Witcher's Atelier

Kayla's blonde hair is beautiful, her brown eyes are cute like a cat when they squint, her skin is fair, and the "zircon ankh" on her chest is shining and shining.

It is said that the most charming moment for a woman is when she seems to see everything, but in fact she sees nothing. It can be inferred that Kayla's charm is irresistible now.

If Victor wants to use a famous saying to describe his mood at this moment, he wants to say "**, **, how many sins are committed in your name." Is this how countless men who made mistakes fall? The boy fell into philosophical speculation.

Then he took a deep breath, and the rosemary smelled, "Ms. Kayla, I really don't know what you are talking about!"

Hearing Victor's answer, Kayla retracted her hands that were supporting her chin, and straightened her upper body, "Oh...you really don't know?" The cross flickered and swayed while speaking.

"I don't know what you know, nor do I understand what kind of help you are going to provide. Perhaps it is both untimely and stupid to say this, but I refuse. I refuse to beg for your mercy."

Victor considered trusting the sorceress. She had a pleasant voice, the "Ankh" was beautiful, and the rosemary smelled really good.

But he decided to stick to the original plan and rely on himself, because the current Keira is not the Keira of a few years later. If it was Triss in front of him, Victor would trust her without hesitation, but Keira Metz couldn't.

Without trying to persuade her again, she leaned back against the back of the chair tactically, and the Ankh bounced with the backward movement.

The next second, Keira snapped her fingers and "Pah!"

The chair fell to the ground with a "bang!" sound. Victor was imprisoned in the air by magic. She had an unhappy expression on her face, "Why do all witchers deserve to be beaten so badly!?"

The apprentice hanging in the air watched her take out a brass knuckle from her body. He almost thought he saw it wrong, but it was really the thing that was put on the fist to hit people, and the sorceress's movements were quite skillful.

The man was ruthless and didn't talk much. After she had trained him, she punched him in the stomach with her backhand.

Before being sent to the lounge, the boy had naturally been searched and disarmed, so the brass knuckles hurt him terribly.

Kayla: "This punch is to teach you to be respectful enough to the sorceress!"

Then she stretched her neck left and right, and flicked her wrist gently, "The next punch is to tell you to show enough gratitude, especially after I showed my kindness."

"Puff!" The second punch was about the same strength as the previous one, but the hitting position was more accurate, enough to make Victor feel pain in his bones. "Remember this, don't refuse my kindness next time!"

After training the boy, the sorceress raised her voice: "Come in, people outside!"

The eight people waiting outside the door walked into the room without knowing why.

"Whoever has handcuffs and shackles on him, handcuff him there." Kayla pointed to the bed covered by the screen.

After looking at each other, the eight men worked together to handcuff Victor's hands behind his back and threw him on the bed.

Then she ordered, "Leave the key here, go outside and guard it."

The spy and the knight exchanged messages in their eyes that all men understood, and left without saying a word.

When there were finally two people left in the room, the sorceress waved the whole bunch of keys in front of the boy, and waved her hand to make the lid of the toilet in the room float up.

"Bang!" Keira threw the keys in, "Let's just forget it this time, for Triss's sake." Then she left the room without looking back.

The door clicked shut, and Victor, who was a little dumbfounded, quickly understood what the sorceress meant. If he wanted to escape, he would go to the toilet to get the key.

This was Keira's little revenge for her ungratefulness. After thinking about this, although the abdomen was still aching from being hit, the boy's mood became happy.

Even if it was not necessary in practice, most normal men would feel good to be helped by a beautiful woman who saved fabric in her clothes.

...

From the bed, you can see that the sky outside is dark and there are layers of dark clouds. It is estimated that it will soon rain heavily.

"Come!" Victor said lightly.

"Bag it!" The boy's voice broke through the void.

The brand new herbal bag, just like when my grandmother first made it, silently penetrated the air and appeared at my hand.

He put his handcuffed hands into the bag, and put the handcuffs inside when he took them out. After removing the shackles in the same way, Victor regained his freedom.

Originally, he needed to stun the guards first, but now he skipped this step. It was a pity that he had to sneak away, so the equipment could not be taken back for a while, which was a pity for Mahakam's steel sword and silver sword.

At this moment, he heard Tal's voice outside the door, "Why are you standing outside? What happened?"

Spy: "... Ms. Keira tied the prisoner to the bed, then left to get something, and hasn't come back yet..."

After listening to their conversation, an interesting idea suddenly hit his mind, and Victor instantly convinced himself to take action. After all, the opportunity was rare, and he was already here.

...

Although he wanted to be angry with his subordinates, there was nothing to say after thinking about it.

Pushing aside the knight who was blocking the way, entering the room and closing the door, Tal walked to the bed deep in the room, wanting to interrogate the prisoner again.

He passed the screen and was suddenly enveloped by a dark shadow. "Bang!" A heavy punch to the abdomen made him curl up like a cooked shrimp and fall to the ground to retch.

He whimpered and moaned but couldn't make a loud sound because the perfect impact hit his diaphragm. You have to know that the one who threw this punch was Batman, an expert in beating people.

——I appreciate your arrogant attitude in intimidating me with this punch!

Silently, the man in black held the director's arm and helped him up.

"Bang!" I admire you for accusing me without knowing anything.

"Bang!" I respect you for pretending to be a big boss in front of me.

"Pa!" I reward you for pursuing Miss Shani.

"Bang!" Thank you for letting the female gangster Weiss play with my **.

Finally, there is the pain of being beaten by brass knuckles, and I share this happiness with you "Pound!".

Letting go, Taller collapsed to the ground like cooked noodles, and then he saw Batman raised his foot and stepped on his fingers, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

However, the severe pain that the director expected did not come. The boy thought about it and decided to let him go, and beat him up to vent his anger. There was no need to be permanently disabled.

Because there was no hair to grab, Batman lifted Taller's bald head with both hands, letting him come into close contact with the floor in a continuous and rapid manner, knocking the King's Eye unconscious.

After beating Taller, he was extremely happy, his thoughts were unobstructed, and he was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction. The boy felt that he could do something good after escaping.

He is now wearing the second-generation Batsuit, which adds the effect of modifying muscles and beautifying lines, making Batman's body look obviously different from Victor, and one size larger.

The intelligence agency's men naturally didn't care when they heard the beating sounds from inside. However, the Lily Knight assigned by the princess to protect the poet couldn't do that, so he started knocking on the door.

"Director! Mr. Taler? You can't hurt the prisoner!"

Amid the shouting, Batman calmly gulped down five bottles of potion, and the empty bottles were recycled.

After checking his attire and walking to the door, he raised his foot and kicked the door.

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