The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Since time travel, Sigmund has also dealt with the creator of the contract.

At the beginning, Nick was full of spirituality, and he looked no different from ordinary children, but the strange thing is that when they met for the second time, Nick's combat effectiveness increased significantly.

But the only thing missing is the previous spirituality. No matter how realistic the surface is, it is easy to see that it is an inhuman creature.

It was even more strange to encounter this before my eyes.

Sigmund certainly didn't think it was Savery himself.

It seems that Savery usually uses this guy to pretend to be a ghost when he goes out. He has lived in this small town for many years, has no relatives, no friends, and is withdrawn.

It is estimated that the people who come to repair him know his character.

In addition, his price is indeed fair, no one will have any idea of ​​bargaining because of this price.

Therefore, most of the old customers will leave after leaving their things. When they pick up the goods, the real Savery will be back long ago. As long as the cycle is calculated, it will hardly be exposed.

And Sigmund instinctively saw the flaw because he had a lot of experience in contact with spirit puppets.

He doesn't know whether this fake watchmaker is a ghost puppet, but the characteristics displayed make people feel very funny.

They were lucky. After waiting for a while, the sky gradually turned dark, and it seemed that a heavy rain would come at any moment.

"It's time for you to show up."

Sigmund teased Ashley.

"Are you prostitution for nothing?" the female assassin asked with a smile.

The word "white whoring" is pronounced in Chinese, and Ashley also heard it from Sigmund. At first she didn't understand what it meant, but then Sigmund explained it to her.

Generally speaking, it is the behavior of driving others to work without spending any remuneration.

But how would a simple female assassin know that the important thing about this word is not the first word, but the second word.

Sigmund smiled awkwardly, "No, no."

One more word of encouragement and a vote of recommendation is not considered white prostitution.

As for those who pay to subscribe, that's the master, you have to go to the second floor!

There were bursts of thunder, and the sky turned dark and gloomy.

Ashley smiled and didn't speak anymore, and the figure disappeared into the shadows in a flash.

Tier 2 stalkers are already able to stand on their own.

Sigmund sat in the carriage, waiting patiently.

Soon it began to rain outside, and the rain lasted until the sun went down in the evening.

At this moment, Sigmund suddenly noticed that the pen in his arms trembled slightly.

He took out the letter paper, and the pen wrote automatically. It should be that Ashley found something in the room, so she quietly copied a copy.

With the cautiousness of a female assassin, coupled with the blessing of complete invisibility in the shadows, even if there is only one person sitting in the room, she will not notice anything unusual.

Of course, if Savery was really in the room, Ashley would have to be a little more careful, but if it was a stupid puppet sitting in it.

Then the space he can operate is much larger.

The pen stopped writing, and Sigmund shook the letter paper. On the surface, it seemed to be just a simple condolence letter, a greeting from an old friend far away.

But now that Savery's identity had been confirmed, Sigmund tried to decipher it.

Extracting the first letter, extracting the last letter, and tabbing are all wrong.

In the end, there was really no way, and Sigmund tried to apply the method of obtaining the address from the newspaper.

"It's done?!"

Looking at the newly combined words dumbfounded, Sigmund was already unable to complain.

"The date of the letter is on the 18th, and the time marked is yesterday. That is to say, someone wrote to Owl Savery, hoping that he would go to a party...for this reason, he gave up the party on the 23rd."

Confirming that the owl did not have any dangerous accident, Sigmund couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, this reason is indeed reasonable.

In the extraordinary gathering he attended last time, the owl took out several scarce strengthening materials in one go. It's hard to believe the abundance of items in his hands, all from his own collection.

If there is another extraordinary organization hidden behind him, then all this can be easily explained.

"21 Bayland Street."

What is this place?

While he was thinking, Ashley knocked on the car door and jumped up. There was some rain on the female assassin's body, and the thin clothing was tightly attached to her body.

Sigmund took off his coat and put it on for her, then handed over the address in his hand.

"I know this place."

"You know?" Sigmund was surprised.

"Is it strange? I have memorized the main streets of the surrounding cities." Ashley replied blankly.

Sigmund slowly opened his mouth wide, then stretched out his thumb and spit out two words: Awesome!

"Nice?" Ashley imitated Sigmund's pronunciation.

"what does that mean?"

Ahaha, Sigmund smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject.

"The rain has stopped, let's go."

He jumped in front of the carriage, pulled the reins, and raised the whip.

"Sigmon..."

At this moment, Ashley's voice, as thin as a mosquito, suddenly came from the carriage.

"I'm leaving, I can feel it, I can leave here." There was a melancholy in her voice that she couldn't understand.

London in 1888.

That is the place she is familiar with, with her respected teachers and companions who grew up together. Although the dense fog in London is disturbing, it started a long time ago.

She's used to all that.

But what about here?

She seemed to have no reason to stay at all.

"Are you going back to deal with that Jack the Ripper?" Sigmund suddenly turned his head.

"You know I'm leaving?"

"Of course, it's just fantastic!"

"Awesome?" Ashley's heart sank to the bottom.

"Of course, after I go back this time, I hope you can help me collect some mechanical blueprints, so that when you come back, the blueprints you brought back should come in handy!"

"You want me to come back?"

There was some color in Ashley's eyes.

"Of course, this is beyond doubt!"

"If you go, Rebecca won't be busy all by herself."

"She can find a better partner." Ashley's mood was irritated, and she was eager to hear a different answer.

"But I can't."

"What?" Ashley's heart beat faster.

"Do you like this world?" Sigmund changed the subject.

The female assassin nodded, "This place is very mysterious and even more exciting."

"Do you like your life now?"

"like."

"Would you like to go on a case with Rebecca?"

"like."

"Do you like to be with me?" The carriage stopped unexpectedly at some point, and there was a small window between the two, and Sigmund's gaze penetrated Ashley's eyes.

Hongxia quickly covered the face of the female assassin, and after a long silence, she mustered up her courage and nodded.

"like!"

Sigmund smiled, "Back to London, you can become the most legendary assassin."

"But here, you can be yourself."

"You can be the real Ashley Nova."

In fact, Sigmund can use the nightmare carriage to forcibly achieve his goal, but he prefers to let Ashley obey her heart and make her own choice like now.

Of course, he would never admit that Ashley was kept only because of her body.