The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Just when Montana and others were visiting and reviewing the history of the church, behind the red door, in the solemn and luxurious room, the glorious bishop Norius in a pure white robe looked at the light and shadow in front of him respectfully.

As the sixth-order Gintama messenger, the bishop of the Glory Diocese, only the seventh-order church guarding the kingdom of Elam, Pope Odosi, can make him so respectful.

Norius is young and strong, looking only in his 40s. His jet-black hair is neatly combed behind his head. His nose is high and his face is sharp. .

"Sir Pope, the investigation of the Liam City incident is almost complete. Blasphemer Bellegarde appeared. According to Igor's investigation, when he arrived at the Church of Dawn, he felt a terrifying aura that surpassed his power. The level of the evil god."

"Maybe it really is the breath of an ancient god."

"How did Igor die?" Opposite Bishop Glory, a hazy light and shadow asked, it was not the Pope who appeared here.

"There is no clue. But being able to kill a 6th-order silently, such a power..."

"I can't do it either." Guangying sighed.

"Could it be...?"

"There is no need to guess, at least we have proved one thing. It is not that there is a problem with the direction of our research, but that the most important thing in the head has really been taken away."

"Is this Louis Prince Louis? Is he still alive?" Bishop Wang Hui asked.

"Impossible, he's dead, I'm pretty sure." Guangying replied indifferently.

"But……"

"There is no but, take that head away, go to the sea, and hand it over to those who have been looking for it, and leave the rest to them." Light and Shadow ordered.

"Are you really going to give them that head? With this head and the rest, maybe they can really successfully summon the coming of the superior." Bishop Hui was a little worried.

"Go for it, the goddess has seen everything clearly, war is the worst plan, and we still have many opportunities before that."

"Dawn shines, the goddess is supreme." Bishop Guanghui bowed and saluted.

"How is the selection of the goddess going?"

"Everything is fine, but one stands out in particular."

"Oh?"

"A second-order, from Liam City."

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The so-called Blue Harbor is not a brothel, to be precise, it is a high-end club that can provide leisure and entertainment.

Clean and tidy rugs, furniture from fine artisans from the south of Konos, and Sigmon and the others got there when the sun had set, the busiest time of the day for a place like this.

All kinds of men go in and out. Although they have never been to such a place, the general rules are somewhat familiar from the books and movies of the previous life.

As soon as he entered the door, Sigmund generously took out a roll of banknotes. He did not speak, but pointed to Malek who was following him.

"Be the best."

"Sorry, sir, which activity do you prefer, painting, music, chess or reading?"

"Paint it," Sigmon replied casually, and he looked at Malek, "This gentleman is especially good at drawing women." After reading the meaning in Sigmund's eyes, Malek nodded frantically.

"My fingers are very flexible, and everything I've tried says it's good."

Sigmund was not stingy, and took out all the money he had. "Have fun, Captain."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"No, there are important things tomorrow." Sigmon shook his head. It's okay to have a simple understanding of the customs and culture here, and there is no need for in-depth exchanges.

"Alright then." Malek didn't care either, and quickly focused his attention.

"Sir, there are 5 ladies you can discuss with you about painting. Which of them would you like to meet?"

Nodding with satisfaction, after observing carefully for a long time, Malek suddenly asked, "Which of these five young ladies has ever been married?"

"marry?"

"Sorry sir, none of them."

"What..." Malek looked disappointed.

"What about the others, who have been married?"

"This..." Seeing that Malek didn't seem to be joking, the waiter hurriedly investigated and gave the answer not long after, "There are three young ladies who have been married before, and among them..."

"Wait, which one of the three has a missing husband?"

At this time, the receptionist was completely confused by Malek, and only Sigmund, who was standing aside, couldn't help but snicker.

Even if it is prostitution, I have principles.

"Sorry." The receptionist was about to cry, "They are all divorced normally, and the husband should still be alive."

"That's a pity." Malek sighed, grabbed a wad of money that Sigmon put on the table, and put it into his pocket with a calm expression.

Sigmon's eyes widened, watching Malek's series of operations.

"This money..."

"Yours," Malek said, and Sigmund nodded, then stretched out his right hand.

"The money is yours, but you treat me to consume it. I can't use it now, so... the money is mine now."

Nima... Sigmund's eyes widened.

Although this logic is outrageous, it can be justified, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but seeing Malek's expression at this time, Sigmon is still a little unhappy.

"To be honest, are you out for whoring or cheating today?"

At this moment, Sigmund deeply felt the danger of the world. He was still too young, and he was still brooding until he drove back to his apartment on Elm Street.

For this reason, the two extra steaks he ate at night had to be added for an hour before going to bed in order to aid digestion.

The next morning, after getting up and having breakfast, Sigmon went straight to the Duke's Mansion. Before going to bed last night, he absorbed most of the energy in the hourglass and increased his spiritual power by a large margin.

This is only the third rank, and the demand for spiritual power is becoming more and more exaggerated, and the promotion time in the future will definitely be greatly extended.

The plan that Duke Dressel arranged for Sigmund was very simple, extraordinary stimulation, and stable transformation. Considering Sigmund's specialness, he could maximize the efficiency of this simple process.

In the next few days, Sigmon stayed in the Duke's Mansion for food and lodging. With the blessing of rituals and some extraordinary items, in just ten days, Sigmon raised his spiritual power to the lowest level that could be promoted to Tier 4. Require.

But this is not the end.

"Normally speaking, the spiritual power you have now is enough for you to be promoted to the fourth-order executioner, but the path we are going to take is different~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You need to compress the spiritual power in your body to the limit, and then the chaos value accumulation."

"Destroying the Gregorian weapon is just a tricky method. The important thing is to guide, in addition to the construction of the memory palace."

The Duke looked at Sigmund, "Go and rest for a few days, relax, and I will send someone to inform you."

After several days in a row, Sigmund really felt tired, so he said hello and left.

"Teacher, shouldn't we remind him?" said Charlotte, who watched Sigmon leave.

"No, it's just to increase his chances of encountering extraordinary events in the past few days, as preparation for promotion. He needs some more direct and specific stimulation." Duke Dressel opened the book in his hand.

"Is there any danger?"

"It's okay, Sigmund is far more powerful than you see."

"But after all, it was a taboo that interfered with him..."