The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the glass window on the girl's sleeping face, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, the girl slowly opened her eyes, got up and got dressed, and pushed open the door, just in time to see someone coming out of another room familiar figure.

"Good morning, Lawrence."

"Good morning, Teresa." Lawrence showed a tired but gratified smile on his face, "Continue to rest for a while, and I will prepare breakfast for you."

"Let me do it."

The girl smiled, walked downstairs quickly, and soon prepared a simple breakfast for three.

Seeing the empty space and untouched knives and forks, Lawrence opened his mouth but said nothing.

The girl has black and beautiful short hair that reaches the ears, and a palm-sized face with bright black pupils like jewels. She has an exquisite appearance, but because she always keeps a straight face, she will give people a difficult impression.

After breakfast, Teresa simply cleaned up, pushed open the door, and skillfully picked up the wooden barrel on the window sill. The disaster happened, but for the residents of the lower city, life still needs to go on.

At this time, there were already more pedestrians on the street.

"Morning Liam! Morning Liam!"

Childish yelling came from the end of the street, and several children in loose clothes and hats were crooked, carrying a large bag of newspapers, walking through the streets and alleys, peddling non-stop.

"Sister, buy a copy of Liam's morning newspaper, just one copper coin, there is great news today!"

A dirty boy shouted at Teresa from the street.

"What big news?" asked a resident next to him.

"The police station has found out the cause of the cross street bombing and arrested the perpetrators. In addition, the city hall has also announced the list of victims in the cross street bombing, and promised to build a monument to commemorate them. The unfortunate people who died." The boy turned around and said loudly.

"So that's how it is." The woman holding the copper coin hesitated for a moment, "Since I already know the news, there is no need to buy the newspaper." As she spoke, she took out the copper coin and stuffed it back into her pocket again. .

"You mean old woman, bah!"

Realizing that he had been cheated, the boy spat angrily, "Save it, the money you save will be used by your alcoholic husband to drink, and stuffed into the waitress's skirt by the way!"

the boy cursed.

"Go away, you bloody brat!"

The woman yelled angrily, and the boy was holding a large stack of newspapers, and while peddling them, they fought back.

"Give me a newspaper." The people around thought it was interesting, and some people bought a newspaper anyway, Teresa also took out a copper coin.

After getting the newspaper, he saw the familiar name on the front page of the newspaper at a glance. In the list of victims, the first line clearly printed Sigmund Skind.

"God, Dawn Church will hold a prayer for the victims!"

Opening the second page of the newspaper, someone said loudly.

"What's going on?" The stingy fat woman pricked up her ears, "Aren't similar things very common?"

"No, this time is different. The Oracle Church calls on all the residents of the city to go to the Dawn Church to pray for the victims. They will hold a grand public prayer. More importantly, the host of the ceremony is a person from Bishop of Abetus!"

"Bishop?!" Everyone around screamed.

Within the Oracle Church, generally speaking, only those who become level 6 Gintama envoys are eligible to become the bishop of a large diocese. Although ordinary people don't know the extraordinary level, this does not affect their understanding of the bishop's identity.

In a small place like Liam City, it is impossible to see a bishop in a lifetime.

Even Abetus, the bishop does not often perform public ceremonies.

It is not even an exaggeration to say that this is already the most noble person who has appeared here since Liam City was built.

"real or fake?!"

"It's all written in the newspaper! It has specific time, place, and precautions."

"I heard that every bishop will perform blessing activities after the public ceremony. Many people who participated said that the process was wonderful. They seemed to feel the gaze of the Goddess of Dawn, and their spirits were relaxed, as if they had slept peacefully for three days. Three nights!"

"Such an opportunity cannot be missed, must go!"

The crowd shouted loudly.

"Pray? What's the use of praying after a disaster has happened?" said a well-dressed man with a fine beard beside the road.

"What happened to this city recently? What we need is not to pray, but to prevent similar things from happening again."

"Stop talking, things are not what you imagined, the Oracle Church has been secretly protecting our city."

"Protection? Like now?" the man retorted.

"Shh, keep your voice down, I heard some news recently, there seems to be something else hidden about this matter." The companion beside him lowered his voice and pulled the man into the carriage.

But for ordinary citizens living in the lower city, the oracle church will be held in the morning church, and the news of public blessings will soon spread.

Teresa rolled up the newspaper and turned her head just in time to see Lawrence coming out of the room.

"Going to the factory?"

Lawrence nodded, Teresa glanced at him, and passed the newspaper in her hand.

"The church is going to hold a public blessing, are you going?"

"No." Lawrence shook his head, "We still have a lot of things to prepare, the coffin, the cemetery..."

"I remember that you were also a devout goddess believer." Teresa looked at Lawrence.

Lawrence lowered his head, "Since I have you, I don't need any faith anymore."

"Having faith is a happy thing, but in the final analysis, human beings still have to rely on themselves."

"Human beings." Teresa repeated in a low voice, and when she raised her head again, Lawrence had already walked away.

There were people coming and going on the street, except for the little boy selling newspapers just now, none of the neighbors seemed to notice Teresa's existence.

At the same time, in the apartment on Elm Street on the other side of the city, Ashley sat at the desk and opened Liam's Morning News in her hand.

"The situation in the city has changed subtly in recent days. Rebecca got some bad rumors from Mrs. Gallard. The church distorted the ending of the cross street bombing. Not only that, but also shirked responsibility."

"Although the name is not disclosed, they should plan to make you bear the consequences of the whole incident..." The tip of the pen rustled, and Ashley sorted out all the information she had collected in the past few days, and passed them to Sigmund one by one.

"The situation is very delicate. I heard from Harris that Mayor Wallace has been making excuses for not giving Marek a chance to meet him in recent days."

"It's strange that the Oracle Church attaches great importance to this matter."

After passing all the information, after waiting for a while, the pen trembled, and Ashley received Sigmund's message.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

On the other side, facing the blowing sea breeze, recalling the news from Ashley, Sigmund had to change his mind.

"Call the carriage!"

Not long after, looking at the list of items refreshed in the carriage, Sigmund showed a satisfied smile.

A scroll, a piece of blood.