The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Entering the hall, the staff on duty had been replaced by another one. After saying hello, Marek led the three of them into the interior.

The whole building is divided into three floors. Of course, what is displayed on the surface is a kind of cover-up, and the most important parts are hidden underground.

Entering the elevator at the end of the corridor, Marek pulled out a badge carved from stone. Insert the badge into the groove of the elevator control and rotate gently.

The lift slowly sank into the ground.

Sigmund noticed that there was another elevator above their heads, which ensured that even if someone came to visit them after they entered the underground, they could take the elevator above their heads to enter other floors.

"This is a hunter's badge. You will also get one after signing the appointment. Protect your badge. This thing can save lives at critical moments." Gildo explained.

Judging by his expression, it is obvious that this precious badge has been lost.

The elevator was slowly opened, without the imaginary occlusion, the underground corridor was well ventilated, and there were several rooms of different sizes on both sides of the corridor.

Marek didn't seem to have any intention of showing Sigmund, so he led the two of them to the innermost room.

"You help him take off his clothes and wrap them around the belt." Marek ordered casually, "I'll get the book of contract."

"etc!"

Undressing and wrapping the belt, Sigmund had a bad feeling in his heart. "Didn't you sign a contract? Well, why take off your clothes?"

"During the process of signing the contract, the spiritual power will escape from your body. Taking off your clothes will allow you to better communicate with the outside world and avoid some hidden dangers." Gildor explained and pushed over Wooden chairs.

The chair looked like it was made of wood, but it seemed so heavy that even Gildor tensed his muscles to move it.

Brown leather straps wrap around the armrests of the chair.

"Come and sit down, let me adjust it for you." Gildo patted the back of the chair with a malicious look.

"This is a necessary stage for everyone. Once in and out, it hurts and it's over."

Sigmund broke out in a cold sweat. It was really hard for people to think of good things like this kind of tiger-wolf words.

"Let me give you a simple explanation. Now your spirit and spiritual power have been fused, but this fusion is disordered, and there is no way to mobilize the real extraordinary power."

"So we need to use the power of the contract to forcibly change the form of the fused spirit and spiritual power to form a fixed symbol, so that we can accept the ability in the void and truly conclude the contract."

Sounds like a radio, looking for a special channel. Sigmund tried to explain Gildo's statement from his own experience.

The extraordinary power of this world does not come from the body, but from the spirit.

Changes often spread from the spirit to the body. During this process, everything seems to be inseparable from a certain force in the void.

In Sigmund's view, signing a contract is like putting a certain stamp on one's own promotion.

"The process will be a little painful, but don't worry. This room is specially made to block most malicious peeps, allowing you to complete the signing of the contract without interference."

"Sit down quickly!" Gildo urged angrily.

"Look, the captain just took a book." Gildo pointed to the door. Sigmund saw Marek walking in with a three-finger-thick black book.

The surface of the book is wrapped with layers of silver chains, and finally converges into a delicate copper lock on the cover.

"You don't have to do anything, just relax and leave the rest to the captain and me."

Obviously Gildo spoke very sincerely, but Sigmund always felt that there was an indescribable awkwardness in his words.

"Crack!"

After taking off his coat, as soon as Sigmund sat on the chair, his ankles automatically tightened to imprison him firmly. Then Gildo put his arms on the armrests and strapped them tightly, and his upper body was also fastened to the back of the chair.

Having done all this, he repositioned the chair. Somehow activated, Sigmund felt the ground around him shimmer.

With breathing, the whole room seems to come alive.

"What's next?" Sigmund asked.

Marek came to Sigmund with a serious expression.

"Are you ready to become a hunter?" The leader of the demon hunter looked very serious.

"Yes." Sigmund nodded.

"We are struggling in the dark, we are baptized in blood, madness is with us, please always remember that we are hunters, not beasts!"

After saying these words, Marek's body surged with spiritual power, and he took off a key hanging around his neck and pasted it on the cover of the book in his hand.

The entangled chains were cut open automatically, and the veins on his palms were bulging. He seemed to have used a lot of strength to lift the heavy pages.

The next moment, a dark page with blood written on it slowly floated up.

On the pitch-black pages, is a rune of the Hanged Man.

At this time, the door behind him suddenly closed, and the light under his feet became brighter and brighter. Soon, complex patterns spread to the entire room.

Marek stretched out his hand, his rough palm firmly stuck to the surface of the page, then he retreated, his palm moved, and even pulled out a red-hot soldering iron from the pitch-black page!

WC!

A bad premonition rose in Sigmund's heart, and then he saw Marek raise his hand and insert the red iron into his head!

It all happened so fast that he didn't have time to react. The next moment, severe pain came from deep in the brain.

"Keep calm and resist madness!"

Marek's voice came, and then Sigmund felt his fused spirit and spiritual power automatically gather.

Slowly a familiar rune appeared.

It was the poured rune he had just seen on the black page.

"Keep calm and resist madness!"

The rune gradually took shape. During this process, Sigmund felt that there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching him in the void, and he even had the power to break through the entire room and enter the depths of his brain.

In the spiritual world, he couldn't feel the passage of time, but could only hear the dull crashing sound, which was some evil things breaking through the barriers set up by the room and his own spirit.

Seeing that the runes were about to take shape, Sigmund also noticed the changes in himself, and finally at the last moment, the moment the runes gathered...

The crisp sound of horseshoes came, and Sigmund suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In other's line of sight, a quaint carriage broke through the barrier of void and appeared abruptly in front of his eyes.

Nightmare carriage!

Different from the past, this time Sigmund seemed to see a figure driving a car and a pair of pupils flashing in the carriage.

"Who's in the car?!"

Immediately, the carriage turned into a streamer and merged with his contract symbol.

Snapped!

The illusion in front of him shattered like glass, and Sigmund regained his body perception. He raised his head and saw Marek with a tired face.

"You are a hunter now, Sigmund."

"Welcome to join us!"