The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Duke Dressel's eyes flickered.

"So that's how it is..." The Duke seemed to understand something, and didn't answer Sigmon's question directly, "Go ahead, I'll tell you when the time is right, and now I can only say that he saw something wrong. something to see."

"Things that shouldn't be seen?" Sigmon looked confused. Of course, I knew that he saw things that shouldn't be seen. I could also guess that most of those things were the heads of superiors or treasures hidden by Louis.

But the Duke's answer... is too perfunctory.

"When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you?" Sigmon laughed and made a joke, but he didn't notice it. Hearing this sentence, Duke Dressel, who had always been calm and calm, turned on his face. mutation.

Although he quickly returned to normal, his pupils contracted suddenly, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated.

"There's nothing left to ask." Sigismon stood up, "This plan has obviously been in operation for a long time. In order to cooperate with the rebellion in the southern sea, they also planned other things in Abetus. , trying to distract us."

"Do we need to pay attention to data collection in this regard?" Sigmund asked.

"No, I will send someone to handle the Abetus matter, you just need to focus on the southern sea area."

The Duke said nothing more and watched Sigmund leave the room.

He sat alone at the desk for a long time, then sighed, opened a secret compartment of the desk, and took out an old sheepskin diary.

The sheepskin on the cover of the diary was polished to a bright finish, and it was evident that it was frequently read.

Opening the first page of the diary, a line of clear handwriting appeared on the title page.

When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

"Is it just a coincidence?" Duke Dressel exhaled, expelling the familiar name from his mind.

He pressed a hidden mechanism on the desk, the gears turned, the ground sank, and soon came to an unfamiliar hall.

The hall is open, without any decoration around, and the walls are inlaid with wooden doors of different colors.

Pushing open a golden wooden door in the middle, he stepped out, the scene changed, and Duke Dressel appeared in a luxuriously decorated room.

There were many beautifully framed murals hanging on the walls of the room. When he walked to one of the murals, he didn't know what the Duke had done. The ink-painted scroll melted and a real scene appeared in front of him.

Gold cups and utensils, crystal chandeliers, luxurious decorations, and a long table full of various delicacies. On the main seat, a plump middle-aged man wearing a crown is sitting there.

Fred Augusta.

King of Elam.

"Lord Duke." A strange figure appeared beside Duke Dressel.

"Have you dealt with it?"

"It has been dealt with cleanly," the person replied. "We have re-adjusted the internal defense mechanism of the palace, but I suspect that His Majesty's secret... I am afraid it has already been known by the church."

"If you know it, you know it. Paper can't hold fire. It's not easy to hide it for so long."

"Next, we'll see if time will be on our side." The Duke sighed.

"Sir, do we need to prepare in advance?"

"If the group of nobles and officials knew this secret, Abetus would be in a mess, and they would try their best to elect a new king through formal and informal means!"

"According to the order of succession, our prince... But he has already become the core saint of the church. Once he takes charge of the kingdom, there will be no next 20 years. Elam will become the **** of the church in a peaceful way. part of the country!"

"Your Majesty, now is an extraordinary period. Elam is the Elam of the people. This is the belief of Prince Louis. We can't just watch this country become a bargaining chip for those pedantic nobles!"

"Before the news spreads, we just need to secretly kill..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the speaker seemed to have suffered an invisible blow, his chest sunk in an instant, and the whole person was knocked to the ground by a terrifying force.

There was such a strong collision, but all the sounds were concentrated in a very small range and did not spread out at all.

"Leave Abetus and go to the south, the mission here is no longer suitable for you."

"Yes, my lord the Duke."

The man swallowed the gushing blood, and disappeared in a flash.

"Time is too tight." Shaking his head, the scene on the mural disappeared, Duke Dressel returned to the golden wooden door, took a step and disappeared into the room.

…………

At the same time, a secret message was passed layer by layer, and was sent to the back of the red door of the Glorious Church and handed over to Bishop Norius Glorious.

Crushing the confidential document in his hand, Norius's eyes flashed, and then orders were issued, and he wanted to ensure that the information was accurate.

communicate.

A group of light and shadow appeared in the room, and Norius looked respectful, "Sir Pope, our chance has come."

Bishop Glorious was excited, "We got news that Fred in the palace is just a pretender, and the real Fred may have died a long time ago!"

"Dressel has lied to us for so many years!"

"Explore this lie and Elam will belong to us!"

The light and shadow trembled, and then came the voice of Pope Odosi.

"Investigate carefully, I want to make sure this information is foolproof!"

"Yes, His Excellency Pope."

"And the selection of the goddess." Guangying then asked, "How is it going?"

"The candidate has been basically locked. The girl from Liam City is fine, and her maid is also extremely good. In the past 10 years, except for the Blasphemer, she is almost the best."

"Speed ​​up, and tell the guys at sea that their performance is disappointing."

"Your will is our mission!" Bishop Guang lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, the light and shadow in the room had disappeared~www.readwn.com~ walked to the desk and opened the dossier.

Glancing at it, he marked one of the names.

Montana Manning.

"Take them to the glorious coffin," the bishop ordered.

"Is it too urgent?" A voice sounded from the room, "That Montana has just entered the third-order, and I am afraid that going to the glorious coffin at this time will not get much growth."

"Go, she will survive." Bishop Guanghui replied indifferently, "If she fails, it will only prove that she is not religious enough."

At the same time, after leaving the Duke's Mansion, Sigmon drove the carriage directly back to Elm Street. He planned to go directly to the southern island through the teleportation channel left by Newcomen early tomorrow morning.

As for tonight.

Naturally, it is necessary to fill in the emptiness of Ashley for a while in the future.

in place.