The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Me, the savior?" Sigmund was stunned, and a thought subconsciously flashed in his mind. This kind of bad taste should be what Louis did. It seems that the magic stick succeeded in killing the group of people in front of him again. Brainwashed.

But there is something to say, don’t hold yourself up high if you have nothing to do, and you can break free from Ambrose’s control with a slight movement of your body. The height gap between the two is huge. Children who didn't grow up.

"You are Sigmund Skinde?!" Ambrose stared at Sigmund, "Where are you from?" She asked expectantly.

"Abetus of Elan, if you go back further, it will be Liam."

"It's exactly the same as in the fable!" The little girl Xinowei exclaimed, and other people around also approached and looked at Sigmund with curious eyes.

At this time, Villamont, who was standing aside, was completely ignored.

As an ancient god who has lived for several ages, Veramont is also a little confused at this time. I don't know when, no matter where, as long as this young man appears, he will soon attract everyone's attention and become The focus of the field.

Not long ago, he was talked about as a legendary figure, but now, he has once again become a foil for Sigmund. Villamont didn't have any thoughts about this, he just felt a little speechless.

"It seems that my era has indeed passed." He sighed sincerely.

"The origin of the name can be matched, it really is him!"

"The savior spoken of by the prophet has really come to Nosferatu! All this is true, we are saved!"

"Of course they are all true. Without the Prophet, we would not be where we are today. Are you questioning the authority of the Prophet?"

"How is it possible? I am the most loyal follower of that lord, and everything the prophet predicted to us has come true one by one, even the accident not long ago..."

Everyone was talking about it, and Sigmon also captured some information from their discussions. It seems that when he came to Nosferatu, Louis did a lot of things with his abilities.

So now, where is he? A trace of expectation rose in Sigmund's heart.

"Please come with me." Ambrose changed her contempt just now, looked at Sigmund with some respect hidden in her eyes, and then she turned to Villamont, "Dear sir, I'm sorry, we have some Things need to be verified..."

"You can do whatever you want." Villamont didn't care about being left out, he waved his hand, and finally said, "Sigmon is my friend, no matter what he has to do with what you are talking about, I will stand firm." On his side, I hope you can understand the weight of this sentence."

"Please don't worry, Mr. Villamont, if his identity can be confirmed." Ambrose's chest rose and fell, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "All of us will obey his orders."

Villamont didn't say anything more, and he wasn't curious enough to find out. As an old guy who has lived for many years, he knows very well that many times knowing a secret requires paying a price. What is the truth? If West Ge Meng would naturally tell him if he wanted to.

In fact, he was not worried about Sigmund's safety, because he knew very well how terrible this young man was.

Sinoway reluctantly took Villamont out of the hall, and the other people around slowly dispersed. Obviously, everyone was full of curiosity about Sigmund's identity, but due to the prestige of Ambrose, there was no way Follow all the time.

"Where are you taking me?" Leaving the hall and entering a corridor, Sigmund asked casually, "Who is the prophet they are talking about?"

"I need to identify you."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple, you only need to answer one question for me." Ambrose replied. During the conversation, she had already led Sigmund through a barrier and into another room.

The whole room is not big, it is in a regular square shape, and there are no extra decorations in the room, but the style is a bit out of tune with the whole city, but this kind of decoration makes Sigmund feel familiar.

Because it belonged to the world he used to live in.

"What do you want to ask?" Sigmund subconsciously flashed the words engraved on the illusory door, which is a relatively simple verification method.

But just as he was thinking, a paragraph of Mandarin with a perfect accent suddenly came to his ears.

"I'm going to start!"

Sigmund's eyes widened, and seeing his expression, Ambrose's eyes flashed with stability. The strange language she spoke at this time really understood the young man in front of her.

"Come on!" Sigmund took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a sense of communication across time and space, and then he heard 5 words that made him feel at a loss.

"As long as you work hard."

What?

Sigmund blinked, and stared at the expectant Ambrose, is this gone? Is this the rhythm that gets me to the next sentence? So he thought about it, and tentatively replied:

"An iron pestle is ground into a needle."

"It really is you!" Ambrose clenched her fists excitedly, and then she rushed forward a few steps, seeing the huge body of this woman pressing over, Sigmund remembered what he had just experienced, and could not help but subconsciously ask After dodging.

This is all about what, why did such a strange code word come out suddenly, Sigmund was speechless, and made a few casual complaints, and he suddenly realized that the person who came up with this sentence was someone who had another experience Own.

"What does this sentence mean?" Ambrose asked in Common Tongue, "The prophet told me, and you will explain it to me."

"The reason is very simple. As long as you have determination and work hard, no matter how difficult things can be done." Sigmund replied casually.

"As expected of the Prophet, he is encouraging us not to despair about the situation in front of us." Ambrose couldn't help but sighed. Sigmund stood on the side, glanced over, and was shocked by the other party's turbulence again.

Among all the people he knew, Juana's curves were already exaggerated enough, her legs were long and her waist was slender, and she was very visually impactful when viewed from the side, but this impact was far worse than that of Ebros. too much.

Because the two sides are not of the same order of magnitude at all. In all fairness, this woman is really beautiful, but she is a bit too tall. It is difficult for ordinary human men to have any special thoughts when facing her...

The hidden iron pestle will also become an embroidery needle in front of this woman.

etc!

Thinking of what Sigmund suddenly realized here, and thinking about the passage just now, he suddenly noticed the evil taste from another self.

Damn it, the iron pestle and the embroidery needle are really like this.

At this moment, Ambrose walked up to Sigmund and said to him seriously: "Master Prophet has something else for me to tell you."

Sigmund blinked, and a bad thought came to his mind.

"Friend, don't think too much, you can't test the depth of this woman." Hearing this Mandarin Chinese, Sigmund's scalp tingled.

"Mr. Skind, can you explain to me the meaning of this sentence?" After repeating, Ambrose looked at Sigmund seriously.

Sigmund: _?