The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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"Henrik."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Sigmon recognized the identity of the other party.

Claire, the rebellious witcher girl he was on a mission with Juana not long ago, his brother Litton is also a witcher, a good and stable man.

"Why are you here?" After a while, Claire didn't change much, the carriage stopped, and Litton walked down, greeted each other and asked each other's intentions.

"Did you also get the news and plan to go into the mountains?" Litton asked, completely ignoring his sister's behavior of squeezing Sigmon's arm with her chest.

"I'm going to build a new set of gloves to prepare for promotion to Tier 3. The main material is a rare metal moiré steel, which can assist in the transmission of spiritual power and enhance combat effectiveness, but only in extremely remote and dangerous places. to find out.”

"If our goals are the same, we can go together." Litton issued an invitation. In his heart, Sigmund was a powerful witcher, while Malek, who was standing beside Sigmund, looked thin and inconspicuous. .

But Litton has seen all kinds of people, guys with the attitude of Malek, either stupid idiots or unruly strong people.

Adhering to the idea of ​​things like similar things, Litton will naturally raise Malek's identity subconsciously.

"No, we have something to do north, and we just happened to pass by here. We've been on the road for too long and want to find a place to rest and replenish supplies."

Sigmund mumbled.

As for the moiré steel that Litton said, if Sigmund remembered correctly, the new revolver that Newcomen gave him was made of moiré steel.

Teacher, the atmosphere.

It seems that the high-level creator contractor is a real local tyrant.

"Do you come here often? According to the map, there is a barren village not far from this mountain." Sigmund asked.

"Desolate village?" Litton smiled eccentrically. "It's not desolate at all. Recently, I've been in the mountains a few times, and every time I pass by here."

"No way, this is the closest place to find people, but to be honest, if I have a choice, I really don't want to stop there."

"I think the people there are very nice." Claire retorted aside.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was falling, and it was obviously not suitable to continue going into the mountain at this time, "Let's talk about the weirdness of that place as we walk, and you'll see it in a while." Litton shook his head with a wry smile.

Sigmund jumped into the carriage, and Claire huddled with him intimately. Everyone was an adult and understood everything. The change in Claire's expression on his brows had already explained everything.

Malek can only bored to the back.

In addition to the two brothers and sisters, there were also two young men, a man and a woman, in Litton's team. The young man seemed to have some thoughts on Claire, but after learning about Sigmon's strength from Litton, he quietly Turn your head away.

A very realistic boy.

Litton's carriage was in front, Sigmon followed behind, and over the mountain, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire mountain forest orange. Looking into the distance, a dense and delicate village appeared in front of him.

There is no desolation and dilapidation as imagined. The houses in the village should have been built recently. They were scattered at the foot of the mountain, close to the village. A man feeding the horses recognized Litton.

"Do you want to go into the mountains again?"

"Yes, Tom." Litton replied with a smile, and the man glanced at Sigmund who was driving behind him.

"Good afternoon, stranger!"

The man raised his hand and greeted Sigmon with a smile.

"Good afternoon!" Sigmund smiled back.

After coming to this world, he has been traveling around Liam City, and the most pictures he sees are the social tear brought about by industrial development.

At this time, there was a romantic pastoral scene in front of him. The setting sun and the afterglow in the evening made this small village full of warmth. Some people were feeding horses, some people were weeding, and some people were playing with nameless flowers in front of their houses.

Without the roar of steam and machines, it is simple and pure.

But at the moment when Sigmon raised his hand to respond to the man's greeting.

The incomparably harmonious pastoral scenery in front of me shattered in an instant, as if the pause button was pressed for the video being played.

All the villagers that Sigmon could see suddenly stopped the movements of their hands, then turned their heads neatly, widened their eyes, raised the corners of their mouths, and responded to Sigmon's greetings with the same smile.

good guy.

A group is one.

Malek tapped lightly in the carriage, and received his reminder that Sigmon knew that the holder of the forbidden object was hiding in this village.

He didn't say a word, but thanks to Litton's cover, their identities wouldn't raise too much suspicion, which allowed Sigmund and Malek to settle down temporarily and find the real hiding place of that Cchild in the village.

Head-to-head is the most unwise way to find Cinder and take back the forbidden item, and the influence of the item will naturally be broken.

Steering the carriage to the temporary residence, Sigmon paid careful attention to it along the way. Although this village is small, there are definitely more than 100 people living here.

Most of them are young men and women, the oldest is around 40 years old, and there are no children.

"Could that child be able to stack the strength of 100 people together?"

"It shouldn't be so exaggerated. This superposition must have an upper limit, but the influence of this taboo is obviously wider than before." Malek frowned and replied, this change is not a good thing.

"Looking at the size of the village, it should have been developing for a while. What is that guy going to do hiding here?" Sigmund also felt a little weird.

Play to develop? Create a realistic version of utopia?

After secretly observing for a while, Sigmund discovered the biggest feature of this village, harmony. Everyone has their own independent life, but there is no estrangement in interpersonal communication.

They are separate individuals, and at the same time trust and understand each other like one person.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing to live like this forever.

"It's not that simple. There is a reason why it can be called a taboo." It seemed that he could see Sigmon's thoughts, Malek said.

Before it was time to eat, Sigmund planned to use Claire as an excuse to go out for a walk, but when he looked up, he saw that Tom, who greeted him at the entrance of the village, was sneakily standing in front of the window and staring at him. what.

Carefully approached, the creaking sound of the wooden bed and the violent gasping sound came into my ears a little bit closer~www.readwn.com~ It was really broad daylight.

Sigmon was speechless for a while, unable to see that this guy was still a voyeur.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Litton's voice suddenly came from his ear, "That's Tom's house."

"What?" Sigmon didn't react for a while, but soon he realized...

"The room is..."

"His wife and the carpenter next door."

"This can be tolerated too!?" Sigmon couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"He's not holding back, he's enjoying it, Tom said, their happiness is mine," Litton replied.

At this moment, he could not feel any so-called harmony.

Everyone's smiles made him shudder.