The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Outside the house, the villagers in the whole village were lying in a pile. The medicine Marek used was very effective. At least until tomorrow morning, they might wake up one by one.

The three of Litton looked at Sigmon with a faint awe. They still remembered the scene not long ago when Sigmon dragged Chander like a dead dog into the village from outside the forest.

"Boss, you say this Henrik is a witcher, what is his weapon?" asked the young man beside Litton.

"Look at the gun on his waist."

"What gun?" The two of them looked at each other intently. Under the firelight, Sigmon's pistol pinned to his waist exuded a silvery white light.

"This color..." Litton's eyes widened.

"No way? He actually added moire steel to the pistol?!"

The purpose of their trip was to find moire steel, and of course they knew nothing about the properties of this metal.

"Henrik, can you show me your gun?"

Sigmon raised his head and found Litton staring straight at his waist, brother, your request is reasonable, but your tone and eyes are a bit too much.

Swish.

Without hesitation, Sigmund threw out the pistol.

Snapped.

With a slight drop in his right hand, Litton felt the weight of the pistol. With the light around him, the two people around him also came up. Under close inspection, they could easily distinguish the metal from which the pistol was made.

"It's really moiré steel, not the surface coating, but the overall structure... Look at the patterns on it, this is a spiritual power cycle, and this kind of spiritual power cycle is made on a precise structure, let alone seeing it, Never heard of it."

With a look of admiration, Litton fondly stroked the thick gun body. At the same time, he also felt a strong envy in his heart. He just wanted to find a small piece of moiré steel, but in Henrik's hands, he was used to make a whole pistol. .

"Boss, I know why he doesn't have a weapon anymore." The little servant beside him whispered.

"Do you think he will be the same as that Malek?"

The three looked at each other and said in unison, "Fourth-order?!"

Both of them are tier 4, so no metric weapons are needed.

Yes, that must be the truth.

I don't know what the three of them were muttering. Just when Sigmon was about to enter the room to inquire about the progress of the investigation, a hot body crashed into his arms.

It's Claire.

The girl wrapped around Sigmon's neck, approached his ear, and said the exact same words as Litton.

"Henrik, can you show me your gun?"

"At Litton's place, you can go to him." Sigmund replied bluntly.

"No, you should know which gun I'm talking about." His chest squeezed, and Sigmund read the flames in Claire's eyes.

He smiled slightly and asked back, "Oh... just to see?"

"Try it by the way!" Claire raised her head.

The night was dark, and the long night passed in a flash during the brother and sister's gun test.

Wake up refreshed in the morning.

When returning the gun, Sigmund was taken aback by Litton's blood-red eyes, and thought that his lashing against Claire had aroused the other party's dissatisfaction, but then he learned that it was all due to his anger towards Moire Steel. craving.

"What a good gun." Litton sighed.

Sigmund had a weird look on his face. He had heard Claire say many times last night.

After chatting for a while, everyone originally planned to part ways. The two encounters made Sigmon have a very good impression of Litton. If a person like Litton improves his strength a little bit, he can definitely become a qualified demon hunter if he is assigned to a city. Captain.

rather than his own.

Cchild's interrogation all night revolved almost exclusively around one topic.

What does it feel like?

Be specific, describe it carefully!

What's the matter, apart from the adjective cool, can't you do anything else? !

Sigmund could hear Marek's roar from far away.

If a demon hunter like Litton joins the official organization through a suitable channel, the development should be very fast. He vaguely mentioned it, and Litton seems to be a little moved.

Before leaving, an interesting thing happened.

The strongest green hat brother in history, Mr. Tom, sat alone for a long time after waking up, and then the emotions of the past flashed back in his mind.

He found the carpenter next door, who was still in a coma, in the crowd.

What's next...

Chickens fly and eggs beat, poor Mr. Carpenter, he can only be Mr. Master Craftsman in the future, the stick that supported him for the first half of his life was broken.

After everything was done, Cinder was brought, the three of Sigmund left the mountain village, and the capture of the forbidden thing was complete, but for those who were forcibly linked together, it was not over.

Completely distorted human nature, the dream home pieced together by evil forces is completely shattered.

"Two Tier 4s, really powerful men."

The three of Litton sighed.

"It's really strong," the only female member of the three repeated.

"Didn't you notice?" She spread her hands, "Claire, you haven't gotten up until now."

Litton said it was very sad.

…………

Sigmund sat in the rickety carriage, holding a notebook in his left hand and writing quickly with a pen in his right.

"Everything went well, Sigmund, Rebecca and I took the steam train to Abetus and settled down, we lived on the familiar Elm Street, yes, you read that right, Liam City. That Elm Street."

"It's not surprising that two cities have streets with the same name, and that's why Rebecca chose to live there when she came to Liam City."

I am used to seeing the bustling London, the river Thames and the towering towers in my memory, but even so, Abetus is still impressive, I have to say, this is a unique city, you will love it here .

I told Rebecca that you were still alive as you said, and she was very happy. I hope you can have a good drink with her when you come to Abetus.

She lives in a huge family, with strict classes and many rules, and came back here to develop her own business. But it was clear that Rebecca did not have a harmonious relationship with the family members, and seemed unwilling to use their power.

The new environment, the new life, there are many things that I need to adapt to. Although I meet you in my dreams every night, I hate to wash the sheets after waking up, and I don't want to lie in bed alone to experience it.

I hope to see you in Abetus.

face to face.

The pen stopped sliding, and Sigmund couldn't help showing a smile when he saw this. Although there were thousands of mountains and rivers, it didn't hinder the relationship between him and Ashley.

Almost every night, he has to enter Ashley's dream through the ability to dream. The rest of the things should be clear to you gentlemen. Because of the absurdity of the dream, the two can often experience many postures and methods that cannot be tried in reality. .

To be honest, Sigmon didn't expect to one day move in bed from physical activity to mental activity.

But how to put it, although the process is pleasant, there will always be a trace of emptiness after waking up, and even after a few days in a row, it will induce deeper **.

become more...

Just as he was about to put away the pen, his fingers moved and the paper rubbed.

In three days, if you can appear in Abetus, I would like to try the one you mentioned yesterday in reality...

Snapped!

Sigmon couldn't wait to close the note and put away the pen.

dong dong dong.

He knocked a few times to get Marek's attention.

"Captain, are there any other tasks to come? When can we get to Abetus?"

After dealing with the incident of the taboo [group], they drove the carriage all the way north for nearly half a month. They dealt with several extraordinary events and completed the containment of the taboo.

After this period of time, Sigmon's spiritual power has grown rapidly, and the third-order has steadily passed more than half of it. If he wanders for a while, he should be able to reach the minimum standard for promotion.

At this time, they were not too far away from Abetus, and they were able to drive them away with all their strength. They could arrive in two days at most, but it was obvious that the high-intensity battle and extraordinary events made Marek's spirit less stable.

Sigmund has noticed that his captain has a little irritable impulse, but the overall problem is not big, and it is still within the controllable range.

If the two rush to Abetus next, Sigmund should be able to arrive before Ashley's agreed time.

So……

It's been a long time since the newlyweds, but if Malek continues to work, Sigmund can only go together.

"Originally, there was a plantation in the west that we needed to deal with, but we were lucky. Others went there to help us solve it first, so we can go directly to Abetus and have a good rest."

"marvelous!"

Sigmon flipped over to the driver's seat of the carriage, "Go and take a rest, I'll do the rest of the way."

"Okay." Malek frowned, annoyed between his brows.

"It's a pity, Sigmund, that taboo [group] actually eats up the user's lifespan, no wonder Chandler is getting old so fast, how long has it taken him to go from a young man under 30 years old to 40 years old. A middle-aged man of many years."

"It's been more than 10 days, why are you still thinking about this?" Sigmund laughed for a while.

"Because I really want to experience it once, you know, Sigmund, a lot of times, the more you don't get something, the more you want it."

"While exchanging messages, I received news that Cinder's crime has been convicted. It is not much better than direct hanging, but you know, this guy is begging the interrogators."

"He hopes that any price can be exchanged for the last chance to use the [group]. He said that he has experienced true bliss, and other things have no meaning to him."

Psychotoxic, Sigmund exclaimed.

Malek also nodded, "Do you know what he said that night when I asked him about his specific feelings after using [Group] ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to connect ten people?"

"what?"

"He said, it's cool." Malek looked serious.

"This description is really..." Sigmon opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

"No, that's not a description."

"Wait!" Suddenly Sigmund understood something.

"Literally?"

"yes."

"It really exploded?"

"It exploded."

After a long silence, Sigmund gave Malek a thumbs up.

I want to try it after it's blown up, Captain, you are really awesome.