The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

By the time Sigmund returned to the apartment, the sky was already bright, carriages were coming and going on Elm Street, and the people living here had started to get busy again.

"So the puppet I bought is alive?" Rebecca obviously couldn't believe what Sigmund said.

But thinking of the loud noise she heard last night and everything she saw in the room, she had to accept what she heard with her own ears.

In comparison, Lawrence seemed much calmer, as if he had experienced similar things.

"I originally made an appointment to meet Mrs. Gallard today, but now, the gifts I prepared went crazy, and now I can only go to this important meeting empty-handed!" Rebecca looked frustrated.

"If you want to be more open, at least you don't have another hole in your body."

Sigmund comforted him casually. With the strength shown by the puppet last night, the weapon in his hand could easily penetrate Rebecca's body.

But wait.

Why do I say... one more?

Uh... slip of the tongue.

Looking up, everyone's attention was obviously not here, and they didn't find any omissions in Sigmund's words.

"After all, I have a little responsibility for this matter. Let me give you a gift." Sigmund smiled and took out a glass bottle.

"perfume?"

"Did you buy it in Cross Street?"

Rebecca looked uninterested, but she understood that this was just a way for Sigmund to apologize, so she accepted it.

"The time has already been made, so that's all we can do." Rebecca sighed and went downstairs with a sad face.

Life must go on.

So only Sigmund and Lawrence were left in the room.

Lawrence had a strange expression on his face, he seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

"Hey Lawrence, don't worry, I'll find a way to get the house back."

"It's not all your fault." Lawrence looked relieved, but just as he was about to go up and give Sigmund a hug between men, he heard Sigmund continue.

"You've got to need a house when you and Rilla get married, to be respectable!"

"What nonsense? When did I say I was going to..."

"Then I'll come?"

"How dare you!!" Lawrence growled.

"Isn't it just seventeen years old?"

"No, you don't understand." Lawrence shook his head.

"I can't give her the happiness she deserves."

"It's enough to have you and Teresa. You can't be too greedy."

"Ten years later, I will gradually grow old, and she is at the best age for a woman. At that time, even if the relationship is still there, I will hate myself at that time."

"And then for the next ten years, I'll be his burden."

"If you really love someone, don't bind her in the name of love."

At this point, Lawrence hesitated to speak, his eyes gradually became firmer, as if he had made up his mind, but Sigmund was thinking about other issues, apparently not noticing the change in Lawrence.

"There's no work in the perfume workshop. I have to find something else to do."

Lawrence picked up his coat and put on his hat, but was stopped by Sigmund when he was about to go out.

"I know where you went yesterday."

Sigmund took out a stack of banknotes, "I got it from Ram. Although it's not much, it can make the family feel better."

Forty gold pounds, which is almost equivalent to Tony's salary for a whole year. Sigmund learned from Rebecca that Lawrence went to visit Tony's family yesterday.

Although it was an accident, Lawrence always believed that Tony's death had something to do with him. In fact, his guilt was more than Rila.

Workers in this era hardly have any security system, and they die when they die. Conscientious employers may leave a little money, but most of them just let it go.

It was said that Rila had secretly sent some money over there.

"You've really grown up."

Lawrence looked relieved. If it was the former Sigmund, he would never have given out this money.

"As I said, the money came from Ram."

Sigmund didn't feel that he was doing good deeds, and it was impossible for him to spend all his savings for Tony's family.

The matter started with Ram and should have ended with Ram. He is short of money, but taking out the part that doesn't belong to him can make Lawrence feel at ease, so why not do it.

As for how Lawrence explained, that was his business. In addition, Sigmund also took 5 gold pounds from the remaining 100 gold pounds and handed them to Lawrence.

It wasn't that he was stingy, but that he was worried that Lawrence would give away this part as well.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and watching Lawrence leave, Sigmund went upstairs to continue his study with the female assassin. Last night's progress made him very motivated.

Considering that Sigmund is not a pure assassin, Ashley also adjusted the course. Today, what Sigmund is instructing to learn is the application of firearms.

Basic standing posture, shooting on the move, quick drawing of the gun and almost intuitive blind shooting in the face of emergencies.

The progress bar slowly rose, and when Ashley lost her spirits, Sigmund finished his studies and returned to his room, opened the black box, and let all the breath entangle him.

During this process, the spirit and spiritual power began to merge on a deeper level.

On the other side, Rebecca, with a worried face, took a carriage to the center of Liam, the busiest church district.

The Mission District is the administrative center of Liam City, and it is also the most economically developed area. There are no smoky factories and no naked homeless people here.

Clean streets, rows of single-family gardens, and occasionally patrolling police officers can be seen along the roadside.

The carriage stopped slowly, looking at the house number on the side of the road, Rebecca took a deep breath, this meeting was too important, and the original plan was ruined, she was too nervous.

Putting her hands in her pockets, Rebecca carefully considered and chose a business attire before going out. It was only after she calmed down a little that she noticed a hard object in her hand.

The bottle of perfume given by Sigmund.

As a lawyer by profession, I struggled in an industry full of men. Normal work progress is very difficult, so Rebecca is not in the habit of wiping off perfume on weekdays.

It's not because I don't like it, but to deliberately eliminate the femininity in myself to enhance the confidence in the client's heart.

But at this time, under the nervousness, Rebecca accidentally opened the bottle of transparent perfume.

In an instant, the light fragrance filled the entire carriage. After a moment of surprise, Rebecca found that her anxiety seemed to have been greatly relieved.

"At least Sigmund has good taste in choosing perfumes."

As the concentration of perfume in the air increased, Rebecca gradually relaxed, so before getting out of the car, she took out a little perfume and wiped it on her neck and collar.

Surrounded by faint fragrance, Rebecca rang the copper bell at the door with a smile on her face.

At the same time, on the sofa in the living room, an old lady with silver hair was looking indifferently at the fat businessman sitting opposite him.

Antoine Perriot.