The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Was this carriage made by the mentally retarded?

At this moment, this is the only thought in Sigmon's mind, is that it?

Is this really my ability reward after twenty-eight days of extraordinary enlightenment?

"She's dying. Next time you can just send me a corpse. I'll take care of the rest." Sigmund couldn't help saying.

"Dear Master, your request has been recorded, next time..."

"no more chance!"

The corners of Sigmon's mouth twitched. Next time, next time, it would be fine if he actually pulled a corpse, but what if it was a half body?

Just thinking about that picture makes one's hair stand on end.

"This is indeed a beautiful woman, but she is about to die, and she only has 15 minutes left to live..."

"Ok?"

"and many more!"

"Why fifteen minutes?!"

"Why not one hundred and fifty minutes?"

"Who do you look down on!"

Sigmon couldn't help but complained that he vaguely remembered that in his previous life, he wrote novels online part-time for a period of time. At that time, readers who liked his works were all for this length of time.

That's what sorts of things come together.

Very normal.

Annoyed in his heart, Sigmon had a dry mouth and wanted to drink water, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was holding a special carnival beer.

award?

By the way, special medicine!

Can the special medicine obtained in the reward be used for her? This thought popped into his mind, and he quickly got a positive answer.

It really works!

But after the excitement, Sigmon felt a little heartache.

That's a life saver, for a woman I don't know...

Money can be made again, but many times, life is one.

He quickly calmed down, and then casually flipped through the woman's information.

"1888, London, Assassin Order, Legendary, Evie Frye!"

He stood up abruptly, with divine light in his eyes.

"This is Assassin's Creed - Syndicate!"

The series of games produced by the company known as selling potatoes in the previous life, each generation of their works is dubbed by players as a travel simulator.

Sigmund is very impressive about this work, because the game completely restores London at the end of the 19th century, even ignoring the streets where the plot travels through it, it is a kind of enjoyment.

Sigmund said he had no idea who Ashley was, but 1888 was a very special year. It was the time when the famous Jack the Ripper was active.

And this just corresponds to an expansion piece in the game, Jack the Ripper. In the expansion piece, the notorious killer became a traitor of the Assassin organization, and then began to kill wildly.

He nearly wiped out the Assassins in London and endangered the two protagonists of Syndicate, Evie Fry and her brother Jacob.

Sigmund sat on the sofa and clicked the option to look at the red-haired woman named Ashley.

With such a coincidence, Ashley is most likely an ordinary assassin who died at the hands of Jack.

In Ashley's introduction, Sigmund was dazzled by the skills mastered by the female assassin.

Climbing, Leap of Faith, Eagle Vision, Precision Shot, Sword and Cane Fighting… etc. listed a long line.

Although this woman is not an extraordinary person, her real danger is even more than that of Gildo that Sigmon has seen.

More importantly, she is an assassin. Assassination is her specialty, and head-on conflict is just a last resort.

Of course the assassins in Assassin's Creed...cough.

"If you can keep her by your side, or learn her skills..." Sigmon weighed the pros and cons, on the one hand, a powerful helper and ability, on the other hand, a special medicine that could save lives.

If there is only one special medicine, you don't have to think about it, Sigmund will definitely keep it for himself.

"In addition to this ability, in 1888 London, the overall industrial process and technological strength still surpassed this era, especially the various tools carried by female assassins..."

"The decision cannot be made immediately."

Sigmund made up his mind, opened the carriage and jumped out. He wanted to give himself some buffer time.

Sitting in front of the carriage, the citizens on the street are in a hurry, everyone is rushing for life, there are newsboys selling on the street, and there are hawkers crossing the street.

"Wagley brand whale oil, pure energy, safe choice..."

"Jasmine soap, rose oil, talcum powder..."

There were shouts from the surrounding shops, and colorful posters hung on the display boards in front of the door.

The breath of the city gradually surrounded Sigmon, and he slowly recovered from the turmoil after crossing. Even what he experienced in the White Seagull last night slowly settled.

"This is the life of ordinary people."

He already had an answer in his heart.

At this moment, a small man in a hat boarded the carriage and opened the door.

"Send me to the city police station, be quick!"

"I'm not a coachman, I don't give people away."

Sigmon turned his head sideways and replied.

"I can add money!"

The person behind him handed over a banknote.

Do you want me to write household and pick up children on the car?

Sigmund turned around helplessly, but before he could explain, the little man who opened the door suddenly screamed.

"Mr. Skinder!"

The little man looked surprised.

Who are you?

Sigmon looked bewildered.

"I'm Rebecca Stein, we met before, and I'm the attorney for your father's case!"

As the little man spoke, he took the initiative to stretch out his palm.

Rebecca, lawyer?

"Are you a woman?!" Sigmund came back to his senses at this moment, and looked at the other party a few times.

Rebecca was wearing a neutral loose suit with a check hat on her head and black-rimmed glasses on her face.

She tied her hair in a ball, covered by a wide hat, with firm eyes and a strong jawline. At first glance, she would indeed be regarded as a relatively handsome teenager.

Because the development of industry requires more and more labor, women gradually got rid of their past home life and began to flood into cities and factories.

Then came more job demands.

A female textile worker, a professional nurse and a female accountant.

But lawyers... this is really rare. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Maybe it was because he gave too little money, so the law firm assigned Sigmon's case to the girl in front of him.

"I remember." He nodded.

"I've been looking for you these past few days, and there's no one going to the house you live in." Rebecca's face showed a trace of anxiety.

"Your father, Mr. Lawrence Skinder, his case has changed. Because of the solid evidence, the progress of the case has been greatly advanced, and the trial will be heard within five days."

"According to the evidence I have now..."

"It should be hanging." Rebecca said bluntly.

"how so?"

Sigmund was stunned for a while. At this time, the original owner's memory surged into his brain. He felt dizzy and couldn't help but stroke his forehead.

It was only at this moment that he completely accepted the identity, emotion and memory of the original owner.

In fact, Sigmund, who was defrauded of his family property and beaten badly, was almost driven to a dead end at that time.

He accepted the lucrative contract of White Seagull Manor in a half-sell way. On the one hand, he wanted to get a sum of money to find a reliable lawyer for his father.

On the other hand, the guilt and powerlessness in his heart prompted him to leave Liam Cheng for a lame reason.

He didn't want to witness his father's death, so he chose to escape. If he continues to stay in the city, his greatest possibility is to commit a crime and die in an unknown gutter.

But it stands to reason that the father's case should not progress so quickly.

"There are only five days left!" Sigmund frowned.

"No, that was the day before yesterday, and today is the third day."

"The day after tomorrow," Rebecca said.

"We don't have much time left."

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