The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

With black hair, big eyes, and a delicate and small face, it was Teresa who hadn't seen him for a long time who appeared in front of Sigmund. Compared with the last meeting, Teresa looked a little weak and dazed at this time .

"Why is she here? When did she come here?" Shocked in his heart, Sigmund didn't say anything, but slowly sat opposite Teresa.

"What is this place?" Teresa looked at the furnishings in the room and said to Sigmund.

"You don't know where this is? Then how did you get in?"

"I don't know." Teresa shook her head. "It was a sudden feeling. My intuition told me that I should go somewhere, and then I came." Her fingers slowly moved from the lines on the table. Sliding over, frowning as if trying to remember something.

"This place gives me a very familiar feeling. I should have lived here, maybe I know someone here." Speaking of this, she raised her head and looked at Sigmund seriously.

"Is this your house?"

Sigmund shook his head.

"What about its owner?"

"It's gone. Just this morning, he gave his life to protect the city."

"It turned out to be dead." Teresa didn't have any expression on her face, she just sat there blankly, until the tears in her eyes slid down and dripped on the table.

"What is this?" Teresa raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, with complicated emotions in her eyes, "Is this my tears? It's so strange, why am I crying? Why after hearing the news of the death of a stranger ?”

But at this time, her eyes flickered, and she saw the figure coming out of the kitchen.

"this……"

Slowly stood up and walked in front of the doll, she carefully looked at the doll's hairstyle, decorations and clothes, "It's so strange, really strange!" The peace in Teresa's eyes disappeared, and she suddenly revealed A little irritable, she raised her hand and smacked her temple hard.

Buzz!

The terrible sound wave concussion caused Sigmund's eardrums to hurt, and the objects placed in the room shook, as if afraid of destroying the furnishings inside. Teresa stopped her movements in panic, but in her eyes However, the confusion is getting deeper and deeper, and the mood has become depressed.

"Sigmon, I can't remember, I can't remember anything about myself."

"It seems that you still remember me." Sigmund exhaled, which is really a kind of luck.

"You are one of the few people I can remember." Teresa walked around the room, and every time she went to a place, she always stopped hesitantly, then picked up the items in the room, and carefully sizing up.

And when she walked to the next position, the faceless puppet would step forward and put the items she picked up back into place, with the same angle and position.

Only then did Sigmund understand that the puppet in front of Dressel was not only a kind of nostalgia, but also a kind of guarantee. The memory of the superhuman would also go wrong, and the existence of the puppet could guarantee that all the people in the room would be safe. The decoration will always stay at a specific time node.

"Who the hell am I? Sigmund, can you tell me? Who the hell am I?" The more she looked, the more painful the expression on Teresa's face became. Nothing but helpless despair remained.

"I don't know where I come from, and I don't know the meaning of life. It's just that occasionally, I suddenly want to do something on a whim, and then... I will fall into a long blank and blank."

"When did this start?" Sigmund asked, "How long have you been in this state?"

"10 years, 20 years or more?" Teresa shook her head, "I can't remember clearly, people will automatically forget me, and my memory has a big problem." She tapped hard head.

"Not long ago, you went to the Baishan Church, right? You unlocked part of the seal of the Reborn Mother?"

"Church? Yes, I did go there...Let me think about it, you gave me a head..."

Bang bang bang!

She smashed her head hard, and Sigmund could even see a slight depression at the temple.

"Calm down, don't worry, I think the problem may be your own." Sigmund comforted, "Are you a contractor, Teresa? Or an ancient god?"

"Ancient God? I'm not." Teresa shook her head, "I'm a creator, but I'm completely different from all creators. I can feel that there is someone in this city with abilities similar to mine. , very close to my Transcendent."

"Create the Contractor?!" Sigmund's eyes widened. He had speculated many times about Teresa's origin. He guessed that Teresa's weirdness probably came from the so-called treasure.

He even speculated that Teresa was an ancient god who got rid of the suppression of the world's rules through a special method, but he never thought that Teresa would be a creator of the contract.

Because in his impression, Teresa has never shown the ability related to creating a contract.

"You mean Mr. Appleyard, he is a seventh-level giant spirit mentor. Do you feel stronger than him?" Sigmund asked cautiously.

"Appleyard? That old man is on the wrong path. I was much better than him at this stage... Wait, why do I say that? Have I experienced anything?" Trey Sha seemed to remember something, and fell silent again.

"Then Teresa, are you at the eighth level?" Sigmund took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "Maybe if we figure out your abilities, we will be able to know the real reason for this strange situation on your body .”

"Eighth level, maybe, maybe not, I have part of the power that belongs to the eighth level, but it seems that there is something separated from that level, but I can tell you, the name of the eighth level." Teresa frowned replied.

【Blank machine】

"This is not due to my own conclusions, but a voice in the dark told me that the eighth level of the creation contract should be called like this."

"Eighth level!" Sigmund couldn't help clenching his fists. This is really good news. Even if he loses his memory, even if his ability is not complete, but if he works hard, Teresa may become the top combat power of his side. .

"What about the specific ability?" He continued to ask.

"I won't talk about some less important abilities. The main ability of the blank machine is copying. I can copy the ability of any extraordinary contractor below the eighth level, and if the copying object is the same creation contractor as me, I will Then they can extend their abilities and forcibly raise their original abilities to the eighth level."

WC!

copy.

Sigmund couldn't help but swear, combined with the name of the blank machine, this ability is very similar to writing in a computer program.

copy and paste.

This is simply the strongest in the world!