I don't have much time left?" Juana smiled, and at the same time, the budding flowers on the head of the bed suddenly bloomed.

And just like that, a crazy day passed.

Early the next morning.

"You are leaving today..." Juana was a little reluctant.

"There are some things that haven't been dealt with, so let's stay for one more day." Seeing Juana, who had changed her appearance again, impulse overcame reason, "Just wait for the last day." Sigmund said silently in his heart.

third day.

"It's really the last day."

fourth day.

"My body can handle it..."

fifth day.

"It's terrible, the female rose knight is really terrible, who can save me, I really can't control myself!"

That night, when the night was dark, Sigmund took advantage of the sage time after Juana fell asleep and escaped through the window. He even suspected that every plant in the room exuded aphrodisiac gas, and with the ever-changing Juana, don't go...

Iron rods are ground into embroidery needles.

What Sigmund didn't know was that during the five days when he was reluctant to leave, there was a person on the island who was silently waiting to meet him.

Reuben.

Hearing half of Sigmund's poem that night, Ruben lost sleep completely after returning to the room. He found all his previous manuscripts, flipped through them one after another, and finally threw them into the stove in pain among.

At this moment, only the unfinished poem of Sigmund remained in his mind. After sitting all night, he tried to write a few more paragraphs, but often just wrote a few or two sentences before painfully papering over the paper. shredded.

Early the next morning, before dawn, he took the manuscript paper, stared at a certain room on the top floor of the manor, and waited silently.

"Be sure to ask about the second half."

But he waited all day.

The next day, the third day it was still the same.

Until they received new mission instructions and had to leave the island fishing village.

He boarded the return boat in a daze, but the careless Alec didn't notice the changes in his companions.

"Where did that guy Henrik go? I wanted to get to know him, he's such an amazing guy!" Alec said with emotion.

Ruben on one side pursed his lips and made no sound.

When they left, more boats were rushing to the island fishing village. Seeing the grand occasion in front of him, Alec couldn't help expressing emotion, "The pattern of the southern waters has been completely changed!" He glanced at Ruben.

"In this situation, shouldn't you write a poem?" Alec said with a chuckle as usual: "Our starry sky poet."

According to Alec's understanding of Ruben, at this time, Ruben will most likely respond with pride and humility, then write a poem, and make a serious analysis of the form, emotion and metaphor of the poem.

But this time, he waited for a long time, but only got Ruben's silence.

"What's the matter, great poet, no inspiration?"

Ruben leaned against the side of the boat and rubbed his face vigorously after a while, "I don't write poetry anymore, and I will never write poetry again!"

"What?!" Alec was surprised, and then he saw Ruben turned his head and said to him solemnly: "Don't mention me... writing poetry in front of anyone in the future."

"Especially against Henrik!" he finally emphasized.

"Why?" Alec was really hard to understand.

After thinking about it, Ruben took out a neatly folded manuscript from his pocket.

"What... I want to live with you? Damn it! Why are you showing me this? I'm normal!" Alec screamed strangely, but still subconsciously scanned the love poems on it.

"Huh...?" Frowning slightly, Alec raised his head and glanced at Ruben, "Is this your new poem? Tell me, buddy, this is the best one you've ever written!" Alec exclaimed.

"I didn't write this." Ruben said with a slumped face, "It's Henrik!"

"Can you imagine that he wrote this poem just to trick a girl into sleeping with him!"

"Shit! But this poem..."

"It's really well written," Alec continued.

"You see, even a layman like you can read it well," muttered Reuben.

"What about the rest, what about the rest of the poem?" Alec asked after reading it over and over several times.

"No, he didn't write the rest."

"Why?" Alec looked puzzled.

Reuben looked up.

"Because I only said the short paragraph before, that girl couldn't wait to follow him upstairs. As for what did they do in the room?"

"What do you think?" Ruben asked back.

"Write poetry in your room?"