The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

At the same time, Ashley, who is on the other side of the city, suddenly notices the tremor of the pen as she and Rebecca take a carriage to a client's home.

The lawyer lady was in good spirits, chatting non-stop while looking at the scenery outside the window.

Seeing that she didn't pay attention to herself, Ashley carefully took out the letter paper, covered it slightly, held the pen and followed the movement of the nib, leaving handwriting on the letter paper.

"Honey……"

"You are a bright sunshine, you are a beautiful rainbow, from the first time I saw you..."

"what are you writing?!"

Rebecca, who was sitting across from him, suddenly spoke up.

"No, nothing!"

Ashley raised her head in a panic, but her right hand continued to draw on the paper.

"I said no, I saw it all."

Rebecca leaned over curiously, but Ashley hurriedly clenched the letter into a ball and threw it out the window.

"Hey……"

"I didn't say to watch it again." The lawyer muttered strangely.

Ashley took advantage of the situation to close the cap of the pen, and sat there with an expressionless face, straightening the corner of her clothes.

But no one knew that, beneath her calm surface, her heartbeat suddenly increased for no apparent reason.

"This guy……"

The female assassin gritted her teeth and couldn't tell what she was feeling.

"Finished?"

On the other side Sig remained blindfolded in the room until Marek put down the pen.

"Back to you!"

The captain threw the pen in annoyance. He lowered his head and looked at the writing on the paper with a smile on his face.

"I should be a poet, tsk tsk, what a pity...or maybe I should find a female writer?"

He muttered to himself.

At this time, Sigmund had already checked and put away the pen.

Walking out of the door, the pen trembled, and he received the message from Ashley.

"What a mess."

Ashley's handwriting seemed a little messy, but Sigmund smiled wryly and replied immediately, "Sorry, I promise not to do it next time."

The captain wants it and I have to give it, but it should only be a signature and documents.

"Not next time?" Ashley, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned in confusion.

"Did my answer embarrass him?"

Her heart was in a mess, and she really couldn't answer those explicit words.

Should he answer yes or no?

If you don't respond, it's easy to be misunderstood.

That's why Ashley wrote the sentence that was neither light nor heavy, but Sigmund's answer left her a little dazed.

Seeing that it won't happen next time, she is somewhat disappointed for some reason.

Unexpectedly, Ashley gripped the pen tightly, "I understand, but be careful."

After writing a short line, she felt dry mouth and her heart was beating fast.

On the other hand, Sigmund smiled indifferently.

"It's quite generous."

And he didn't know at all what Ashley saw.

Captain Malek sent Sigmund to a fat little man named Harris, codenamed Eye in the team.

Little combat power, but almost equivalent to a moving camera, after sending him to track down Ryan, Sigmon returned to the apartment alone.

He came back to learn that Lawrence had left Liam City to visit his sister Alyssa, and heard from Rebecca that Miss Rila had also been sent to another country by a perfumer.

Back in the room, Sigmund listed all the extraordinary events he had experienced since White Seagull Manor on a piece of paper.

He struggled to recall, looking for the common ground of these events.

In his consciousness, the hourglass will fill up again in two days at most, and by then, he should have almost digested the spiritual power that has grown in his body.

Continue to absorb once, and Sigmon estimates that he can reach the apex of the first order.

"You have to prepare in advance and find a way to find reinforcement materials."

"However, will this promotion speed be too fast?"

Even if you count the digestion time for his next absorption of spiritual power, it should not exceed half a month.

The little fat Harris was very fast, and in the afternoon sent Sigmon the relevant information about Ryan and that Ms. Grace.

Ryan's message was very simple, and everything seemed to follow, but that Grace was a little weird, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Sigmund also learned from Harris that the doctor had just returned to his home in Liam City in the afternoon, and Harris had rushed over at the first time.

Harris can use spiritual power to draw eye symbols on the surface of some buildings. After hiding, before the spiritual power dissipates, he can observe everything around him through this eye.

In addition, he can share vision with some small animals to complete silent tracking.

But this ability is not completely invisible, so be very careful when using it.

Sigmon thought for a while and decided to take the initiative to visit.

He is now back in Liam City, backed by the Demon Hunter team. He is very safe here. If he finds out the identity of the extraordinary person earlier, he can avoid a lot of trouble.

Hiring a carriage, he first came to Cross Street, bought an exquisite gift box, and then, after a long hesitation, put his pen in it.

"It takes a little luck."

No matter what Ryan wrote with the pen he gave, Sigmund could learn everything from the other one in Ashley's hand.

Of course, before doing this, he had told Ashley the whole plan with a pen.

The carriage was moving fast, Sigmon paid the fare, jumped out of the carriage, tidied up and rang the doorbell.

After a long time, the door was opened.

The doctor appeared in front of Sigmon with a tired face.

"good afternoon!"

"I saw your carriage into town."

Sigmon greeted with a smile, noting that the doctor's face was pale and his steps were vain, as if his whole body had been hollowed out.

"Your body..."

"No way, a real man needs to meet all the requirements of a female partner." Ryan murmured.

"Bringing you good news." Sigmon raised the gift in his hand.

"My friend asked me to pass it on to you. He used this pen to write down the molecular formulas of many perfume formulas." He pretended to casually mention it, and then changed the subject.

"He is very interested in your research and hopes to write to communicate with you. Of course, in order to avoid being disturbed by other people, he hopes that I can forward the letter between you."

"marvelous!"

The doctor waved his arm excitedly, "Friend, you really helped me a lot."

"And this pen~www.novelmt.com~ Ryan opened the gift box, "A magical lucky pen?" "

"Maybe he can inspire me too!"

He carefully put away the pen, and upon hearing this sentence, Sigmund's tense heart relaxed a little.

The rest is left to fate.

"I have to thank you very much. I came back in a hurry. I have to take a good rest, and then invite you to come to my place as a guest!"

"It's so bad, I should have gone with you." Ryan complained casually.

"You don't know, just yesterday, the sheriff of Gwen Township was found dead at home, and many people were interrogated this morning."

"The sheriff is dead?!"

Sigmon's heart throbbed violently. On the opposite side of him, Ryan didn't seem to notice that Sigmon's abnormality was still talking to himself.

At the same time, a slender figure was observing all this indifferently by a certain orifice window in the room on the second floor.