The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Miss Snow, you forgot to take my rent!"

Sigmund yelled at the top of his voice, but in exchange for Rebecca's more hurried footsteps.

thump thump.

oops!

The poor lawyer seemed to have bumped into something in a panic, and let out a scream, "Put it in your place first, and I'll take it another day!"

He answered casually, followed by messy footsteps. With a loud bang, the corridor became quiet again.

"This is life."

Sigmund poured himself a glass of wine comfortably, and the red liquid poured into the transparent wine glass.

He was just joking, and what he brought out was a normal bottle of wine.

As for the carnival beer, he had already put it away.

Such an interesting thing should naturally be kept, and it will come in handy at some point.

Moving the small table to the window, Sigmund carefully tasted the food on the plate.

The time to travel to this world is still short, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he has been falling into various troubles.

Now he finally calmed down, which allowed him to feel the atmosphere of this world silently with a normal heart.

The afterglow of the sun painted a layer of color on Elm Street. The carriages stopped and went on the street, and the rooms on the opposite side were lit.

Across the wide street, Sigmund could clearly see the warm scene of the opposite table.

It was an ordinary businessman with his slightly fat wife and two lovely children.

"Cheers, weird world!"

At this moment, Sigmund completely accepted his identity, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, his spirit condensed and his spiritual power boiled.

In the blending with each other, he knew that he had completely consolidated the first-order state, and embarked on the path of transcendence without any burden.

With a thought, the hourglass of the nightmare carriage clearly appeared in his consciousness.

"There are still two days at most. Sure enough, constant extraordinary stimulation is the best catalyst."

Sigmund noticed that with the improvement of his own strength, the feedback brought to him by exposure to extraordinary events of the same intensity will also be different.

Just like upgrading in the game, killing the same monster will give different experience to different players.

"I'm really exhausted. After this summoning is over, I have to work hard. Now I am the agent of the perfume master."

"It's okay to go to the banquet of the upper class, and get to know the ladies and ladies of the nobility...Of course, it's just a pure exchange of experience in using perfume."

It is said that perfume will make women crazy, and Sigmund is very curious, how crazy these women will be for a master's perfume.

Such a day is worthy of being a time traveler.

He is not worried about the confusion value.

Because so far, Sigmund has not found any signs of increased chaos in himself, and he has already vaguely guessed about it.

Chaos value, spiritual power, nightmare carriage.

After eating, Sigmund returned to his room, and after resting for a while, he began to practice boxing as usual.

Even with the bonus of Ashley's guidance, the harder I work, the more I will gain.

Time passed, night fell, and the street quickly became silent. Before going to sleep, he sat by the window again, and got acquainted with the various vanilla scents in the black box.

This time he mainly paid attention to the distinction in the mixed smell.

Many things before made Sigmund realize that powerful sensory abilities can indeed bring a lot of convenience.

It wasn't until the night was like water that he went to bed exhausted.

At this time, Liam City, which was busy during the day, fell into silence, and ordinary citizens did not know what happened in the city during the day.

But in fact, the impact of the death of a third-level transcendent, a knight of the oracle church, was slowly beginning to show.

For the next two days, Sigmund did not see Rebecca and Ashley.

The two of them deliberately avoided themselves as if they had made an agreement, and even finished eating in their own rooms.

This made some of Sigmund's bad tastes come to naught. After all, it is not easy to meet similar embarrassment again.

In the afternoon, when the hourglass counts down, Sigmund can summon the Nightmare Carriage again.

Although the arrival of the carriage would not be seen by others, Sigmund insisted on waiting until midnight.

In the empty streets and alleys, he lights up the hourglass.

Flip over, and the timer starts over.

In the darkness, the crisp sound of horseshoes came, and the nightmare carriage stepped through the void and appeared in front of Sigmund.

"That's what it feels like."

Sigmund smiled. He stubbornly believed that calling a carriage on a dark street at midnight would be the right atmosphere.

"Welcome back, honorable master."

Boarding the carriage, the faint voice sounded again.

"List of items!"

Sigmund sat down with ease.

The first thing after opening it, he moved his eyes down and looked at the fourth category.

Nothing at all.

Serious carriages only support 1V1, rejecting 3 batches and above of chaos?

Your service is not good, you have to keep pace with the times, customers now like fresh tastes and exciting things.

Bad review!

The lack of special services is obvious, but the other items provided are also very satisfactory to Sigmund.

The first one turned out to be food.

[Green Salad]: You read that right, this is a salad made of grass. What is the essence of the salad? Is it fruits and vegetables? No, its ingredients.

The salad dressing prepared by this food is mixed with the herbal potion from Kaer Morhen. The amount of the potion is not high. Although it can't bring about a strong mutation, the benefits are very obvious.

At least you won't die if you drink this stuff.

After eating, you can greatly stimulate your potential, expand your physical fitness and sensory limits, and at the same time lay the foundation for taking herbal potions.

Side Effects: After consumption, it will fall into a weak state during the transformation period.

"This thing is fine."

The effect of this herb salad is entirely on the flesh, an extreme transformation on the outside. It does not conflict with the changes in Sigmon's current transcendent path through spiritual feedback to the body.

These two transformation methods are calculated separately, which makes Sigmund much stronger than other Transcendents of the same level.

The hunter contract was originally good at fighting. Although the transformation of the body is not extreme, it is obvious that strengthening the physical fitness will increase the combat effectiveness.

As for the weakness after taking it, Sigmon is also completely acceptable.

Anyway, he has nothing to do recently. Bennett's problem has been completely resolved, and the big deal is that he can retreat with peace of mind after eating and not go anywhere.

Looking down, Sigmund looked at the second object.

"What the hell is this?"

What appeared before his eyes were two identical pens.

【Missing Lover】: Do you miss your lover? Write to him, I will grind bones into a pen, inject blood into ink, and write down my thoughts on you in the distance.

This is a pair of lovers who will never change until death but are separated by oceans, expressing their thoughts with their own flesh and bones.

Sigmund stretched out his hand, and two pens made of white bones fell into his palms. It was cold at the beginning, from the tail to the tip of the pen, which was polished from a whole piece of bone.

The surface is carved with fine patterns, one is rough and the other is delicate and soft, corresponding to the identity of the couple.

This pair of pens has only one function, and that is communication.

The text written by one pen will be copied by the other pen.

This function seems simple, but in many cases, especially in this relatively backward world, timely communication is particularly necessary.

Holding it in his hand, the weirdly shaped pen quickly returned to its normal appearance. Only Sigmund knew that it turned out to be an extraordinary item.

Satisfied with both items, he looked down expectantly.

"arms?!"

Seeing the third item, Sigmund could not help but sit up straight.

It will be on the shelves in the early hours of tomorrow, everyone, please support a first order.

Later, I will send a testimonial to talk about adding more and asking for votes.

Those who keep saying they want to support me, *╭(˙˙)╯*

Ah, that’s not right, it’s about keeping books, don’t keep them for now, let’s make a first order...