The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Meanwhile, Ashley, on the other side of town, suddenly feels a pen tremor as she and Rebecca ride in a carriage to a client's home.

The lawyer lady was in good spirits, chatting non-stop while looking at the scenery outside the window.

Seeing that she wasn't paying attention to her, Ashley carefully took out the letter paper, covered it a little, held the pen to follow the movement of the pen tip, and wrote on the letter paper.

"Honey……"

"You are the bright sunshine, you are the beautiful rainbow, from the first time I saw you..."

"what are you writing?!"

Rebecca, who was sitting across from her abruptly, suddenly spoke.

"No, nothing!"

Ashley raised her head in a panic, but continued to draw on the paper with her right hand.

"I still said no, I saw it all."

Rebecca leaned over curiously, but Ashley clutched the letter into a ball in a panic and threw it out the window.

"Why……"

"I didn't say I want to see it." The lawyer lady muttered strangely.

Ashley took advantage of the opportunity to cover the pen, and sat there expressionlessly with the corners of her clothes flattened.

But no one knew that under her calm surface, her heartbeat suddenly became rapid for some reason.

"This guy……"

The female assassin gritted her teeth, but couldn't tell what she was feeling.

"Finished?"

On the other side, Sig waited in the room blindfolded until Marek put down his pen.

"Back to you!"

The captain threw the pen angrily. He lowered his head and looked at the writing on the paper with a smile on his face.

"I'm supposed to be a poet, tsk tsk, what a pity...or maybe I should find a female writer?"

He muttered to himself.

At this time, Sigmund had already checked and put away the pen.

Walking out of the room, the pen trembled, and he received the message from Ashley.

"What a mess."

Ashley's handwriting seemed a little messy, but Sigmund smiled wryly, and immediately replied, "Sorry, I promise I won't do it next time."

The captain wants me to give it, but it should only be a signature and a document.

"Not next time?" Ashley, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned in confusion.

"Did my answer embarrass him?"

Her mind was in a mess, she really couldn't answer those explicit words.

Should he respond yes or no?

If you don't respond, it's easy to be misunderstood.

That's why Ashley wrote the sentence that was neither serious nor serious, but Sigmund's answer made her a little dazed.

Seeing that it won't happen next time, she was somewhat disappointed for some reason.

Suddenly, Ashley gripped the pen tightly, "I can understand, but be careful."

After writing a short line of words, she actually felt parched and her heart was beating violently.

On the other side, Sigmund smiled indifferently.

"It's quite generous."

And he didn't know at all what Ashley saw.

Captain Marek sent Sigmund a fat guy named Harris, whose code name in the team was Eyes.

No fighting power, but almost equivalent to a moving camera, after sending him to track down Ryan, Sigmund returned to the apartment alone.

When he came back, he learned that Lawrence left Liam City to visit his sister Alyssa, and heard from Rebecca that Miss Rilla was also sent to another country by the perfume merchant.

Back in the room, Sigmund listed all the extraordinary events he had experienced from the White Seagull Manor on paper one by one.

He tried hard to recall, looking for the common ground of these events.

In his consciousness, the hourglass would be filled again in two days at most, and by then, he should have almost digested the increased spiritual power in his body.

Continue to absorb it once, and Sigmund estimates that he can reach the peak of the first order.

"You have to prepare in advance and find a way to find reinforcement materials."

"However, will the speed of promotion be too fast?"

Even counting the digestion time for his next absorption of spiritual power, it should not exceed half a month.

Fatty Harris was very fast, and sent Sigmund information about Ryan and Ms. Grace in the afternoon.

Ryan's information is very simple, and everything seems to be traceable, but that Grace is a bit weird, as if appearing out of thin air.

And Sigmon also learned from Harris that the doctor had just returned to his home in Liam City in the afternoon, and Harris had already rushed there immediately.

Harris can use spiritual power to draw eye symbols on the surface of some buildings. After hiding, before the spiritual power dissipates, he can observe everything around him through this eye.

In addition, he can also share vision with some small animals to complete silent tracking.

But this ability is not completely invisible, so use it with great care.

Sigmund thought about it and decided to take the initiative to visit.

Now that he has returned to Liam City, with his back against the demon hunter team, he is very safe here. If he finds out the identity of that Transcendent earlier, he can avoid a lot of trouble.

Hiring a carriage, he first came to Cross Street, bought an exquisite gift box, and then, after hesitating for a long time, put his pen in it.

"It takes a little luck."

No matter what Ryan wrote with the pen he gave, Sigmund can know everything through the other one in Ashley's hand.

Of course, before doing this, he had already told Ashley the whole plan through a pen.

The speed of the carriage was very fast, Sigmund paid the fare, jumped out of the carriage, tidied up and rang the doorbell.

After a long time, the door was opened.

The doctor appeared in front of Sigmund with a tired face.

"good afternoon!"

"I saw your carriage going into town."

Sigmund greeted him with a smile, and noticed that the doctor's face was pale and his feet were sloppy, as if his whole body had been hollowed out.

"Your body..."

"No way, a real man needs to meet all the requirements of a female partner." Ryan said vaguely.

"Bringing you good news." Sigmund raised the gift in his hand.

"My friend asked me to give it to you. He used this pen to write down the molecular formulas of many perfume formulas." He pretended to mention something casually, and then changed the subject.

"He is very interested in your research and hopes to write a letter to communicate with you. Of course, in order to avoid being disturbed by others, he hopes that I can forward the letter between you."

"marvelous!"

The doctor waved his arms excitedly, "My friend, you really helped me a lot."

"And this pen." Ryan opened the gift box, "Is it a magical lucky pen?"

"Maybe he can inspire me too!"

He put away the pen in a serious manner, and Sigmund's tight heart relaxed a little when he heard this sentence.

The rest is left to fate.

"I have to thank you very much, I came back in a hurry, I have to take a good rest, and then invite you to come to my place as a guest!"

"It's too bad, I should go with you." Ryan complained casually.

"You don't know, just yesterday, the sheriff of Gwen Town was found dead at home, and many people were interrogated early this morning."

"The sheriff is dead?!"

Sigmund's heart beat violently, and Ryan, who was opposite him, didn't seem to notice Sigmund's abnormality and was still talking to himself.

At the same time, by a certain oriel window in the room on the second floor, a slender figure was observing all this indifferently.