The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Opening the somewhat worn sheepskin diary, Sigmon saw a clear line of writing:

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

"There's no need to be so coercive, right?" He spit out a groan silently, then turned to the next page, but halfway through the action, Sigmon's arm suddenly froze in the air.

"This sentence..." He raised his head and looked at Duke Dressel who was sitting opposite.

But the duke just leaned back on the chair with a calm expression on his face. As long as he didn't want to, no one could guess what he was thinking.

"This is Louis's diary, or that Prince Louis's!" His heart was beating fast, and Sigmund turned to the next page.

"Meet again, Sigmund." Familiar square words came into view.

"No, in our situation, using a more elegant word to describe it, it should be like a face to face. When you see this diary, I hope that Dressel, who is sitting across from you, is still alive."

If he dies at this time, it means everything I planned before went wrong, luck is not on our side, and if he sits across from you intact, then next, I'm happy to tell you .

In a sense, we have gained a bit of a head start in this large-scale game strategy.

You should have given that head to Teresa, are you curious who she is? Want to know what she got from me?

My friend, no, another me, now is not the time, but you are not far from the truth.

I can't see it, but Abetus at this time should be a prosperous and beautiful city. I like this city. It's like I moved from the game to reality.

But I think at this time you should have realized that the prosperity and peace of Abetus are just appearances. If there is no way to deal with the latter, then the city will not have the next 20 years.

I don't know what you're going to do next, but Teresa should be able to buy you a little time, take this last breath, and expand your results as much as possible. If you don't kill more enemies here, then Then when the real challenge comes.

There is a good chance that we will fail.

And now what I can tell you is that the kingdom of Elam is very important. I didn't ask you to help me protect her because of some personal feelings, but the existence of this country can buy you some time.

For once Elam is devoured, our enemies will become invincible.

And next, no matter what you plan to do, I hope you can trust Dressel as much as you trust me.

No matter how outrageous what he wants you to do.

Also, tell Dressel that he fulfilled his promise to me and was a real knight.

Crash.

Sigmon quickly flipped through some worn-out papers. The information was not recorded densely together. Some pages only left one or two sentences, so after reading the above content, unknowingly. The diary is half over.

But when Sigmon couldn't wait to turn to the next page, what appeared in front of him was a large blank space. He continued to look back, but the remaining half of the diary did not record any information.

"Gone?"

"What about the rest?!" Sigmon subconsciously stood up and asked impatiently.

"What's the rest?" Duke Dressel asked with an expressionless face.

"Only half of this diary is written, and the rest is blank, and even with the written part, sometimes there is only one or two sentences on a whole page."

"What about the content behind it? Is it in your hands, the second diary or the third?" At this time, Sigmund no longer thought about hiding secrets and the like, and Dressel could take out this diary. Prove that he has guessed something.

Or rather, this is also part of the plan.

The Duke's eyes dropped slightly, he hesitated for a while and gently rang the copper bell on the table.

Not long after, Princess Charlotte walked in from the door.

"Look at this diary." The duke pushed the diary to the other side.

Charlotte looked puzzled. She had seen her teacher flip through this sheepskin diary many times when no one was there. She could see that this diary was of great significance to her teacher.

With curiosity, Charlotte opened the sheepskin diary, but she simply glanced at it, and there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

"Read it." The Duke said calmly.

The weather was fine on May 6.

Abetus Daily, this newspaper finally has a meaning of existence. Even if they have the vision, they can speculate on the stimulating effect of mechanical development on the economy of the entire kingdom, but those nobles in the palace are a bunch of idiots... No, Can't say the same, they were just fascinated by gold.

Dressel told me today that he actually saw something strange in that broken book and he told me that now the hunters are going the wrong way, I don't know, but I think he should be right .

After all, I have a good eye for people. When I brought Dressel back, everyone believed that he would accomplish nothing, but those idiots, how would they know?

Dressel will be the greatest witcher of this era.

"What is this?!" Sigmund's eyes widened.

"This is Prince Louis' diary." Charlotte replied seriously.

"How is that possible?!" Sigmund snatched the sheepskin diary from Charlotte's hand and quickly flipped through it.

Page after page, he turned the paper with a rustling sound, but he could only see sporadic, familiar square characters. As for what Charlotte said, he didn't find it at all.

"What's going on?" Sigmund turned to look at Duke Dressel.

The Duke did not speak, waved Charlotte to leave the room, and then retrieved the diary in Sigmund's hand.

"What I want to tell you is that now, His Majesty the king who is active in the court, he is fake."

"And this matter has been known to the top of the church. They are using various means to confirm the authenticity of this matter. Once confirmed..."

"Then it's time for Ellen to truly live and die!" Sigmund said in a deep voice.

The 20-year peace treaty is about to expire. The fake king, the foolish prince, and a large group of nobles who secretly joined the church. Sigmon gave a wry smile. This is really precarious.

"The one in the palace is a fake. What about the real one, is he already dead?" Sigmund asked ~www.readwn.com~ The Duke hesitated for a while, but answered truthfully:

"Dead, he died twenty years ago!"

"Okay, now the difficulty of the game has been upgraded." Sigmund couldn't help but complain, "What should we do next?"

"You go to solve the pirate conference first, and the rest will wait for you to come back." The Duke replied.

"That's the only way." Sigmund nodded, then looked at the Duke: "You didn't ask me what was in my diary, and you didn't let me prove anything."

"Your reaction just now has proved everything. In our eyes, this is just an ordinary diary, and only you can discover its real mystery."

"Is there a second diary?" Sigmund asked.

The Duke smiled, but did not answer.

Well, aside from the opposite, Sigmund really had no way to take him. When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something.

"There's a sentence in there for you."

"What?" The Duke's voice suddenly trembled.

"He said you fulfilled your promise and were a real knight."

Sigmund opened the door and suddenly heard Duke Dressel's cheerful laughter behind him.

"What did you say?" Charlotte, who was standing at the door, looked surprised, "I have never heard such a laugh from the teacher."

"He was affirmed by a friend." Sigmund replied with a smile.

(End of this volume)