The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

On the other side, in the consulting company's office, Marek was comfortably biting his pipe, with his baggy clothes hanging loosely on his body, making him look extremely ridiculous.

"Captain, now is a critical period. You can decide how large an area of ​​Liam City we can control in the next period of time. Are you sure you don't need me to stay..."

"Get out, get out of here quickly."

"What can you do if you stay? Go find your strengthening materials. You'd better not stay in the city."

"Why?" Gildo felt a little strange.

Negotiations always require someone to support the situation.

"Hey, no one who can persuade me is here, who would dare to drive me crazy by then?"

All right.

Gildo opened his mouth and found that he still underestimated the level of hooliganism of his captain.

"Captain... don't you plan to completely indulge yourself while all of us are not in the city?"

"Also, if I remember correctly... the manager of Gwen Town seems to be a widow too?"

Gildo couldn't remember how many times he was deceived by his captain.

Just like in the beginning, when he discovered that his captain was on sixteen boats, the glorious image of his idol collapsed.

That feeling almost made the steel tough guy Gildo cry on the spot.

The saddest thing is when Marek tells Gildo that it's all because of love, because of pity...

Gildo, who was young and ignorant, believed it.

Then he decided to imitate his idol, he walked through the streets, and used his salary to send warmth to those women who had no clothes.

"You mean that woman..."

Marek exhaled a series of smoke rings, "His husband is not missing, just soaking in the cesspit in their yard."

"Well, it should have been several years."

"Hurry up and get down to business. You don't have to worry about Sigmund. It's just a normal trial task. To catch an ordinary prisoner, he can easily deal with it with his strength."

Marek urges Gildor to leave quickly.

"There shouldn't be any surprises." Gildo still believed in Sigmund's strength.

Every newly-promoted demon hunter will be assigned to perform a simple trial task alone, and no supernatural factors will be involved in this trial task.

But that doesn't mean there are no dangers along the way.

Many supernatural beings with powerful criminals and cunning personalities who have just been promoted to the first level may even die in the hands of the opponent if they are negligent.

Not only that, many characteristics of new hunters can also be exposed during the mission, and these will be recorded in the file.

"By the way, what is Sigmund's code name?"

After joining the team of demon hunters, every transcendent needs a corresponding code name.

"Don't tell me, let me guess." Marek interrupted Gildor.

"Like your Mister Mighty?"

"Captain, can I apply for a change of code name?" Gildo's eyes twitched.

"Okay, beat me, and you will be the captain."

"Haha, tell me, is his code name Fang Fang, Cold Front? Evil Ghost, Viper or something like that?"

"Or a perfumer by profession?"

"private detective?"

"Neither." Gildo shook his head.

"Sigmund's code name is weird."

"He called himself, Outlander."

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"So your family is not an aborigine in Liam City, so it seems that we are all the same, we are all foreigners."

Although Ryan tried his best to invite, Sigmund still declined the kindness of sharing a carriage with the doctor.

Through the car curtain, he smelled a familiar smell, and knew that Ryan brought his female companion along for this trip.

The carriage he was riding in was not big, and adding Sigmund and Ashley would make it extremely crowded.

But the general practitioner seemed to be very curious about Sigmund, and they agreed on the place and time to meet in front of the pier, meet together, and take a boat to Gwen Town.

Sigmund didn't have any objection to this. To be honest, he also wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with some transcendents from other paths.

So after a period of exhaustion in the carriage, Sigmund and the doctor successfully met in front of the pier, and there was a previous exchange.

Residents of Abetus like to chat about the weather, but people in the entire Elam Kingdom like to chat about family history, which is basically a special etiquette for normal social interaction.

It was also during the conversation with Ryan that Sigmund learned more about Gwen Town.

Although Gwen Town is an island, it is not far away from the land. Its structure is extremely special, like an arm extending from the land.

And where Girvan is located is like the palm of an arm.

Its overall position is much higher than the land.

This allows the part connecting the island to the land to be completely exposed during low tide.

Under the erosion of sea water and later repairs, the connected rock layers formed a special channel that allowed horse-drawn carriages to pass freely.

After high tide, the channel is covered, and the island and the land can only be connected by boat.

The peculiar geographical location has made Gwen Town attract a large number of middle-class people to come for leisure and vacation. According to Ryan, he and his girlfriend met here during a previous trip.

The ship they took was not too big, but as far as the eye could see, the people standing on the deck were all well-dressed and decent people.

Ryan ordered two glasses of limoncello with ice and went to the railing of the deck with Sigmon, while Ashley stayed at the table with Ryan's red-haired female companion, Grace.

"The perfume you created for Mrs. Gallard is very special." After a long preparation, Ryan finally revealed some of his true intentions.

"I'm just an agent, the perfume maker is..."

"Hey, listen to Sigmund, we are all extraordinary, so you don't have to make up those lies in front of me."

"I am a general practitioner, and I have deep research on herbal medicine. From a certain point of view, perfume making can also be regarded as a branch of pharmacy. It focuses more on the stimulation of the sense of smell."

"You can't fool me. There can't be any so-called master perfumers. Frankly, you made that thing."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the fragrance is so special, I can probably identify the main ingredients that make up the fragrance, but it's strange that those things put together should not give off that special smell regardless of the ratio."

"You know, your perfume has inspired me a lot. I'm currently doing research on smell."

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I even found someone to contact a broker and wanted to buy some perfume formulas through some special channels."

"Purchase formula?!"

At first Sigmund didn't pay much attention to it, but he suddenly remembered the murder of the perfume workshop in the middle of hearing it.

On the surface, it seems that greed caused tragedy.

But at the beginning, it all seemed to come from a commission.

Commissioning of perfume formulations.

Could it be that the so-called entrustment was not an accident? !