The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund's breathing stagnated slightly, and he felt undisguised vigilance from Maria's heavy tone. This was the first time he saw a similar expression on Maria's face.

"A walking god?!" Sigmund's heart beat violently. He raised his head and looked at the other person's appearance seriously. With just one glance, he saw that it was a man and not the Lawrence he knew.

"What an unexpected surprise." Villamont looked at Maria with great interest, and the two of Sigmund stepped into the living room. The transmission channel in midair was closed, and the room returned to normal.

Sigmund looked around and saw Thomas, who was trying his best to restrain himself, and Rila, who looked blank, "Thomas, take Rila down to rest, there is no need for anyone to serve you here."

"Wait a minute." Villamont said suddenly, "A pot of coffee, add a little sugar, thank you." Villamont spoke calmly, as if he was the owner here.

"Can you change your face?" Sigmund glanced at Villamont, "I know you're not Lawrence, and it's hard for me to maintain my composure with this face."

"To be honest, changing the appearance was originally the easiest thing for us, but something happened to my body, so I can only maintain this face at present."

Changing appearance and teleportation channel are basically the unique abilities of starry sky contractors, which made Sigmund develop some associations. He didn't ask, but slowly sat opposite the man.

"I'm Sigmund, and this is my friend Maria. Thomas said you should come to me again if you have something to do, so I should at least know your real identity before officially entering the topic."

"Of course, it makes sense."

The man nodded, "I'm Veramont, this is my name. Few people know this name, and those who believe in me are more used to calling me the Creator."

Creator.

Sigmund's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly remembered the first time he met Bellegarde when he returned to Abetus from the sea. At that time, Bellegarde had become Belgard, and the merchant on the ship was asking him During the introduction, a weird evil god organization was mentioned.

Afterwards, he also checked some information. He originally thought that the Creator was just an evil god who bewitched ordinary people, but combined with the transformation of Bellegarde, he quickly realized that this so-called Creator is by no means simple, and its own strength is absolutely beyond up to the seventh step.

But today, when the man who claimed to be the Creator appeared in front of his eyes, Sigmund realized how wrong his previous guess was. He obviously didn't notice any fluctuations in power from the other party, but the vastness like a starry sky The sea-like feeling makes people breathless.

"I've come to ask for your help," continued Villamont.

"I can't think of how I can help, after all, you look much better than me."

"No, you still don't understand the essence of a superhuman. No one can know everything. We all try our best in our respective fields. Now, I need the help of a level 7 hunter." He looked at Sig Blindfolded.

"Drexel was originally the best choice, but it's a pity that he died, and the original you are far from what I want. If I didn't know something recently, I changed my view of you. Then there should be no meeting today. You are not really at the seventh level yet, but the difference is not much, and you only need a little help, and you can get over it."

"Why do you think I'd be willing to help?"

"To be honest, I'm very good at persuading people." Villamont said while glancing at Maria, "But I'm a reasonable person, and I don't want to force others to make things difficult. I will give you an answer that you have to promise me." The reason, besides... this can be regarded as reciprocity."

"What's the meaning?"

"You have occupied the secret world hidden in Abetus, and it seems that you have sealed the door, but what about the gatekeeper? Don't you wonder where the gatekeeper went?"

"It's you?!" Many clues were connected in his mind, and Sigmund instantly understood something, "Where did you send Bellegarde?"

"I just help believers fulfill some of their wishes, and then achieve my goal by the way. We each get what we need, which is fair." Villamont replied.

"The gatekeeper is very powerful. He occupied the body of Bishop Lawrence. I devoured him and drove him away. Otherwise, if you want to occupy that secret world, you will have to pay some price. From this point of view, I It should be considered a big favor to you."

Sigmund nodded. He didn't reject the other party's statement, because the benefits they got were obvious.

"And this is just one of them. More importantly, helping me is helping yourselves." At this time, Thomas walked into the room cautiously, put a pot of coffee in front of Veramont, and carefully added coffee to the cup. Sugar filled the coffee, and Thomas left the room quickly.

"In the era we lived in, there was no such delicacy." Villamont said with emotion, "It was really a bad memory, and only those idiots would think that the old era was beautiful, but in my opinion, even if it is God also needs to keep pace with the times, because a new era creates new rules."

"Only by adapting to the rules can one become a new god in the new era."

"You are an ancient god?!" Although he had already guessed, Sigmund was still a little surprised, because this is an ancient god who can walk freely.

"Ancient God? That's just a general title, but I'm different from them, because in our era, the ancient gods you talk about are also ruled by us, and we are the rulers above everything!"

Villamont sat up straight.

"Old Dominator?!" Sigmund blurted out with a strange expression.

"I like this name." Villamont thought for a while and agreed.

Well, Sigmund couldn't complain anymore.

"In other words, you and the Goddess of Dawn of the Oracle Church are at the same level?" He continued to ask.

"The Goddess of Dawn? That's a fictional god that doesn't exist at all." Veramont said surprisingly. Although Sigmund had already guessed about this result, he was still surprised after hearing the real answer.

"Since the Goddess of Dawn is a fiction, who is hiding behind the Oracle Church and manipulating all of this?"

Veramont was silent for a while, "I can't tell you his name, I can only say that he was born in the first era just like the mother of rebirth, and what I asked you to help find this time is the name of the mother of rebirth. Mother's original blood."

"This blood can solve my problems, and at the same time, it can save millions of lives in this country. I think this should be enough reason."