The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"it's over?"

Mentally it's oddly exhausting and satisfying.

The symbolic light path on the wall gradually converges to the foot. The next moment, the shackles were automatically released, and Gildo also stepped forward to help Sigmund release the restraint.

"Mentally stable, you passed the test, you succeeded, and now you are a first-order transcendent." Gildo happily patted Sigmund on the shoulder.

"Feel it and see how many abilities you have acquired."

Sigmund didn't stand up in a hurry, but sat quietly on the chair, feeling it with his heart. After a while, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Nothing?"

"This is also normal. It takes a little time for the mental changes to be fed back to the body. Don't worry, judging from the feedback just now, the ceremony was very successful..."

"no."

"I seem to... know all the abilities possessed by Evil Buster!"

"Haha, it's nothing in the whole city, it's very...wait what did you say?!"

Gildo suddenly understood something, let out a strange cry, looked at Sigmund in surprise, and then he seemed to think of something.

"Captain, come and check, Sigmund's spirit is not right, he actually thinks he has acquired all his abilities!"

Sigmund looked up at Marek, but suddenly an inexplicable crisis rose in his heart, he turned around almost subconsciously, his body moved sideways and fell off the chair!

And at this moment, there was a muffled sound, and Marek's fist hit the back of the chair.

"What a quick reaction, isn't it...you really understand everything?" Gildo seemed to understand something, with the upper body of a lemon essence.

"No, I want to try!" As he spoke, he swung his fist and attacked Sigmund.

As soon as they fought, Sigmund immediately noticed obvious changes in himself. He had just been promoted, and his physical qualities such as strength and agility did not change much, but his mental perception changed greatly.

After fighting each other a few times, he quickly adapted to this fighting rhythm.

"Well, he just finished his promotion, and he's still exhausted." Marek stopped Gildo's behavior.

"It's okay, it's about the same as I was back then, it's too late today, go back to sleep quickly, get some equipment tomorrow, and then go investigate those extraordinary events with Gildor."

While talking, Marek threw a badge casually.

"Wear it on your body, it can resist a fatal attack."

It was cold in hand, the badge seemed to be carved out of stone, and the imprint carved on it coincided with the symbol of the hunter's contract.

At this time, a clear crack appeared on the black book page floating in mid-air. Marek opened the book again, sucked the page in, and then the chain wound and locked automatically.

"There is only one chance to use it."

"Hurry up and go upstairs to rest, there is business to do tomorrow." Marek muttered.

At this time, Sigmund also felt great mental exhaustion. It was getting late, and he naturally didn't want to take a carriage again, and returned to Elm Street across several blocks.

So he and Gildo came to the upstairs lounge.

There are separate rooms.

Finding a clean and unoccupied room, Sigmund locked the door after entering the room, did not turn on the lamp, and fell on the bed with a tired face.

He closed his eyes as if preparing to enter a state of rest, but in fact, he was silently recalling everything he had experienced before.

And the weird changes that happened to him.

In the depths of his consciousness, the runes of the hunter's contract were faintly visible, and around the runes was a blue smoke like white mist.

[Nightmare Asylum]: Shelter the owner of the nightmare carriage, and automatically distort the spiritual power of any prying eyes.

It seems that the one-time awakening of all the extraordinary abilities of the corresponding contract is also the benefit brought to Sigmund by the nightmare carriage.

After careful study, he found that after possessing this ability, if he faced Bennett again, his spirit would be automatically protected and distort the opponent's judgment, preventing him from discovering any thoughts.

This is more deceptive than pure confrontation.

He also noticed that the shape of the carriage has undergone some obvious changes, which are more delicate and real, and there is an additional strange area with a nameplate on the body.

That seems to be a name.

Now Sigmund could only see a faint initial.

"Is it L?"

"What would a name beginning with the letter L mean?"

"Wouldn't it be Lawrence?" Sigmund joked, and soon thought of other possibilities.

"Perhaps it marked a location?"

Sure enough, this carriage hides many secrets.

He looked around casually, signed the contract, and coupled with his experience in Mrs. Galar's manor, shortened the countdown to the call of the nightmare carriage by a large amount.

It won't be long before he can summon the carriage in advance again.

Entering the extraordinary, seeing a little secret of the carriage, in exhaustion, Sigmund quickly fell asleep.

But at this time in other parts of the city, this night is not destined to be peaceful.

Her mind was in a mess, and it wasn't until she was brought into the mansion by the butler and saw the lights lit up in the living room that Rilla came back to her senses from the whole night's experience.

She thought of the banker's daughter who invited her to the banquet. When she mentioned the name of perfume and Sigmund, she couldn't hide the excitement on her face.

With her heart pounding, Rila guessed anxiously, but she didn't care at all about the screams that sounded outside the manor behind.

It is said that someone died in the carriage. It was two naked men.

It doesn't matter, the only thing she cares about now is the so-called perfume master standing behind Sigmund, could it be him?

"Why did you come back so late?"

There is a carriage arranged by himself back and forth, and Antoine is not worried that his daughter will run to meet a man who should not be seen.

"In a little accident, Mrs. Gallard used a mysterious perfume, which was provided by Sigmund."

"It is said that Sigmund became the agent of this mysterious perfumer!"

Rila delivered the explosive news in a calm tone.

"Sigmund?!"

"How could he know the master perfumer, that shameful liar, he must have deceived Madame Gallard, I want to expose him!"

Antoine ran down the stairs with a thud, waving his arms, his face flushed.

"What's going on, please tell me carefully!"

Seeing her father baring his teeth and claws, Rila was inexplicably amused, and even laughed unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at?" The daughter's attitude made An Tuoman even more angry.

"The magic of that perfume has already attracted the attention of all the ladies at the banquet. Tomorrow morning, Sigmund's name will spread throughout the city's high society."

"I think someone would even pay to start a separate company for him just to produce the fragrances that the master perfumer made."

"Dear father, do you want to try to contact Sigmund?"

Antoine's face was constantly changing under the light, "It's impossible, what ability does he have, how could he know the master perfumer?"

"Aren't you curious, don't you want to know the true identity of the perfume master standing behind him?"

"You know?!" Antoine's expression became tense.

"The answer is simple, who is the person around Sigmund who is most likely to make a great perfume?"

"You will not forget his name?"

There was a rumble in my mind, and a name slowly emerged.

"No!"

Antoine screamed strangely, and at the same time heard Rila muttering to himself.

"A master perfumer who once worked for you..."