The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

21 Bayland Street.

When Sigmund arrived here, the sky was completely dark, and there were not many pedestrians left on the street.

This is not the abandoned factory building that Sigmund imagined. On the contrary, there are people guarding the door, and the lights inside are bright, and it seems to be in normal operation.

On the metal plaque at the door, there is a line of big characters clearly engraved, United Mining Company.

"Are all extraordinary people so high-profile now?"

When Sigmund sneaked over the wall and entered the factory, Ashley on the side suddenly patted his arm and pointed his finger in one direction of the street.

"interesting."

Sigmund saw a man wearing a crumpled felt hat and a small box under his arm, walking towards the factory in a panic.

The clothes on his body were a bit small, and his clothes looked ridiculous. Although he tried his best to pretend to be living at the bottom, his fair skin and slightly raised belly still exposed everything.

Guido Westerwelle.

The wandering banker, one of the suspects of Owl's true identity.

"It seems that this guy is also here to attend this party."

With a judgment in mind, Sigmund took off his windbreaker, only wearing a white shirt and vest inside, and replaced his hat with a felt hat chosen by the working class.

Then he took out the letter paper, rubbed it in his hands deliberately, pretended to look around, and "inadvertently" collided with Guido who hurried over.

"Hey!"

The middle-aged fat man fell down when he touched it, and Sigmund also pretended to be unsteady, and then let the letter paper in his hand fall to the ground.

"Sorry sir!" After saying sorry, Sigmund bent down to pick up the letter paper that fell on the floor.

At this time, Guido, who fell on the ground, reached out to pick up the letter paper that Sigmund had dropped. Although the sky was completely dark, the street lamps on the street had been lit.

With the help of the dim light, Guido could still see the writing on the letter paper clearly.

Before he could say anything, Sigmund pretended to be flustered, snatched the letter paper, then turned around and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Guido stopped Sigmund.

Then he smiled and took out his envelope from his pocket.

"Could it be?" Sigmund pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

"Let's go in together, why are you late? The party started yesterday, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to go in now."

"I missed the ship." Sigmund said vaguely.

Then he took a look at the banker, "Sir, you don't look like..."

"Like a real mechanic?" Jido laughed.

"Believe me, I care more about these mechanical achievements than you do."

The banker... this guy is not an investor, is he?

With the banker leading the way, the rest went very smoothly. He seemed to come here often, and the guard at the gate let him and Sigmund into the factory without even checking.

There were indeed people still working in the factory. The lights were on on the roof of the shed, and the temperature in the room was extremely high. Guido led Sigmund to open a side door without entering the workshop. After turning a few corners, he passed the last inspection.

Entered an open hall.

Whale oil-fueled lighting hangs around the room and overhead, making it brightly lit even at night.

"Welcome to the Machinery Expo!"

Guido opened his hands and introduced to Sigmund, who was just rightly surprised.

"Have you never seen so many creators?"

"You mean the people here..."

Sigmund looked around, and there were at least forty or fifty people in the open room.

"Of course, although most of them are Tier 1 and a small part are Tier 2, this gathering is full of gold!"

"Because here, there are two top mechanics involved!"

"Third order!?" Sigmund had to pretend to be shocked.

I have killed one of Tier 4, even though it was a leak.

"Don't think that the third level is very low, this is a real mechanic, not the kind of waste who can do nothing without spiritual power!" The banker seemed to think of something and snorted coldly.

"Spiritual waste?" Sigmund looked puzzled.

"You just became a Transcendent, right?" the banker asked.

"You saw it."

"These are all common sense, forget it, let me introduce it to you briefly."

"Among all countries, Elam is the country that pays the most attention to the cultivation of contract creators. In the capital, Abetus, there is even a school dedicated to training contract creators."

"Here, the creator of the contract is well respected."

"Do you know why?"

Sigmund shook his head.

"This is about the split of the creation contract. In other words, the contractors, because of their different ideas, divided into two schools internally. One calls itself the mechanical school, and the other is the psionic school!"

"The Mechanic School pays attention to reality, takes the popularization of machinery as its concept, advocates serving more ordinary people, and tries to eliminate spiritual power as much as possible."

"Of course this doesn't mean they give up their spiritual power completely."

Sigmund nodded, it sounds like this direction is somewhat similar to the technological development in his previous life.

"The psychic school is just the opposite. They believe that extraordinary is the core, and the extraordinary are superior to others. There is no need to switch through complicated gears to achieve the effect that spiritual power can achieve."

"They are more like pure Transcendents."

"The real mechanic I mentioned just now does not refer to a name in the third level, but the kind that has complete and rich mechanical experience, and can even manufacture and improve large-scale machinery without using spiritual power as much as possible!"

"He is a truly respectable person!"

"Just like them!"

As he spoke, the banker stretched out his hand and looked in his direction. On the booth in the middle of the hall, two middle-aged men walked up.

With just one glance, Sigmund locked on to one of the targets.

It was Savery the owl he was looking for.

According to the data, the owl should only be in his 40s, but he himself is very old, his hair and beard are almost half white, and his forehead and eyes are full of wrinkles.

The body is slightly fatter, but the shoulders are broad and the palms are wide, which shows that it is full of strength.

Standing beside him was another "suspect", Ted Ditchburn, chief engineer of United Mining.

Hey guys, all three of them have it together here.

The owl lampstand also attracted the attention of everyone in the room. There were still many exhibits around the room, most of which were some weird devices.

Most of the Sigmunds seem to understand half of them. In these mechanical structures, a part of spiritual power should be integrated.

At this time, because of the presence of the owls on the stage, many people spontaneously left the exhibits and gathered around the high stage in the middle.

"After these two days of observation, I think everyone should have learned a lot." It was Owl who spoke, but his voice should have been processed in the previous gathering.

His original voice is used here.

"Before this party ends, I will introduce you to one last exhibit!"

The owl clapped its hands, the steel plate on the platform opened, and with the rotation of the gears, a strange instrument appeared in front of everyone.

"This is my latest achievement, a specially improved mine water pump! The effect of spiritual power has been greatly reduced. The spiritual power possessed by a Tier 1 worker can operate three such machines at the same time!"

"What?!" After a brief silence, heated discussions erupted from the audience.

But on the other hand, after understanding the working principle of this weird instrument, Sigmund was surprised.

That's it?

It's okay if I go to me, let me change it, I don't need any spiritual power or extraordinary people.

An ordinary person who has been trained can operate 10 units at the same time!