The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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"what!"

Rafik's heart-piercing scream came from the corner of the carriage. In fact, he was immersed in his admiration for Thomas for a second, so he didn't react at all when he heard the gunshots.

It wasn't until he saw that Thomas' body was blown away by the impact of the gun, the blood on his lower body soaked his pants, and the screams sounded, as if he might die at any time.

It was Rafiq who really realized what was going on.

The shot was fired, and the man shot Thomas directly!

It's going to die, Thomas is going to die, what's next?

He will definitely kill me!

Huge fear dominates Rafik, and he screams without image.

But the next second, the black muzzle appeared in front of him, and he heard a voice without ups and downs, "Be quiet..."

"Or I'll help you."

Well!

He raised his hand and pressed his mouth tightly, preventing himself from making a sound, as the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down, and his eyes widened.

dong dong dong.

Sigmund tapped the table lightly, "Mr. Thomas, what do you think about my proposal just now, a transfer fee of one gold pound should be very reasonable, right?"

"Mad, you are a lunatic!" Thomas said shiveringly. At this moment, he was extremely regretful. If he could choose again, he hoped that he would never see this person.

"Help me, I don't want to die." He covered the wound on his lower body, recalling various information related to first aid treatment.

"I'm talking about a deal with you. Your injury is not important." Sigmon stood up. "Is it too weak to see clearly? I'll bring it closer to you."

He walked around the table to Thomas, unfolded the contract in his hand, and showed him page by page.

"Mad, I'm going to die!" The pain and fear made Thomas' tears flow uncontrollably. He felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and his brain began to become groggy.

"help me!"

"Think about what I just said, about the transfer of that manor..."

"Agree, I agree! Please save me now!" Thomas used his last strength.

"Think about it." Sigmon said solemnly, "We are all decent people. There is no such thing as forced buying and selling. You sold that manor to me voluntarily, right?"

"Yes, of my own accord!" Thomas nodded desperately.

"That's good!" Sigmund smiled. "Come on, sign it."

But at this time, Thomas didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. Sigmund looked at him quietly, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"What, did you regret it? Why didn't you sign it?"

"No, I didn't." Thomas shook his head hastily.

"Then sign it."

"I...I..." With his head tilted to one side, Thomas felt that he was taking in less and less air, but exhaling more and more.

Just when he thought he was about to die like this, a foul-smelling viscous liquid suddenly penetrated into his mouth, and then a sharp pain came from the wound on his lower body.

what!

He couldn't help screaming and struggled desperately.

But after a few breaths, Thomas found that his spirit was getting better and better, and there was a huge itching from the wound on his lower body. It seemed that the torn skin and muscles were growing rapidly.

This made him unable to resist reaching out and scratching a few times.

"what happened?"

"I'm not dead!" Thomas cried with joy.

"Congratulations on saving your life." Hearing Sigmund's voice, Thomas' shoulders shook and his body shrank back subconsciously.

madman.

That's the only thing he can say about Sigmund right now.

"Sign it, Mr. Thomas." Sigmund tapped the table.

"No problem, I'll sign now!" Thomas nodded frantically.

"Be careful, don't rub the blood from your hands on the paper."

"Okay, okay." At this time, Thomas looked submissive, no longer proud and arrogant.

"Happy cooperation!" Nodding with satisfaction, Sigmon folded the contract and put it away. After doing all this, he picked up the blue rose on the table again.

"Trouble." He couldn't help sighing.

"Mr. Henrik, if you have any trouble, you can tell me, and I will try my best to help you do what I can." Thomas looked cautious.

"You can really help in this matter." Sigmund nodded earnestly, "If something like this happened today, I think you will definitely take revenge on me. You said that I should kill you directly, lest I Will you come to trouble me in the future?"

Get it.

His teeth chattered, and Thomas' body trembled. He knew that the man in front of him was not joking, but was really planning to kill him.

"No, don't worry, Mr. Henrik, I promise you, I promise to stay away from you in the future, please don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Sigmund, who was sitting opposite, frowned, his face was tangled, he was really thinking about this issue seriously, if this kind of thing happened at sea.

When they met for the first time, Sigmund would shoot and shatter Thomas' head, but this was Abetus, and the Scarid family's influence among the nobles was very important.

It doesn't mean that it can't be killed, but the contradiction is too small, and it is difficult for the Duke to explain if he really kills this guy.

"There is a way!" He suddenly clapped his hands.

"I'll let you go back." Sigmund said to Thomas, "Because of your resentment, you will definitely take revenge on me. When the conflicts are almost accumulated, I will kill you directly, that's it!"

"At that time, no one will come to trouble me because of your death." After that, he smiled and patted Thomas on the shoulder.

"Go back and get ready, I'll be waiting for you."

The last sentence made Thomas directly pee.

Is this the brain circuit of a normal person? I have been dealing with a lunatic all night, but this lunatic is also the new CEO of the Bureau of Investigation.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Henrik?" A sincere smile appeared on his face, "Although we had a little conflict tonight, we got along very happily afterwards, haha, nothing happened, Where is the revenge?"

"As the youngest CEO, my heart is full of curiosity and respect for you, yes! That's it!" Thomas convinced himself frantically.

He was afraid, he knew that the next time there was a conflict, he would definitely die.

"Remember what you said." Sigmund sighed, stood up, and gave Thomas one last look.

"I gave you a chance~www.readwn.com~ looking forward to our next meeting."

Expect a ghost!

Thomas decided that after returning, he would leave Abetus as soon as possible, and he would never step into the place where this lunatic appeared in the future.

When he regained his senses, the man sitting across from him had disappeared, leaving only him and Rafik huddled in the corner in the carriage.

"What happened tonight..."

Halfway through the conversation, Thomas realized that Rafik had fainted at some point, and it didn't really matter whether it was a real or false faint.

"You're finally smart." He muttered softly.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and Thomas lowered his head sharply to check the injury of his lower body.

After a long time, Thomas' hoarse screams came from the carriage.

Because Sigmund's previous shot had hit him between his legs.