The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"...I am very sad. I never thought that one day I would lose one of you. After receiving this letter, I hope you can return to Liam City immediately. We still have a lot of work to do, yours Although my brother is gone, in the end, I hope to give him a decent funeral."

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound. Under the dim light, Lawrence folded and put away the letter paper, planning to find a courier to send it away early tomorrow morning.

After doing all this, he didn't go to bed to rest, but turned on the lamp, and sat alone at the table, silent, silent.

Outside the house, little chubby Harris watched everything in the room silently with his own eyes. He had a sad face, and he still couldn't accept the news that Sigmund had died.

"I can't imagine how sad my father would be when he heard the news if I died." Once again firm in his beliefs, Harris was extremely grateful for his choice.

But at this moment, a woman's voice came from behind the cold.

"How is Mr. Skind?"

"Who? Who?!" Harris was so frightened that he almost peed on the spot, and turned around to see a figure walking out of the shadows.

"Ashley?" Because he was relatively close to Sigmund, he also knew a little about Ashley, and of course he could perceive the relationship between the two.

"You...you already know." He glanced at Ashley and asked tentatively.

"Know what, the explosion and fire at Cross Street?"

"Sigmund, Sigmund he..."

"He's not dead, he just couldn't find his way home."

After listening to Ashley's words, Harris opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. Women, they are indeed emotional. The terrible high temperature will even melt steel, right?

This is the reason why she couldn't accept the reality for a while, so give her a little more time, thinking like this, he suddenly remembered the reminder from Sigmund he received before the incident broke out.

"This thing is for you. It was lent to me by Sigmund temporarily. I will keep it as a souvenir... I mean, it belongs to Sigmund. Anyway, let me give it to you." Harris explained stumbling Then, he took out the pen in his pocket and handed it out.

"If it wasn't for his reminder, I'm afraid I would have died in... Uh, anyway, it was Sigmund who saved me."

"Thank you!" Ashley took the pen, looked at Lawrence's house in the darkness, and finally greeted Harris, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

She learned about Cross Street and waited in the apartment for a long time but did not get any information from Sigmund, so she came to Lawrence's residence to check.

In Ashley's heart, she never believed that Sigmund was dead, not because of what she knew, but a kind of blind trust or paranoia.

How could such a miraculous man die so easily?

When she returned to the apartment, the lights in the room were still on. When she entered the living room, she saw Rebecca who was still waiting.

"Ashley, I got word from Mrs. Gallard that the Lord Mayor told her that Sigmund, Sigmund, was in the Cross Street bombing this afternoon."

"Unfortunately, he died." The lawyer lady was no longer calm as usual, and she didn't even notice the crying in her voice.

For a while after learning the news, Rebecca felt nothing but a emptiness in her heart, as if something very important had been ripped out of her heart.

That kind of feeling is very strange. A familiar and caring person suddenly disappears from his life. After the initial bewilderment, he becomes a kind of bewildered and at a loss.

She was obviously very sad in her heart, but Rebecca didn't know how to express it.

"He's not dead." Ashley raised her head with determination.

"Listen to me, I know you're sad, I know your relationship with Sigmund, it's hard for you to accept, but we have to face reality..." Tears fell silently, and Rebecca walked away to Ashley.

"He also said yesterday that we need to change the taste of our afternoon tea, and we need to put less sugar and more milk in the dessert after dinner..."

Rebecca didn't know what she was talking about, she just couldn't express the sadness in her heart.

"I put him in touch with a new client, this time for a lot more than 600 gold pounds, realizing we haven't had a drink together yet, and..."

"He still owes me a month's rent..."

Rebecca hugged Ashley tightly, "He was my first friend in this strange city, now that he's gone, will you leave too?"

Ashley pursed her lips together, allowing Rebecca to vent her sadness. After a long time, she patted Rebecca lightly, and the grieving lady lawyer went limp and passed out.

Carry Rebecca into the bedroom and settle down. Back at the desk, Ashley pulled out the pen tremblingly, and wrote Sigmund's name on the white paper.

Sigmund, are you there?

Every second of waiting becomes extraordinarily long,

Breathe and wait.

Finally, the familiar tremor came, and Ashley couldn't wait to manipulate the pen.

I'm here, Ashley.

Sigmund replied that he knew that the person writing the letter on the other side was Ashley, because the words written on the pen were words that did not exist in this world.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" Ashley asked impatiently.

"I was involved in the turbulence of space, and now I am on an island, how is the situation in the city?"

Putting most of her heart down, Ashley quickly conveyed the turmoil in Liam City to Sigmund with a pen, and also mentioned the reactions of family and friends.

"Rebecca is very sad, and Lawrence also knows the news... I heard that your captain is still seriously injured."

"Everyone will be very happy to know that you are still alive."

"No, don't tell anyone just yet."

"This is very important!" Sigmund emphasized, not because he wanted to play a prank or trick other people's tears, but the sudden recovery of memory made Sigmund have a different view of Lawrence and Teresa.

He must get as much truth as possible before his memory goes wrong.

Although she was puzzled, Ashley didn't ask why. She believed that Sigmund must have his own reasons for doing so.

"Next you have to do me a favor." Sigmund continued.

"I have to find a way to return to Liam City as soon as possible, but first I must figure out where I am. Next, I will tell you about the changes in the temperature difference of the geographical environment of the island where I am now, and the alternation of day and night."

"Don't worry." Ashley understood Sigmon's meaning in an instant, "I will find an expert in navigation or a professor of geography in the city."

"According to the information you provided, coupled with the growth of special plants, I think we should be able to roughly determine your location, and the rest will be much easier." Ashley continued to write, already having a plan in her heart. A complete set of plans.

On this night, when Ashley let go of the big stone in her heart and discussed the escape plan with Sigmund, in another part of the city, in the solemn and solemn Dawn Church.

Another girl signed her name on the document with a serious face.

There is nothing in this city that is worthy of my nostalgia. In this case, then obey the previous fate and go to Abetus to fulfill the mission of the goddess.

Montana thought silently.