The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

With black hair, big eyes, and a delicate and small face, the one who appeared in front of Sigmon was Teresa, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Compared with the last time we met, Teresa looked a little weak and looked dazed. .

"Why is she here? When did she come here?" Sigmon was shocked but didn't say anything, but slowly sat opposite Teresa.

"What is this place?" Teresa said to Sigmon, looking at the furnishings in the room.

"You don't know where this is? Then how did you get in?"

"I don't know." Teresa shook her head. "It was a sudden feeling. My intuition told me that I should go to a place, and then I came." Her fingers slowly came from the lines on the table. Sliding over, frowning as if trying to remember something.

"This place gives me a very familiar feeling. I should have lived here, maybe I know someone here." Speaking of this, she raised her head and looked at Sigmon seriously.

"Is this your house?"

Sigmund shook his head.

"What about its owner?"

"It's gone. Just this morning, he gave his life to protect the city."

"It turned out to be dead." Theresa didn't have any expression on her face, she just sat like that until the tears in her eyes fell on the table.

"What are these?" Teresa raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, with mixed emotions in her eyes, "This is my tears? It's strange, why am I crying? Why after hearing the news of a stranger's death ?"

At this moment, her eyes flickered, and she saw the figure walking out of the kitchen.

"this……"

She stood up slowly and walked in front of the doll. She seriously looked at the doll's hairstyle, decorations and clothes, "It's weird, really weird!" The peace in Teresa's eyes disappeared, suddenly revealing A bit irritable, she raised her hand and smashed her temple hard.

Buzz!

The terrifying sound wave shook, Sigmon's eardrum hurt by the shock, and the objects in the room shook, as if she was afraid of destroying the decorations here. The confusion became deeper and deeper, and the mood became depressed.

"Sigmon, I can't remember, I can't remember anything about myself."

"Looks like you still remember me." Sigmund let out a sigh of relief, which was really a kind of luck.

"You are one of the few people I can remember." Teresa walked around the room. Every time she went to a place, she would hesitate to stop, then pick up the items placed in the room, seriously 's sizing.

And when she walked to the next position, the faceless puppet would step forward and put the items she picked up again, and the angle position was exactly the same.

It was only at this time that Sigmon realized that the doll in front of him was not only a memory for Dressel, but also a guarantee. The memory of the extraordinary will also go wrong, and the existence of the doll can guarantee the room in the room. The decoration will always stay at a certain time node.

"Who the **** am I? Sigmund, can you tell me? Who the **** am I?" There was only helpless despair left.

"I don't know where I come from, and I don't know the meaning of life. It's just that occasionally, I suddenly want to do something on a whim, and then... I fall into a long blank and dazed."

"When did this start?" Sigmund asked, "How long have you been in this state?"

"10 years, 20 years or more?" Teresa shook her head, "I can't remember, people will automatically forget me, and my memory has a big problem." She tapped hard brain.

"Not long ago, did you go to the White Mountain Church? Did you unlock part of the seal of the Mother of Rebirth?"

"Church? Yes, I did go there... Let me think about it, you gave me a head..."

Bang bang bang!

She smashed her head hard, and Sigmon could even see the slight depression at the temple.

"Calm down, don't worry, I think the problem may lie with you." Sigmund comforted, "Are you a contractor, Teresa? Or an ancient god?"

"Ancient God? I'm not." Teresa shook her head, "I am a contract creator, but I am completely different from all contract creators. I can feel that there is an ability similar to me in this city. , very close to my transcendent."

"Creator Contractor?!" Sigmund's eyes widened. He had speculated many times about Teresa's origin. He guessed that Teresa's strangeness was probably due to the so-called so-called "Louis" taken from the head of the superior. treasure.

He even speculated that Teresa was an ancient **** who got rid of the repression of the world's rules by special methods, but he never thought that Teresa would be a creator of the contract.

Because in his impression, Teresa has never shown the ability to create contracts.

"You mean Mr. Appleard, he is a 7th-order djinn master. Do you feel that you are stronger than him?" Sigmund asked cautiously.

"Apriard? That old man is going the wrong way. I was much better than him when I was at his stage... Wait, why am I saying this? Have I experienced anything?" Trey Sha seemed to remember something~www.wuxiamtl.com~ fell into silence again.

"Then Teresa, are you an eighth-order?" Sigmund took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "Maybe we've figured out your abilities, and we'll be able to know the real reason for this strange condition on you. ."

"Eighth-order, maybe, maybe not. I have a part of the power that belongs to the eighth-order, but it seems to be separated from that level, but I can tell you the name of the eighth-order rank." Teresa frowned. replied.

【Blank Machine】

"This doesn't come from my own conclusion, but there is a voice telling me that the 8th order of the contract creation should be called that."

"Eighth-order!" Sigmon couldn't help clenching his fists. This is really good news. Even if he loses his memory, even if his abilities are incomplete, if you work hard, Teresa is likely to become the top fighting force of his own. .

"What about specific abilities?" he continued.

"I won't talk about some less important abilities. The main ability of the blank machine is to copy. I can copy the ability of any extraordinary contractor below the eighth order, and if the object of the copy is the same creator as me, I will They can extend their abilities and forcibly upgrade their original abilities to the eighth-order level."

WC!

copy.

Sigmon couldn't help but utter a foul language. Combined with the name of the blank machine, this ability was very similar to writing in a computer program.

copy and paste.

This is simply the strongest in the world!