The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"You... how did you do it?"

Montana asked her doubts.

Sigmund smiled, but did not answer the question, "Now is not the time to discuss this, our crisis has not been lifted."

A lot of blood poured out from Bernardo's body, but his death did not stop the progress of the puppets.

Montana's face straightened, she took a deep breath, and injected the accumulated spiritual power into Gildo's forehead.

Chi Chi!

The black marks on the surface of the Demon Hunter's body quickly faded, and at this time, Sophie and a few servants around her had already pushed open the bookshelf behind the door and rushed up with a grim expression.

"There are too many, we have to leave quickly!"

Sigmon shouted loudly, and at the same time, with the explosion of Montana's spiritual power, a burly figure suddenly stood in front of Sigmon, facing the meat saw that Sophie chopped down.

"careful!"

Sigmund couldn't help but reminded.

But in the face of Sophie's attack, the naked man did not retreat but advanced. He raised his arm to block the path of the meat saw.

The next moment, the man's body underwent a strange change.

The skin became like a rock, and the arm collided with the meat saw making a crisp snapping sound, and then the man's body returned to normal, and he had rushed forward and knocked Sophie's bloated body to the ground.

"Leave the rest to me!"

Like a lion entering a flock, a man flexibly dodges attacks, and sometimes his body becomes strangely hardened. His strength is violent, and when he swings his hands and feet, there is a stone-like heaviness.

"Is this the second-order demon hunter?"

Sigmund looked surprised.

"Each type of extraordinary contract has different characteristics. Hunter contracts are good at fighting. At a low level, the combat power of second-level demon hunters can indeed rank in the forefront of all extraordinary occupations."

Montana barely supported herself, not letting herself fall.

Sigmund noticed that in addition to his extraordinary physical qualities, the strangest thing about this second-order demon hunter was his ability to harden his body.

Although it is only for a short time, it can completely resist the slash of the meat saw without any damage.

"Can his ability resist bullets?"

"It depends on the power and distance of the gun."

Sigmund nodded, he had already got the answer to the question.

"What a powerful ability."

When the two were talking, Gildo had already dealt with the servant who rushed into the room. To be honest, his fighting power was amazing, and his performance just now could be called brave.

But the premise is that he must ignore the one that his lower body is tossing around in the process of jumping up and down.

"Where is Bernardo, I'm going to **** him!"

Killing all the enemies, Gildor growled loudly.

"He's at your feet..."

"Also, you should find a pair of pants to put on first." Sigmon couldn't help reminding.

"Haha, sorry." Gildo smiled, with a look in his eyes, I know you feel inferior and proud when you look at my body.

Sigmund ignored the narcissistic guy, and just lifted the barrel of the gun and aimed it at something shaking his head.

Gildo felt a chill in his lower body, and quickly found a pair of trousers and put them on him.

"Go downstairs and check."

Montana briefly explained Sigmund's identity and described the cause and effect.

"Go see that boy," she said to Gildo.

"Be careful, I think the man beside him is odd." Sigmund reminded, and then expressed his doubts.

Montana was seriously injured, and Sigmund had to help her deal with the injury in a simple way.

"Don't worry, the last time I was attacked, and now I'm ready, even if there is a real problem, I can't escape my control."

Gildo grinned. This guy has a strong body and strong muscles. He is also a second-order superhuman. It does give people a great sense of security.

"Help me cut my clothes."

The witcher left, and Montana also began to ask Sigmund to help her deal with her injuries, "How do you know Bernardo would be hiding there?"

The female monk asked her doubts.

"Actually, I'm not sure where he is hiding, but my previous experience has taught me that this gentleman is very cunning."

Sigmon explained as he worked on the wound.

"You told me that he used to be a veteran who touched extraordinary boundaries. Under those circumstances, the door could not be opened in a short time..."

"Actually, his best choice is to climb the broken window and enter here from the next room or downstairs. I think he is more familiar with this manor than anyone else."

Sigmund looked up at the friar.

"But he didn't do that, and this place..." Sigmon looked around, "there are indeed a few places with structures that make people suspicious."

"Under the circumstances at the time, can you still notice your surroundings?"

Montana looked surprised.

Of course, this is the result of the insight's ability, but Sigmund didn't explain too much and just smiled playfully.

"This should be common sense. Which rich and noble family doesn't have secret passages and secret doors?"

He was joking, but he moved very quickly, helping Montana with a simple bandage and immobilizing her injured arm.

Although Sigmund was not a doctor in his previous life, as a modern person who likes outdoor adventures, he has somewhat mastered some first aid knowledge.

Montana opened her mouth. In fact, she had a bigger doubt in her heart, and that was why Sigmund was not affected when he was attacked by the strange music.

This reminded her of her experience in a virtual dream.

"You are not a simple servant."

Montana said thoughtfully.

Sigmon didn't want to discuss this issue with the woman in front of him. He casually typed a haha, changed the subject, and picked up a photo frame that had fallen on the ground.

The photographic technology in this world is far from reaching the point of widespread popularization, but for some businessmen and nobles, photographs are indeed not rare.

"It's a really happy family."

Sigmund muttered to himself while looking at the photo in his hand.

The background on the photo is the White Seagull Manor where they are located. Judging from the faded traces of the photo, it should be a photo from a few years ago.

At that time, the manor was not as dilapidated as it is now. The fountains in the garden were looming, and the exterior walls of the manor were often taken care of. More importantly, there were the four figures in the photo.

Two adults and two children.

This should be the Lester couple, Nick and his unfortunate deceased sister.

At that time, Nick's face was naive, far from the gloomy and extreme now. Sigmon let out a sigh, but at this moment, his arm holding the photo frame froze suddenly.

Naive... cheerful... child? !

Although the photo was taken a few years ago, Sigmund recognized the boy's identity at a glance.

Because the Nick in the photo is exactly the same as the current Nick!

A child who won't grow up? Or... I didn't see Nick at all!

Countless details were concatenated in his mind, Sigmund's face changed slightly, and strange thoughts appeared in his heart.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He shook his arm and knocked it hard. The sawdust splashed and the glass shattered. He almost violently pulled out the photo in the frame.

After flipping it over, a line of clear handwriting came into view on the back of the photo.

Missing my most cherished baby—

Nick.

The boy...is the one who died.

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