The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Isn't that the cook Sophie?"

Steve tasted the thick soup again, with a satisfied expression on his face, "It tastes really good, you should try it."

"What, are you interested in that woman?" He put down the spoon and put his hands on his chest.

"She is really majestic and terrible. Listen to my advice, man, you can't deal with such a woman."

Then he moved a little closer and lowered his voice.

"I didn't read it wrong, we are the same people."

Sigmund did not speak.

"You can't deceive me. Although your ability is not bad, someone moved the door after I left, and you went out too, didn't you?"

As he spoke, his fingers swayed, and when he stopped, there was an extra simple gold coin on his fingertips, and the next second the gold coin disappeared again.

"There is nothing of value in this manor, if there is anything it should be in the master's room, or..."

"That Mr. Nick."

"And I think you're the person most familiar with that room, apart from the housekeeper and the old servant here."

"How about it, shall we have a big fight?"

The ghost wants to have a big fight with you.

Sigmund didn't say anything, but Steve seemed to understand something instantly.

"You don't have to do it. You just need to tell me the placement and location of the items in the room. Once you get it, I can give you a third of it."

This guy really is a thief.

In this day and age, there is no shortage of servants who stick to the news of stealing from their masters, and Steve is clearly a seasoned criminal.

"I can't wait, I only accept cash, both gold coins and paper money."

After the two negotiated for a while, Sigmon told each other the basic furnishings in Nick's room.

He didn't do this because he was really greedy for money, but it could be seen that Steve had planned for a long time. Whether he said it or not, this guy would definitely act.

"It doesn't seem to have anything of value, but I believe it, your news is worth a gold coin." After finishing speaking, Steve carefully stuffed Sigmon with a ball of paper money.

Sigmon didn't want to stay in the dining room after getting the money, so he left with a plate. Steve didn't tell the truth. He should have other plans, but Sigmon has already said what he should say.

Watching Sigmund leave, Steve drank the thick soup on the plate.

For some reason, he felt that today's vegetable soup was extraordinarily fresh.

"Idiot."

Steve muttered softly.

"You don't even know what is the most valuable thing in this manor, antique gold coins?"

"As long as I can steal that doll, I can exchange a lot of money with Mr. Samuel!"

After separating from Steve, Sigmon found an opportunity to approach the kitchen, and saw Sophie's busy figure in the distance.

The next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Sophie's left hand grows completely on her arm.

What did I see last night?

Hallucinations, individual cycles?

At this time, the after-dinner music routine began as scheduled, and Sigmund also saw the white back of the piano again.

Compared with yesterday, today's piano sounds seem to have undergone slight changes, and everyone's faces are confused and immersed in the ocean of music.

And Sigmund finally found his purpose.

The coachman of the estate, Chris.

He also manages the porter keys.

His work throughout the day was lackluster, and as a result, Sigmon didn't eat too much for lunch, and it wasn't until evening that he devoured his missing energy.

The transformation was still going on, but in just two days, Sigmon was at least twice as strong as he was at the beginning.

Even if some well-trained veterans are far inferior to him in terms of physical fitness, even if they don't have much experience, just relying on physical crushing, he believes that he can deal with three or four sturdy footmen at the same time.

"If only I could find a gun."

The world's industry is beginning to cry, and pistols have been manufactured.

What surprised Sigmon the most was that after the strange experience last night, the hourglass of the countdown on the carriage actually dropped a lot.

According to his estimation, this can offset at least two days.

"Is it because of the contact with that woman, or did I discover something?"

With too little information, he couldn't draw the rules.

Finally, the day's work was over, and it was late at night again. After everyone fell asleep, Steve rolled over and got out of bed, then smiled at Sigmon's place.

The guy started to move.

Originally, Sigmund planned to go straight to the stables, but he ate too little food all day, and now his hunger had made him dizzy, so he had no choice but to go to the kitchen first.

Without Sophie, there was no similar strange incident. After filling his stomach indiscriminately, Sigmon packed some supplies, and then quietly came to the vicinity of the stables, and took a meat saw.

A lantern hangs from the beam of the stable, illuminating the narrow space, where three horses are enclosed, and Groom Chris is grooming the fourth horse.

From the direction where Sigmon was hiding, he could see the unsuspecting back of the other party.

Knocking, stealing keys, opening the door, riding away.

He deduced the whole plan silently in his heart, but just when Sigmon was about to act, there was a loud noise from the top floor of the manor in the distance.

Crackling!

Immediately, the glass shattered, and a figure jumped out of the gap in the window. The man stretched his body nimbly in mid-air. After landing, he rolled on the ground a few times before standing up again.

It's Steve!

Under the moonlight, Sigmund recognized the pale face of the other party.

At the same time, Sigmund also saw the gloomy face of the manor housekeeper with a gaping window on the top floor.

"Catch him, catch him, sister! He wants to hurt my sister!"

The little boy's characteristic scream came, and at this time Steve had already got up and quickly came to the edge of the fence.

He dashed to the wall like a gecko, climbed the raised stone and brick cracks, and climbed over the wall in a few moments.

"He wants to steal that doll?"

Sigmund sneered, he had a deep understanding of the weight of the puppet, and Steve's strength was obviously in agility. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"This guy really came in with a purpose."

But that's fine. He helped me create chaos, and I could take this opportunity to ride away.

This manor obviously hides more secrets, but at this time Sigmund has no idea of ​​exploring.

The manor housekeeper Bernardo came to the stable with a lantern. Just when Sigmund thought that the other party was about to leave on horseback, he saw Bernardo open his right hand and spit out a strange note.

The next second, MavChris stopped abruptly, and then the back of the horse beside him trembled, and the horse skin on the surface was torn, revealing a mechanical structure mixed with flesh and blood.

"What is this?!"

In Sigmund's astonishment, Chris jumped on the horse's back, the joints of his body twisted, and he rushed out of the stable like a manipulated puppet and a fused horse.

The arms were bent at the elbows, and sharp blades protruded from the fractures. At the same time, the other three horses also moved, their eyes flashing red, and together with Chris, they surrounded the entire manor.

"Catch the thief, take an inventory, and see if the guy has any accomplices, and I'll take a look at the young master."

The head of the manor, Bernardo, gave instructions, and then walked quickly to Nick's room.

"What it is?!"

The changes of Chris and the horses are imminent, and now the horses' hooves are echoing outside the entire manor, it shouldn't take long for the monster to bring Steve back to the courtyard.

"I can't go away!"

Sigmund's heart sank to the bottom.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that the countdown time for the carriage had been shortened by a large margin again.

Immediately afterwards, he also got another prompt.

The transcendent enlightenment has been completed.

Special ability awakening...

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