The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Sigmund was unhappy.

It wasn't because of the dance he danced with Princess Charlotte just now. This was the first dance he had danced in public since he crossed. Although he had no experience, the superhuman's powerful body control made him feel certain about this need. Activities that can be done well with physical coordination are easy to master.

In addition, Princess Charlotte has a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, and her waist is soft... Well, in short, the process of dancing is very wonderful.

But after the end, when he was looking for a sad drink to moisten his throat and take a rest, he unexpectedly received a note from the maid.

"Is it the end?" Putting down the glass, Sigmund muttered to himself, "Does our Lord Duke still want me to dance the second dance?"

I found a place where no one was, and quietly opened the note.

Snapped!

The note was shaken into powder by him, but the expression on Sigmon's face fell into a sluggishness.

"Invite me to a dance, S."

As soon as he looked up, he saw a figure standing beside the stone pillar on the opposite side of the dance floor.

Montana.

Seeing Sigmund's gaze, a knowing smile appeared on Montana's face, as if she had discovered someone else's little secret.

In fact, the note only said invite me to a dance.

The S at the back is very vague, and the whole is small. It even looks like a little bit of ink formed inadvertently after writing a sentence, but seeing the expression on Montana's face, Sigmon understands that he is very likely was discovered by the opponent.

S is the initials of his name.

"When? How did she find me?"

"Just a guess, or is there solid evidence?"

"Could it be that there is the power of the Oracle Church behind this?"

Sigmund had to start an association. His original suspended animation was just to stay away from Teresa and Lawrence. Now, Teresa took the head of the superior and disappeared, and Lawrence was not in Ellen.

It stands to reason that it doesn't make much difference whether Sigmund's identity is exposed or not, but if Sigmund and Henrik are equal, then many things can't stand the association.

"going or not?"

"Would it be the same as admitting to go, but wouldn't it make me feel guilty if I didn't go?" For a while, Sigmund was extremely irritable, and he secretly made up his mind that he would never attend any **** from now on.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked with concern when she discovered Sigmon's anomaly.

"If I go to invite other ladies to dance now, will it embarrass you more?"

"No." Charlotte thought for a while, "but I'll leave for a while."

"Why?" Sigmund looked puzzled.

"If you find your prey tonight, and the other party happens to like you, but I think no one would dare to accept your invitation in front of me, so it's better for me to disappear for a while."

Sigmund was stunned for a moment, then smiled and gave Charlotte a thumbs up.

"You are so sweet!"

"But don't worry, I'm going to do serious business."

Charlotte snorted coldly, "As far as I know, every aristocrat who cheats is doing so-called serious things when he is caught."

Uh……

It was a joke, but it didn't take long for Charlotte to find an excuse to leave the ballroom, and Sigmund also decided to invite Montana. No matter what the result was, he still hoped to take the initiative in his own hands.

Taking off her standard robe, Montana changed into a simple white dress. She didn't have too many jewelry decorations on her body, but for some reason, the simple dress did not make people feel shabby. A special sense of tranquility.

"Meet again." Sigmund walked to Montana and gave a standard invitation.

"Miss Montana, can I invite you to a dance?"

Looking at this unfamiliar face in front of her, Montana's heart was pounding. Her intuition told herself that this person was an old friend she was familiar with, but she didn't ask questions rashly because she wanted to confirm it up close.

Nodding lightly, just when Montana was about to put it on Sigmon's right hand, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded from her ear.

"Mr. Henrik!"

Prince Philip rushed in.

"I don't think Charlotte would like to see you invite other women to dance with you at the ball, besides..." He stepped forward and stood beside Montana.

"Please gentleman, don't use your power to coerce a woman to do something she doesn't want to do."

(⊙o⊙) What?

Sigmund was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Prince Philip amusedly, "His Royal Highness, where did you see me coercing this lady?"

"Before the banquet started, you had entangled Ms. Montana in the outer corridor, and now, you are here again." Philip shook his head, "Perhaps in other places, your identity makes it impossible to directly reject you, But this is my banquet and my guests can say no to anyone!"

"So please leave, let's keep each other's last respect." Philip said righteously.

"His Royal Highness, you seem to have made a mistake." Sigmund smiled, "Should you ask Ms. Montana for her opinion and see if she would like to dance with me?"

"Are you still not giving up?" Philip remembered some of the things Yvonne told him about this Henrik, and a burst of disgust rose in his heart, but just as his face sank and he was about to accentuate his tone, he was beside him. A soft voice came.

"His Royal Highness, although I am very grateful, then I have to explain one thing. This Mr. Henrik did not pester me, but in fact I was about to agree to his invitation." Montana said from the side.

"What did you say?!"

Philip turned his head sharply and stared at the woman beside him, "Do you know who I am? I'm Prince Philip, and at the same time..." He mumbled, but the message in his eyes seemed to tell Montana, I am your leader.

Montana nodded, "I know, His Royal Highness~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Thank you for your kindness, but it's just a misunderstanding, so... can I dance with this Mr. Henrik?"

The expression on his face changed, and Philip's eyes swept back and forth on the faces of Sigmund and Montana. He was supposed to be the absolute protagonist tonight, but from the beginning, many things didn't go so smoothly.

Especially this Henrik, who hindered himself again and again and made himself humiliated in front of him. This time, he originally ran over with the idea of ​​​​out of anger, but in the end, it turned out to be. Biggest joke.

His head was dizzy, and Sigmon's polite smile seemed to have turned into sarcasm in his eyes. The accumulated emotions could not be released, causing Philip's body to tremble.

Dizzy, Philip, who had never suffered such a series of blows, made an impulsive move when he was extremely depressed.

He bent down and saluted, extending his arm to Montana.

"Beautiful lady, can I invite you to a dance?"

oops……

Seeing this scene, the corners of Sigmund's eyes twitched. He suddenly felt a little pitiful for the little prince who had been beaten one after another all night, and even hoped that Montana would choose the other party.

but……

"I'm sorry, Prince Philip." Montana smiled slightly, "Mr. Henrik invited me first, so I can only refuse you."

At this moment, Sigmund seemed to hear Prince Philip's heartbroken voice.

"Hold on, boy!"