The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Rilla's eyes widened. Unlike what she remembered, the man in front of her had changed a lot. He was taller and younger. At first glance, he might be mistaken for a twenty-seven-eight year old young man.

The overall outline has not changed much, but his temperament is very different, especially his eyes. After just a glance, Rila quickly looked away. She felt that the secret in her heart seemed to have been completely seen through by the other party.

"Law...Lance, why are you here? Are you... living with Sigmund now?" Rilla asked stammeringly.

"You know me, you know Lawrence?" The handsome man smiled, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "At your age, it's impossible, isn't it?"

"What did you say?" Rila instinctively sensed something unusual, took a half step back cautiously, and then carefully looked at the man in front of her again.

It's very similar, but there seems to be something different.

"Sorry... sir, I may have misunderstood the person." Rila instinctively chose to retreat, she calmed down at this moment, and felt a special sense of strangeness from the man opposite.

After speaking, she saluted quickly, and then turned around to leave.

"Wait." The man smiled slightly, but hearing his words, Rila's hair stood on end, and her whole body was dominated by great fear, because she found that she had lost the ability to move.

Obviously the brain can think, but the body is completely out of control. At this moment, Rila realized that this person is definitely not the Lawrence she knew.

who is he? Why does he look exactly like Lawrence? Could it be... did he do something to Lawrence?

"Interesting little girl." She heard the man say, "Would you mind sitting with me in the coffee shop in front, the morning time is just right, we can sit down and have a good chat."

"Of course, it's a great honor." Rila's eyes were full of fear, but she gave an affirmative answer in her mouth, as if all this came from her heart.

"Madam, do you want to get off here?" The coachman's inquiry came from the carriage not far behind. It was because Rila had delayed for too long and made the coachman wait a little anxiously.

"Let's go." The man waved his hand, and Rila heard a reply from behind, and then the carriage drove away. Only then did she realize that she had regained control of her body.

"Who are you?"

"Lawrence, didn't you call me that just now?"

"You're not Lawrence, who are you?" Rilla asked tremblingly.

"Compared with this question, I'm more curious about you, how can a girl like you know Lawrence?" Seeing him make no move, Rila took the initiative to follow the man into a coffee shop in the middle of the street.

Along the way, she noticed a very strange thing. Most people seemed to turn a blind eye to this man, even after entering the coffee shop. People seemed to ignore him consciously. It was strange that he was sitting There, but it seems to be free from everything.

The coffee is delicious, but Rila doesn't want to taste it.

"Tell me the story about you and this Lawrence." This strange man has a kind of magic power, and what he said is irresistible, so Rila holds the cup of coffee that she doesn't want to taste, and quietly tells about her and this Lawrence. The past between Lawrence and Sigmund.

Listening, the expression on the man's face changed from funny to serious, and when Rilla finished speaking, he nodded thoughtfully, "It turns out that this is the case, although there are many things you don't know, but to be honest, You really got to know two great people."

"Do you know who Lawrence is?"

Rila nodded.

"No, you don't know. Lawrence is the first bishop after the Oracle Church entered Elam. His prestige and strength can even be compared with a pope. His status is at the same level as the Duke of Dressel. .”

"What?!" Rilla's eyes widened. "He's just an ordinary perfume worker, at most he's a little handsome."

"And what about Sigmund?" the man continued.

"He is Lawrence's son. When we were in Liam City, we all thought he was dead, but now it seems that he should have become an extraordinary person, and his strength should be very strong." Rila was already a little uncertain .

"Haha." The man laughed happily, then he suddenly raised his hand and asked a person sitting on the table next to him, "Do you know who Sigmund is?"

"Duke Sigmund? Of course!" The person who was asked the question waved his arms excitedly, "Is there anyone in Abetus who doesn't know the name of Duke Sigmund? He is a student of Duke Dressel, from A small town in the south of Elam is called Liam."

"To be honest, I've lived in Elam for so many years, and I haven't even noticed this small city in the south. Just yesterday, Her Majesty the Queen was about to formally confer Sigmund as Duke. He is Elam's protector knight, is The head of the mysterious organization, the investigation bureau, and more importantly...hehe."

"He is Queen Charlotte's lover!"

"This..." Rila looked puzzled after hearing what the other party said, "Except for the same name and coming from the same city, this person is not the same person as the Sigmund I know at all."

"Is there something wrong?" The brain was exposed to too much information, which made Rila lose the ability to judge for a while.

"That's why I said, your life is really interesting." The man smiled and stood up, "Then you must have some way to contact your friend as soon as possible."

"You want to find Sigmund, what are you going to do?" Rila looked terrified.

"Originally, he didn't have such qualifications, but something happened recently, which made me change my view of him. I think he should also understand the truth of this world." The man replied.

"However, I don't want my rash visit to cause some people's misunderstanding. After all, in some people's eyes, strength means threat, but my luck is pretty good..." He glanced at Vera, "I think You should be willing to do me this little favor, right?"

"I am willing!" There were ten thousand resistances in my heart, but Rila still gave an affirmative answer.

"I met Sigmund when I left Dolei. He left me a contact information. I think, through this person, you should be able to find him...Oh my God!"

"Oh my God, what did I say?!" Rilla covered her mouth in horror.

"It's not your fault. Let's go and visit that Mr. Thomas. I hope he is a smart man and won't react excessively."

"There is one more thing." The man opened the door and took Rila out to the street. "Madam, if you want, you can call me by my name, Veramont."

"Compared to this name, the title of Creator is too cold."