The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

kill yourself.

Easier said than done.

"I investigated some history, and a lot of information is difficult to collect, but I can vaguely guess the identities of some people, they should be the last of us, or earlier."

"Without exception, everyone has failed."

"Because the time interval between each rebirth is too long, no matter how many times you try, the possibility of success is very slim, because the enemy is very strong and the game is very difficult." Louis smiled bitterly.

"So the only way is to let the next rebirth come as soon as possible, and make corresponding arrangements according to the power I currently have. I want to give my successor a safe growth environment as much as possible."

"I'm going to be a guidebook." Louis joked.

"Have you played Bloodborne? Have you played Dark Souls? Or Sekiro or Nioh? You can only play that kind of game once, and you can't find one out of a million people who can pass the level."

"But if you change your thinking and add one more forerunner and one more strategy book, will the possibility of customs clearance be greatly improved?"

"I hope my death can be worthwhile." Louis stood up.

"Let's talk about it today. I know you still have a lot of doubts, but there are some things that can't be said now. Once they are said, some things will be plausible in the future. You should know how big the impact is."

"Go to the fishing village. Go to the place where the head came. I left a gift for you there. As for the way to the fishing village, Juan Pablo will take you there. He was the captain of the sea at the beginning."

Am I such a genius as a prince? Sigmon was powerless to complain, and he didn't even know when the next telecommunication meeting would be.

Looking for another First Empire parchment? Shouldn't be that simple, maybe an item or a trigger medium.

"Sigmund." Louis reached out and pressed little Sigmund's forehead.

"If I knew you were going to die, but couldn't save you, would you hate me?"

"Didn't you say I'm a survivor?" The child raised his head, "I'm lucky, at least I've outlived those who died." He looked sideways at Louis.

"Is it tomorrow?"

"No, many years later."

"Will it hurt?"

"Probably not. It's like sleeping in a carriage."

"What about you?" he continued.

"When you die, I will die too, because only then will the game begin again."

"Let's eat roast goose tonight." The child suddenly changed the subject.

"Aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that you won't be able to eat roast goose tonight?"

"Looks like I really asked a stupid question. Come on, let's eat roast goose," Louis replied.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked away. Although Louis said it was easy, it seemed like a relay game, but Louis was still experiencing more of himself, so Sigmund could fully feel the heaviness behind the lightness.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing under a big tree, and every leaf on the tree represented a memory, but because of Louis' relationship, many memories became incomplete.

In addition to this, there are also large-scale tampering, perhaps Louis did it intentionally, in short, at this time, he has no way to find the real memory of his predecessor.

At this time, myself and Louis are like two branches growing out of a tree. They have the same root but have many differences, but in the final analysis they have the same purpose.

"Fishing village, gifts, Juan Pablo." Sigmon wrote down his heart.

He knew the past of Louis and the origin of Lawrence, but there were still more questions to be resolved. What was the treasure that Louis took out of the head of the superior? Could it be a gift to stay in the fishing village?

Who is Teresa? What other arrangements has Louis made over the years?

A long time has passed in the spiritual world, but back to reality, time has only passed for a short moment. Sigmund has experienced a lot this whole night. He was lying on the sofa in the carriage and did not want to get up. Drowsily fell asleep.

At the same time, in a certain sea area in the southern part of the Elam Kingdom, on a large deformed ship, a man with an extraordinarily tall stature, like a beast, penetrated the clouds in the sky.

"Have you found out what happened in Liam City?" The man's voice was like a dull thunder, "Have you found the news of Mr. Tree yet?"

"Lord Demoro, after the explosion in Cross Street, Mr. Tree was attacked by a mysterious man. After escaping, he sneaked into Liam City and destroyed the Cathedral of Dawn with a meteorite."

"After that, no trace of him was found, and even the extraordinary items he left on the island were not collected."

A man with an ugly face replied. The man was tall, only slightly shorter than the giant Demoro, with huge eyes and a flat nose, and the corners of his mouth were split to the sides.

Like a catfish's face slapped on the human head.

"Who would have thought that what the madman said was right, that the bishop of the Oracle Church actually sent back what we needed, but what is that?"

"It's just a shriveled empty shell." Demoro snorted coldly.

"Sabic."

"My lord!" the ugly man said respectfully.

"Go see that lieutenant general and tell him that the time has come to prove his bloodline's glory. Go and tear apart the coastal defense line in the southern part of the Elam Kingdom!"

"This summer, I want to make the southern city of the kingdom of Elland a carnival venue for all pirates, and make the situation completely chaotic."

"Hmph, the betrayal of a vice-admiral, no amount of supernatural beings can fill this big hole. In order to maintain the stability of the situation, what will the Duke of Abetus do?"

"The richness of the kingdom of Elam is not only the heart of the church, but the guys in Konos will not stand by and watch, right?" His eyes penetrated the clouds and looked to the far north.

Mr. Tree, where did this guy go and what exactly is his plan?

…………

The next morning, after waking up, jumped out of the carriage, returned to the apartment, and changed into clean clothes. Rebecca and Rebecca were extremely curious about Sigmon's bald head.

Remembering the promise to Newcomen, Sigmund drove the carriage to 52 Price Street after breakfast.

"How's the progress?"

"I encountered a few difficulties, how can I come here today?" Savery asked.

"I'm already level 4."

"So fast?!" Even though he had expected it, he was still envious when he heard that Sigmon entered the 4th-order Savery, "Is there anything else at hand?" he asked suddenly.

"Is it okay?" Sigmund felt a little strange, "That's why I came to help."

"It turned out to be like this. I had long considered that you would enter the fourth rank, so the teacher prepared a gift for you."

"So considerate?" Sigmon looked excited. "Where is the thing?"

"In the storage room behind you ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the red sealed box, you can see it after you open it." Saveri watched from a distance.

Entering the room, he couldn't wait to open the red box in his hand, but Sigmon was dumbfounded, because another red box appeared in front of him.

"What?"

He continued to dismantle it suspiciously.

New red box.

What about this doll?

One after another, they finally opened a red box the size of a palm, and a golden key lay quietly inside.

"What is this?" Picking up the key in his hand, Sigmund turned around suspiciously, but at this time Savery stood at the door with a smile and waved his right hand.

"Have a nice trip, Sigmund."

In the next second, the brilliant golden light devoured Sigmon's whole body. After a flash of flash, there were only a lot of unpacked empty boxes left in the storage room.