The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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"Forgot to make a formal self-introduction."

Suddenly remembering something, Onila smiled and took a sip of the coffee on the table. The continuous running has already made her mentally exhausted and hungry.

But even so, she didn't lose her proper etiquette. She took a small mouthful of meals and whispered softly. It could be seen that the woman in front of her had an excellent background.

"I'm Onila Tarres, from Abetus, a woman writer."

Sigmon also took advantage of the situation to make a formal self-introduction, and after a little chat, Onila continued the topic.

"Because of my work, I have been to many places, not only the Kingdom of Elam, but also the Eastern Continent, Western Continent and Southern Islands, so it is no exaggeration to say that my knowledge may not be profound, but my knowledge is definitely worth it. broad."

"But even so, I have to admit that Luis is the most special of all I've seen so far."

"Which aspect specifically?" Sigmund asked curiously.

He had an inexplicable hunch that the Louis they were talking about at this time must be the one that Mr. Tree was looking for.

"In every way."

Ornella increased her tone, "He didn't do anything out of line, but no matter how he dresses or behaves, he seems to be someone who doesn't belong to this era."

Does not belong to this era? Sigmund's heart skipped a beat.

"What about the specifics?" He refilled Ornella's cup with coffee, and he asked pretending not to care.

"Did you know? For a period of time, there was a popular saying in the whole of Abetus and even the kingdom of Elam. Some experts and scholars believed that the indoor air should be kept absolutely unobstructed, and we should keep the air circulating 24 hours a day."

"If you really can't stand the windows open all the time, then you can put a bowl of water in the house, because according to the theory at the time, this bowl of water will absorb all the turbidity of life in a few hours."

"I remember that Louis once whispered to this theory while reading a newspaper. He mentioned something about carbon, oxygen, in short, something I couldn't understand. But his expression told me that those who support this theory The so-called experts are all idiots in his eyes."

"There are many similar things. He expressed contempt for women's corsets and thought the steam train was stupid and stupid, but in the eyes of everyone at the time, the steam train was simply one of the greatest inventions in the world."

Tucked his slightly drooping hair, "I can see that he is not rhetoric. After each attack, he has detailed theories to support his views, and I have never heard similar words from others since then. "

Ornella seemed to be caught up in memories, telling about the bits and pieces of her life back then, but Sigmon, who was sitting opposite him at this time, couldn't calm down for a long time.

He was sure.

To be able to say such words, this Louis may be a member of the Transmigration Army just like him.

But it is very strange that in this world, Sigmund could not find any trace of Louis' existence.

He despises steam trains, which means that the other party must know about the first industrial revolution, a modern person lives in such a world, and the superiority of a civilization iteration is difficult for him not to make some changes.

Even the most trivial, changes from ordinary life.

His predecessor, low-key, doesn't look like a transmigrator.

Why?

Is it because he doesn't want to, or because he can't, is it simply too late, or does he have a bigger purpose? Sigmund doesn't know.

"You know what? Sigmund, the most amazing thing is that I met someone very special when I was about 19 years old, but in the ten years since I left that town, my memory This person has never been seen before."

"Can you imagine?" Ornella gestured with both hands. "It's like someone has wiped the memory of him from my mind during these 10 years, and I didn't remember his name again until not long ago."

"You lost this memory, no, it's more like being blocked." Sigmund sat up straight.

The titular brother of Lawrence, the eccentric traverser senior, really has many hidden mysteries.

"What happened to remind you of him suddenly?" Sigmund grasped the point of the question. He hadn't seen him in ten years. He believed that Ornella was definitely not here for no reason.

Onila raised her head and glanced at Sigmon, with a hesitant expression on her face, "Recently, some strange things have happened to me, some bizarre common sense, incomprehensible..."

"Forget it, you won't believe it when you say it." The female writer shook her head, but at this moment, she suddenly heard a crisp sound, and when she looked up, she realized that Sigmon was holding a knife in his hand.

"Similar to this?" He stabbed the knife into his palm while laughing.

"God!" Onila exclaimed, turning her head slightly as if she couldn't bear to look directly at the bloodshed that was about to happen.

Ding!

The moment the knife touched his palm, Sigmon finished hardening, and a crisp metal crash sounded, and the thin knife snapped.

Smiling, Sigmund placed his metallic palm in front of Ornella's eyes.

"Trust me, I've seen a lot of strange things like that." After he finished speaking, he released the hardened state, while Ornella remained surprised.

After a long while, the female writer recovered from her astonishment, took a sip of coffee, and looked at Sigmon with a solemn face.

"What I'm going to say next is far more exaggerated than this. Recently, I started seeing some weird visions. At first I thought it was caused by lack of sleep and nervousness, but until one day..."

Onila sighed, "Something I saw actually happened."

She found a notebook and handed it to Sigmund.

"This is a copy I re-transcribed from memory. As a writer, life can always bring me a lot of inspiration, so I will record some small things from time to time as a normal material reserve."

Sigmon turned the first page, and the diary marked May 1st.

"He pushed the crowd away in a panic, and the man with a vicious aura was calling behind him, little bastard, dare to steal my bread! The boy stumbled onto the road, and the next second a carriage galloped past... !"

The entire text was without beginning or end, just a fragmentary fragment, and at this time, Ornella's mood was obviously much lower, and she was holding a coffee cup in both hands.

"Later, I read this report in the newspaper, the boy who died was named Bertie Holt, I swear I never saw him, but the face in the newspaper was exactly the same as the one in my dream. ."

"I don't know what I wrote that killed him..."

"Or say your words foreshadowed his death." Sigmund said.

"Yes~www.readwn.com~ Because these people have nothing to do with me, so I can't confirm some guesses at all, until my friend's name appeared in the text I wrote later."

Onila shook her head in pain, "But I couldn't do anything, he still burned to death."

While listening to the story of the female writer, Sigmon continued to look back, and a large piece of text came into view. At a certain moment, he saw a description in it, and then stopped abruptly.

The slightly messy handwriting made Sigmon's heart contract suddenly, but in the hot June, he felt a chill down his spine.

"He detonated the explosives, jumped off the bell tower, and got into the secret passage prepared in advance..."

"...But in the end, he still couldn't get rid of that big snake from the dark!"

Clock tower, explosion, serpent!

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