The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Me, the savior?" Sigmund was stunned, and a thought flashed in his mind subconsciously. This kind of bad taste should be what Louis did. It seems that the magician succeeded in killing the group of people in front of him. Brainwashed.

But there is something to talk about, don’t hold your head high for nothing, and break free from Aberros’s control with a slight movement of the body. There is a huge difference in height between the two. immature child.

"You are Sigmund Skind?!" Epolo stared at Sigmund, "Where are you from?" She asked expectantly.

"Abetus of Elam, if we go any further, it's Liam."

"It's exactly the same as in the fable!" the little girl Sinovi exclaimed, and the others around her approached, looking at Sigmon with curious eyes.

At this time, Villamont, who was standing aside, was completely ignored.

As an ancient **** who has lived for several epochs, Villamonte is also a little confused at this time. I don't know when it started, no matter where, as long as this young man appears, he will soon attract everyone's attention. focus in the field.

Not long ago, he was talked about as a legendary figure, but now, he has once again become a foil for Sigmund. Veramont has no idea about this, he just feels a little speechless.

"It seems that my era has indeed passed." He sighed sincerely.

"The origin of the name can be matched, it really is him!"

"The savior in the mouth of the prophet has really come to Nosferatu! All this is true, we are saved!"

"Of course it's true. Without the prophet, we wouldn't be where we are now. Are you questioning the authority of the prophet?"

"How is that possible? I am the most loyal follower of that lord, and everything the prophet has predicted to us has been fulfilled, even the accident not long ago..."

Everyone was chatting and talking, and Sigmund also captured some information from their discussions. It seems that when he came to Nosferatu, Louis did a lot of things with his own abilities.

So now, where is he? A glimmer of anticipation rose in Sigmon's heart.

"Please come with me." Epolo changed her scorn just now, looking at Sigmon with some respect hidden in her eyes, then she turned to face Villamont, "Dear sir, I'm sorry, we have some Things need to be verified..."

"You can do whatever you want." Villamonte didn't care after being left out, he waved his hand, and finally warned, "Sigmund is my friend, no matter what he has to do with what you said, I will stand firm. On his side, I hope you can understand the weight of this sentence."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Villamonte, if his identity can be confirmed." Epolos's chest heaved, suppressing the excitement in her heart, "All of us will follow his orders."

Villamonte didn't say anything, and he wasn't curious enough to find out. As an old guy who had lived for many years, he knew very well that knowing a secret often required a price. What was the truth? Gemon would naturally tell him if he was willing.

In fact, he is not worried about Sigmon's safety, because he is very aware of the terribleness of this young man.

Sinovi reluctantly took Veramont out of the hall, and the others around her slowly dispersed. Obviously, everyone was curious about Sigmon's identity, but due to April's prestige, they couldn't do anything about it. keep following.

"Where are you taking me?" Sigmund asked casually as he left the hall and entered a corridor. "Who is the prophet they speak of?"

"I need to confirm your identity."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple, you only need to answer me one question." Apolloth replied, during the conversation, she had taken Sigmon through a barrier and entered another room.

The whole room is not large, it is a regular square, and there are no extra decorations in the room, but the style is a little out of tune with the whole city, but this kind of decoration makes Sigmon feel familiar.

Because it belongs to the world he once lived in.

"What are you asking?" Sigmon's mind flashed the words engraved on the illusory gate subconsciously. This is a relatively simple verification method.

But just as he was thinking about it, a piece of Putonghua suddenly came from his ear.

"I'm going to start!"

Sigmon's eyes widened, and seeing his expression, a flash of tranquility flashed in April's eyes. The strange language she said at this time, the young man in front of her really understood.

"Come on!" Sigmund took a deep breath, suddenly having a sense of communication across time and space, and then he heard five words that made him feel at a loss.

"As long as you work hard."

What?

Sigmund blinked and stared at Apollas who was looking forward to it. Is this gone? Does this get me to the rhythm of the next sentence? So he thought about it, and tentatively replied:

"The iron pestle is ground into a needle."

"Sure enough, it's you!" Epolo clenched her fists excitedly, and then she rushed forward a few steps. Seeing the huge body pressed down by this woman, Sigmon remembered what she had just experienced, and could not help subconsciously. dodge afterward.

What is this all about? Why did such a strange secret phrase pop up all of a sudden? Sigmon was speechless, and after a few casual rants, he suddenly realized that the one who came up with this sentence was someone who had another experience. Own.

"What does that mean?" Epolos asked in Common. "The prophet told me, and you'll explain it to me."

"The reason is very simple. As long as you are determined and willing to work hard, you can accomplish no matter how difficult it is." Sigmon replied casually.

"As expected of the Prophet, he is encouraging us not to despair about the situation in front of us." April sighed involuntarily. Sigmon stood on the side, his eyes swept across, and he was once again shocked by the surging surging of the other party.

Among all the people he knew, Juana's curves were exaggerated enough, with long legs and a thin waist. Whether it was viewed sideways or sideways, it was very visually striking, but this impact was far worse than that of Apollos. too much.

Because the two sides are not of the same order of magnitude, in all fairness, the beauty of this woman is really beautiful, but she is a little too tall. Ordinary human men face her ~www.readwn.com~ I am afraid it is difficult to have any special thoughts...

The iron pestle that is hidden deep in front of this woman will also be reduced to an embroidery needle.

and many more!

Thinking of this, Sigmund suddenly realized something, and thinking about the paragraph just now, he suddenly realized the evil taste from another self.

Damn it, iron pestle, embroidery needle, this is really the situation.

At this moment, April 2018 walked to Sigmon's side and said to him with a serious face: "Lord Prophet has another word for me to tell you."

Sigmon blinked, and a bad thought rose in his heart.

"Friend, don't think too much, you can't test the depth of this woman." Hearing this eloquent Mandarin, Sigmund's scalp tingled.

"Mr. Skinder, can you explain the meaning of this sentence for me?" After repeating it, Epolo looked at Sigmon with a serious face.

Sigmund: ?_??