The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared beside Nick's corpse.

At the neck behind him, a beautiful face appeared.

"younger brother……"

Nicole's neck gradually elongated, protruding like a swimming snake, swimming around Nick's wreckage.

Beneath her beautiful head is a body like a centipede.

"The terrifying destructive power, this kind of firepower, can't be produced by ordinary mechanics."

The mechanic is the third tier of the creation contract.

"wrong."

The rough palm looked carefully a few times.

"Sharp weapons, terrifying power, a witcher, or a witcher?"

"Or a church knight?"

After muttering a few words in a low voice, the figure stood up and his eyes fell on the empty shrine.

"It was taken."

"For Mr. Tree's entrustment, for my freedom, no matter who you are, I will find you."

…………

Returning to the hotel, removing the disguise on the two, and after a simple cleaning and repair, Sigmon did not leave immediately.

The festival is approaching, and there are almost no cruise ships going in and out. It is very striking to choose to leave at this time.

If the fourth-order superhuman was hiding at the dock, then as long as he left, Sigmon would have a great chance of revealing his whereabouts.

Even if he is not found on the spot, the investigation after the event can quickly lock his identity.

But staying is also a risky choice.

Compared with the two, Sigmon is more inclined to the latter. After all, he and Ashley's height and appearance have been disguised, and it is unlikely that they will be recognized at a glance.

The place where he lives is not far from the police station, which is somewhat of a deterrent. If he can survive the second half of the night safely, then the possibility of being discovered is very low.

After discussing it with Ashley, the female assassin also prefers to stay in the hotel. And it's a rare opportunity for Sigmund.

The fourth-order creator of the contract was hiding in the crowd. If he could lock his position, Sigmon believed that his captain should be able to teach him how to behave.

In addition, Sigmund also remembered the smell of engine oil mixed on Nick's body, which was contaminated by staying in a special environment for a long time.

This can barely be regarded as a breakthrough.

The night passed quickly, and the two waited until dawn but nothing happened. Before they could relax, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, Sigmon confirmed the identity of the other party through the wooden door.

Full time doctor, Ryan.

"How did he find this place?"

"Is this really just a coincidence?"

Pretending to be awake, Sigmund opened the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Skinder, did you disturb your sweet dreams?"

There was nothing unusual on Ryan's face. He saw Sigmon's tired face and couldn't help lowering his voice.

"My friend, you have to pay attention to moderation, your body can't be so tormented all the time."

"Only you?" Sigmund glanced at the empty hallway.

"Grace said that her body was a little uncomfortable. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have tossed her like that." In the second half of the sentence, Ryan's face inevitably showed a hint of pride.

"Is there a problem?"

At this point in time, Sigmund really didn't want to deal with Ryan.

"It's not important, I'm just here to tell you that Grace and I should stay on the island for a few more days, and I'm afraid we won't be able to return to Liam City with you."

"The environment here is good, and it's a place where we met, and there are many good memories."

"So it is." Sigmund nodded calmly.

"See you in the city, I will write to my friend, who should also be very interested in your research."

Waving goodbye, out of the corner of his eye, Sigmon noticed a little stain on Ryan's wrist.

That's the mark left by the oil.

Seeing this scene, his heart sank suddenly.

"Impossible, can one person have two contract abilities at the same time?"

"Is it accidentally touching and staying, or is he testing me on purpose?"

Now Sigmund is full of doubts about the doctor's identity.

At this time, the streets outside had become lively, and the parade was getting longer and longer. Young men and women with carefully prepared scarecrows rushed to the fields and flowers.

They will tie down the straw man in the right place, and if they see the target they like, they will put the pre-prepared letter into the other party's straw man.

All that's left is to sing and dance, and wait for night to fall.

The sudden appearance of the extraordinary disrupted Sigmon's plan, and even the excitement of obtaining extraordinary items subsided.

He and Ashley were only active near the hotel and waited until it was completely dark. The two sat on the terrace poking out on the second floor, watching the lively streets without saying a word.

Suddenly, Sigmon felt the pen vibrate. He turned his head in surprise, only to find the female assassin staring straight ahead as if nothing had happened.

"Have fun?"

"Don't speak face to face, send WeChat?"

Sigmund smiled, but still took out the prepared stationery and pulled out the pen.

Clear handwriting appears on the paper.

"Promise me, if one day I become a beast, please kill me with your own hands!"

Sigmon was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that the female assassin's calmness was just a disguise. Faced with the extraordinary unknown, normal people would have subconscious fear.

After thinking about it, he answered with a pen.

After a while, Ashley, who was sitting opposite him, also took out a pen and unfolded the letter.

Until she saw the writing left by the pen, the female assassin's expression changed slightly.

"Sigmon!!"

"Hahaha!"

On the letter paper is the answer given by Sigmund.

"No, I'll tie you up..."

What are you tying up for?

who knows.

The two looked at each other, one annoyed, the other happy, and the sense of urgency was swept away.

Then Sigmund stood up and jumped over the railing into the street.

"Want to be together?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ashley nodded and also joined the parade.

Silent all night.

To be on the safe side, Sigmund stayed on the island for another half day on May 4th before Sigmund left Gwen and set off for Liam.

By the time he entered the city, it was completely dark.

At the same time, under the cover of night, a figure entered the room of Gwen Town Sheriff Corden.

Sheriff Corden has not been doing well in the last few days. He was first blackmailed by Sigmund, no, he borrowed all the money on him.

Subsequently, the operation also faced failure, and a police officer died without saying anything, and at the same time completely lost Will's whereabouts.

Mr. Sheriff lives alone. He sits at the table and takes a gulp of wine, clearing his irritability a little~www.novelmt.com~ Damn, should I ask those two guys for help? "

He mumbled casually, raised his head and took another sip of wine, but before he could put the bottle down, Sheriff Corden's fat body suddenly shook.

In the dimly lit room, on the chair facing him, a figure appeared at some point.

"Who?!"

Subconsciously, he wanted to draw the gun, but then severe pain came, his body was paralyzed, and the head of the beautiful snake appeared in front of him.

"I ask, you answer."

"I can allow you to die easier."

After an unknown amount of time, the room returned to silence again, and the tall figure walked out of the room and spit out a name.

"Altman?"

"Your real name or your code name?"

How can you keep your real name by borrowing money, this is the consistent style of Sigmund.