The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared next to Nick's corpse.

Behind his neck, a beautiful face appeared.

"younger brother……"

Nicole's neck gradually elongated, sticking out like a swimming snake, swimming around Nick's remains.

Under her beautiful head is a centipede-like body.

"Terrible destructive power, this kind of firepower, ordinary mechanics can't create it."

The mechanic is the third level of the creation contract.

"wrong."

The rough palm looked carefully a few times.

"Sharp weapon, terrifying power, is it a witcher, or is it a witcher?"

"Or a church knight?"

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, the figure stood up and looked at the empty shrine.

"It was taken away."

"For Mr. Shu's entrustment, for my freedom, no matter who you are, I will find you."

…………

After returning to the hotel, removing the camouflage on the two of them, and simply cleaning and repairing, Sigmund did not leave immediately.

The festival is approaching, and the cruise ships that come and go are almost only in and out. At this time, it is very eye-catching to choose to leave.

If the fourth-order transcendent was hiding at the pier, then as long as he left, there was a high possibility that Sigmund's whereabouts would be exposed.

Even if he was not discovered on the spot, his identity could be quickly identified after the investigation.

But staying is also a very risky choice.

Compared with the two, Sigmund is more inclined to the latter. After all, his and Ashley's height and shape have been camouflaged, and it is unlikely to be recognized at a glance.

He lived not far from the police station, which was somewhat of a deterrent. If he could survive the second half of the night safely, the possibility of being discovered would be very low.

After discussing with Ashley, the female assassin also prefers to stay in the hotel. And this is also a rare opportunity for Sigmund.

The fourth-order creation contractor is hiding in the crowd. If he can lock his position, Sigmund believes that his captain should be able to teach the other party to be a man.

In addition, Sigmund also thought of the smell of motor oil on Nick, which was the smell from staying in a special environment for a long time.

This can barely be regarded as a breakthrough.

The night passed quickly, and the two waited until dawn but nothing happened. Before they could relax and rest, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, Sigmund confirmed the identity of the other party through the wooden door.

Full time doctor, Ryan.

"How did he find it here?"

"Is this really just a coincidence?"

Pretending to be awake, Sigmund opened the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Skind, have you not disturbed your sweet dreams?"

Ryan couldn't see anything unusual on his face. Seeing Sigmund's tired face, he couldn't help lowering his voice.

"My friend, you have to pay attention to moderation, your body can't always be tossing like this."

"Only you?" Sigmund looked at the empty corridor.

"Grace said she was feeling unwell, and it was all my fault. I shouldn't have tormented her like that." Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Ryan's face inevitably showed a hint of complacency.

"Is there a problem?"

At this time point, Sigmund really didn't want to deal with Ryan.

"It's not important. I just came here to tell you that Grace and I should stay on the island for a few more days, and I'm afraid we won't be able to return to Liam City with you."

"The environment here is good, and it is the place where we met, and there are many good memories."

"So that's the case." Sigmund nodded calmly.

"See you in the city. I will write to my friend. He should also be very interested in your research."

Waving goodbye, out of the corner of his eye, Sigmund noticed a little stain on Ryan's wrist.

That's the imprint left by the oil.

Seeing this scene, his heart sank suddenly.

"Impossible, can a person have two contract abilities at the same time?"

"Did he touch it accidentally, or did he deliberately test me?"

Now Sigmund is full of doubts about the doctor's identity.

At this time, the streets outside have become lively, and the parade line is getting longer and longer. Young men and women, with their carefully prepared scarecrows, are running mightily towards the fields of flowers.

They will plant a straw man in a suitable place, and if they see a target they like, they will put a letter prepared in advance into the other party's straw man.

Then just sing and dance and wait for the night to fall.

The sudden appearance of a superhuman disrupted Sigmund's plan, and even the excitement of obtaining supernatural items subsided a little.

He and Ashley just stayed around the hotel until it was completely dark. The two sat on the balcony on the second floor, watching the lively street without saying a word.

Suddenly Sigmund felt the vibration of the pen, and he turned his head in surprise, only to find that the female assassin was looking ahead as if nothing had happened.

"For fun?"

"Don't speak in person, send WeChat?"

Sigmund smiled, but still took out the prepared letter paper and drew out the pen.

Clear writing appears on paper.

"Promise me, if one day I become a beast, please kill me with your own hands!"

Sigmund was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that the calmness of the female assassin was just a disguise. In the face of extraordinary unknowns, normal people would have subconscious fear.

After thinking about it, he answered with a pen.

After a while, Ashley, who was sitting opposite him, also took out a pen and unfolded the letter paper.

The female assassin's expression changed slightly until she saw the writing left by the pen.

"Sigmon!!"

"Hahaha!"

On the letter paper is the answer given by Sigmund.

"No, I'll tie you up..."

What are you doing tied up?

who knows.

The two looked at each other, one was annoyed, the other was happy, and the sense of urgency was swept away.

Then Sigmund stood up and jumped over the railing into the street.

"Do you want to be together?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ashley nodded and also joined the parade.

Nothing to say all night.

To be on the safe side, Sigmund stayed on the island for another half day on May 4 before leaving Gwen Town and heading back to Liam City.

When he entered the city, it was completely dark.

At the same time, under the cover of night, a figure entered the room of Sheriff Corden of Gwen Town.

In the past few days, Sheriff Corden has not been doing well. He was first blackmailed by Sigmund, no, he borrowed all the money from him.

Later, the operation also faced failure. Not to mention the death of a police officer, and at the same time, Will's whereabouts were completely lost.

Mr. Sheriff lived alone. He sat at the table and took a big gulp of wine, which slightly cleared up his restless mood.

"Damn it, should I ask those two guys for help?"

He muttered casually, raised his head and took another sip of wine, but before he put down the bottle, Sheriff Corden's fat body suddenly trembled.

In the dark room, on the chair facing him, an extra figure appeared at some point.

"who?!"

Subconsciously wanted to draw the gun, but then there was severe pain, the body was paralyzed, and the head of the beautiful snake appeared in front of her eyes.

"I ask, you answer."

"I can allow you to die easier."

After an unknown amount of time, the room became silent again, and a tall figure walked out of the room, uttering a name.

"Ultraman?"

"Real name or code name?"

How can you keep your real name when you borrow money? This is Sigmund's consistent style.