The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

By the time Sigmon returned to the apartment, the sky was already bright, and carriages were going in and out on Elm Street, and the people who lived here began to be busy.

"So the puppet I bought is alive?" Rebecca obviously couldn't believe what Sigmund said.

But thinking of the loud noise she heard last night and everything she saw in the room, she had to accept the fact that she heard with her own ears.

In comparison, Lawrence appears to be much calmer and seems to have experienced similar things.

"I originally made an appointment to meet Mrs. Gallard today, but now, the gifts I prepared have gone crazy, and now I can only go to this important meeting empty-handed!" Rebecca looked frustrated.

"If you want to open it up a bit, at least you don't have another hole in your body."

Sigmon comforted casually, with the strength that the puppet showed last night, the weapon in his hand could easily penetrate Rebecca's body.

But wait.

Why should I say...one more?

Uh... I lost my words.

Raising his head, everyone's attention was obviously not here, and he didn't notice any omissions in Sigmon's words.

"After all, I also have a little responsibility for this matter. Let me give you a present." Sigmund smiled and took out a glass bottle.

"perfume?"

"Did you buy it on Cross Street?"

Rebecca looked uninterested, but she understood that this was just a way for Sigmund to apologize, so she accepted it.

"The time has already been arranged, that's all." Rebecca sighed and went downstairs with a sad face.

Life has to go on.

So only Sigmund and Lawrence were left in the room.

The expression on Lawrence's face was very strange. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

"Hey, Lawrence, don't worry, I'll find a way to get the house back."

"It's not all your fault." Lawrence looked relieved, but just when he was going up to give Sigmon a man-to-man hug, he heard Sigmund continue.

"You and Rila need a house when you get married, right? That's how you look decent!"

"What nonsense? When did I say I was going to be with..."

"Then I'll come?"

"You dare!!" Lawrence growled.

"Isn't it just seventeen years old?"

"No, you don't understand." Lawrence shook his head.

"I can't give her the happiness she deserves."

"It's enough to have you and Theresa. You can't be too greedy."

"Ten years later, I will be getting old gradually, and she is at the best age of a woman. At that time, even if the feelings are still there, I will hate myself at that time."

"Then for the next ten years, I will be his burden."

"If you really love someone, don't bind her in the name of love."

Speaking of which, Lawrence hesitated, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up a certain determination, but Sigmund was thinking about other issues and obviously did not notice Lawrence's change.

"There is no way to work in the perfume workshop. I have to find some other work."

Lawrence picked up his coat and put on his hat, but was stopped by Sigmund when he was about to go out.

"I know where you went yesterday."

Sigmon took out a stack of banknotes, "This is from Ram. Although it's not much, it can make the family feel a little better."

40 gold pounds, which is almost worth Tony's salary for a whole year. Sigmund learned from Rebecca that Lawrence visited the Tonys yesterday.

Although it was an accident, Lawrence always believed that Tony's death had nothing to do with him. In fact, his guilt was higher than Rila's.

Workers in this era have almost no security system. They die when they die. Conscientious employers may leave a little money, but most of them leave it alone.

It is said that Rila secretly sent some money over there.

"You really grew up."

Lawrence looked relieved, and he would never give out this money for the former Sigmund.

"I said, the money came from Ram."

Sigmon doesn't think he's doing good deeds, and it's impossible for him to give up all his savings for Tony's family.

The matter should be ended by Ram since Ram started. He is very short of money, but taking out the part that does not belong to him can make Lawrence feel at ease, so why not do it.

As for how Lawrence explained it, that was his business. Besides, Sigmund also took out 5 gold pounds from the remaining 100 gold pounds and gave them to Lawrence together.

It's not that he is stingy, but that he is worried that Lawrence will give this part away.

After a few words of greetings, he watched Lawrence leave. Sigmon went upstairs to continue his study with the female assassin. The progress last night made him very motivated.

Considering that Sigmund is not a pure assassin, Ashley also adjusted the course, and today he guided Sigmon to learn the application of firearms.

Basic stance, on-the-go shooting, quick draws and near-intuitive blind shots in the face of emergencies.

The progress bar kept going up, and when Ashley was in low spirits, Sigmon finished studying and went back to his room, opened the black box, and let all the breath entangle him.

In the process, spirit and spiritual power began to integrate deeper.

On the other side, Ashley, who was worried, took a carriage to the center of Liam, the most prosperous church area.

The church area is the administrative center of Liam City~www.novelmt.com~ is also the most economically developed area. There are no factories that breathe thick smoke and no homeless people can be seen.

Neat streets, rows of single-family gardens, and occasional police patrols on the side of the road.

The carriage stopped slowly. Looking at the house number on the side of the road, Rebecca took a deep breath. This meeting was too important, and the original plan was destroyed. She was too nervous.

Putting her hands in her pockets, Rebecca deliberately chose a professional attire after careful consideration before going out. She calmed down a bit before she noticed a hard object in her hand.

The bottle of perfume from Sigmund.

As a professional lawyer, I struggle in an industry that is all men. The normal work progress is very difficult, so Rebecca does not have the habit of wiping perfume on weekdays.

It's not because she doesn't like it, but because she deliberately eliminates her feminine characteristics to increase her confidence in the client's heart.

But at this time, under the tension, Rebecca unexpectedly opened the transparent bottle of perfume.

In an instant, the light fragrance filled the entire carriage, and for a moment, Rebecca found that her anxiety seemed to have been greatly relieved.

"At least Sigmon has a good taste in choosing perfumes."

As the concentration of perfume in the air increased, Rebecca gradually relaxed, so before getting off the car, she took out a little perfume and wiped it on her neck and collar.

Surrounded by the faint scent, Rebecca rang the copper bell at the door with a smile.

At the same time, on the sofa in the living room, an old lady with silver hair was looking indifferently at the fat businessman sitting opposite him.

Antoine Perrio.

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