The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmon drove the carriage away from the Cross Street, and the pedestrians on the road gradually dwindled. He took out the items stored on the carriage, and immediately thought of a thought and released the call to the Nightmare carriage.

At the same time, the hourglass also restarted.

The surroundings were secluded, the nightmare carriage slowly disappeared, and this scene did not attract anyone's attention.

Holding the toolbox, Sigmon slowly walked back to Rebecca's apartment.

The female lawyer was working upstairs. When she passed by the door of her room, Sigmund greeted and asked casually.

"Have you picked the right gift?"

Rebecca nodded, "I'm very satisfied. The owner of the shop didn't lie. The pair of dolls are indeed lifelike. At first glance, they look like real."

"Doll?!" Sigmund's heart jumped.

"What kind of doll?"

"A pair of twins, a boy and a girl, are basically the same age as a four- or five-year-old child. To be honest, I didn't expect the current craftsmanship to be so refined..."

"I think Mrs. Gallard's children will love this pair of toys."

"Really... that's really great." Sigmund let out a haha, but the expression on his face was somewhat unnatural.

After all, he was deeply impressed by the incident at White Seagull Villa, and there was no clue to the disappearing Nick and the hidden mysterious person.

Could it be that Nick came back?

No... not right.

The height of four or five years old is also very different from Nick.

Rebecca didn't think much about it, and quickly noticed the box in Sigmon's hand.

"What's this?"

She picked up a bottle on it, and the clear liquid swayed in the bottle.

"Did you buy a bottle of wine to celebrate Mr. Lawrence's release from suspicion?"

"Uh... yes, yes."

Sigmund nodded frantically, and at the same time freed up a hand and took the bottle from Rebecca's hand like a snatch.

It's a rave beer, girl, you can't drink it casually.

"Remember to call me when you celebrate."

Rebecca didn't care much. Before leaving, she told Sigmund that Lawrence had already slept after returning, and asked Sigmund not to disturb him again.

"Where did you put the doll?" Sigmund asked curiously.

"What's wrong with the storage room on the first floor?"

"nothing."

Sigmund waved goodbye and went upstairs.

It was very late. He didn't bother Ashley anymore. After coming to his room, he took out the tools that Rila gave him.

Small beakers, miniature distillation vessels, measuring cylinders, some messy aids, and a small black box.

After opening it, there were rows of glass bottles the size of pinky fingers, and the ingredients of the corresponding essence were written on the bottles.

"Very good!"

These things are exactly what Sigmund desperately needs. There are not many things, but they are enough for an entry-level apprentice.

"Let's start with a simple understanding of smells."

Sigmund pushed the table to the window, then opened the window.

The weather in April was still a little cool at night, but it was just enough to keep his mind clear and take away the odor that had settled in the room.

Unscrewing the thin bottle, the night wind came, bringing the scent into Sigmon's nasal cavity. He first understood and remembered the taste through instinct, and then concentrated his attention and mobilized his extraordinary power. .

In an instant, the world of smells was completely distorted in his senses.

His chest was heaving. He was like a greedy beast, tirelessly acquiring unknown breaths. During this process, Sigmon didn't notice that his spirit was uplifted and the spiritual power in his body was mobilized.

There is a strange fusion between the two.

"Sure enough!"

The speed of things progressed far beyond Sigmon's imagination. He thought he would fumble for a while, but he did not expect that this temporary attempt would open the door to the extraordinary.

"No, that's not enough!"

Spiritual power is like water that is about to boil, but the flame of spirit is always a little warmer.

After capturing all the breath in the black box, Sigmon's spirit and spiritual power fell into a strange balance. The two were about to blend but lacked a slight opportunity and pressure.

"Put in, focus, change!"

Sigmon's eyes were ethereal, and he seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. He took out a small beaker, held a dropper, and kept taking out the flavors he needed from the black box without taking any measurements.

Those originally separated breaths merged like ribbons, and at the same time, the liquid in the cup also underwent a new change.

Shaking gently, the turbid color became stable again, and suddenly a gust of wind poured into the room, taking away all the breath that had accumulated all night.

After the vacuum of smell, a new smell rises in the beaker, and at the same time, the balance between spirit and spiritual power is broken.

Like a thorn piercing each other, at this moment, he realized that a connection had been established between his spirit and spiritual power.

Weak but stable.

"That's it!"

Only then did Sigmund notice his physical and mental exhaustion, and slumped back on the chair. Immediately, a new force poured out of his body to nourish the dry spirit.

But just when Sigmund was overjoyed and was about to stand up, an inexplicable whisper suddenly came from the void.

The voice was messy and distorted, and it couldn't be heard clearly, but Mo Ming, the moment he heard the voice, Sigmon was attracted to all of his attention.

His whole body's senses were completely magnified~www.novelmt.com~ almost instantly enveloped the entire room and spread out quickly.

"Call... Response, the call of the void!"

He muttered to himself, but in the next second, the hourglass in his consciousness flickered, and Sigmon suddenly woke up and pulled his spirit out of the quagmire.

"what is that?!"

"Is this the temptation Gildo mentioned?"

"so close!"

His back was wet with cold sweat. Sigmon sealed the bottle in the black box, then found an empty bottle and poured his own perfume into it for storage.

It seemed that only a short moment had passed in consciousness, but the coffee in hand was completely cold.

At the same time, he also noticed that the fusion of spirit and spiritual power has been pushed forward by a big step.

"Could these temptations in the void speed up my promotion?" Shaking his head, he threw this terrible thought out of his mind.

There was silence all around. At this time, Sigmund was extraordinarily clear-headed. He closed the window and turned off the lights and climbed into his bed.

The night became darker, Rebecca downstairs had gone to bed early, and the whole block fell into silence.

Time passed little by little, and in a certain room on the bottom floor, the boxes on the display shelves shook gently.

slap!

The long box fell to the ground, and the harsh rubbing sound echoed in the room. It sounded like something sharp was digging at the wooden board.

Tuk Tuk!

Then came the dull crash.

Click.

The thin box was punched with a big hole.

Eyeballs rolled around, and a delicate face emerged from the big hole.

Darkness is like a curtain.

The doll came out to play tricks.

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