Witcher's Atelier

Unconsciously, the sky was overcast. The sun had greeted them when they went out in the morning.

When Angouleme suddenly turned around, the two of them were not far from the pancake stall. Victor could smell the rich aroma of cooked wheat.

Her shout was like the start of a race, announcing the official start of the first Fruit and Vegetable Cup Road Race, with the shapeshifter leading the race, the girl in second place, and the boy in third place.

This time, the problem must be solved thoroughly. There will be no next chance.

Because this is Novigrad, the largest city in the north, with nearly 40,000 permanent residents and more than twice the floating and traveling population. It is impossible to find a specific shapeshifter in such a large number.

If he was scared away today, it is almost certain that he will not appear in front of Angouleme again. After all, the girl had no clues at all and caught him directly when she turned around.

Before he understood Angouleme's search principle, he would never dare to get close to the girl again, and Victor would not let Angouleme roam the city every day to search for the illusory hostility.

The three people's sudden pursuit caused chaos in the fruit and vegetable market. The vendors and customers who served as obstacles were pushed and shoved, and screams, curses, collisions, and falls were heard one after another.

"Hey! Stop right there."

"Ouch, my waist."

"There's a thief... there's a thief!"

"Bandit, you bandit, don't leave!"

Breaking through the crowd, the shapeshifter ran very fast, but it was not enough to compare with Victor Corleone, the parkour king of Kaer Morhen, the extreme physical king, and the three-time champion of the Vizima Road Run.

However, Victor did not approach him, but always followed Angouleme at a constant speed, because the shapeshifter had the most troublesome ability of mimicry, and often after turning a corner and colliding with the vendors to create a mess, the shapeshifter who ran away later had changed from male to female, or from old to young.

Fortunately, as long as he was still paying attention to the girl, he could not hide, so he could not let him divert his attention to himself. Otherwise, once his focus shifted away from Angouleme and he began to mimic himself, the Phantom Troupe would have no means to determine his identity.

So the boy would not pass the girl, but would slowly force the shapeshifter to a place with fewer people and then subdue him in one go.

Angouleme knew Victor's strategy, so she also maintained a stable distance slowly. She was very confident in her endurance. Since moving to Novigrad, Victor had never given up his dream of training her into a long-distance running expert.

He often said that the person who laughs last is often the one who persists the longest. There are many such examples in Bell Town, so the morning run cannot be missed.

The shapeshifter quickly ran out of the fruit and vegetable market and ran towards the gate of Tretog. It seems that his residence should be the Far Corner District, the poorest area in Novigrad, which is consistent with his habit of always stealing food.

The three rushed into the outskirts of the city one after another. There are many functions that the core does not have, such as food processing that needs to be laid out for drying, or laundry services for clothes, and dye workshops that require a wide space.

Seeing that there were few people around, Victor suddenly quickened his pace, passed Angouleme in an instant, and hit the back of the shapeshifter.

He fell heavily to the ground and rolled all the way to the moat. When he came to his senses and got up, he found that he was surrounded by Victor and Angouleme.

"Finally, we meet, Mr. Shapeshifter. What's your name? Let's talk, okay? We have no ill intentions." The atmosphere was tense, and the witcher apprentice spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and quickly got to the point.

"You are the witchers hired by Sylvester, right?" She panted, her body was extremely plump, and she looked like a mature woman.

"Well... it's a witcher, but... wait!"

In Victor's shout, the shapeshifter quickly squirmed to mimic, and its body suddenly began to shrink, its body became thinner, its fat collapsed, its height became shorter, and its chestnut curly hair gradually turned yellow and shortened, and finally reached its ears.

Her long dress gave off a glossy luster and turned into black leather. Silver studs appeared on her shoulders and sleeves, and her plump and ruddy face became slender and heroic.

In the blink of an eye, she had completely transformed into Angouleme!

She ripped off her cape and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it. "Hmph! Shapeshifter killer! Don't try to deceive me. How could I possibly believe you?" Her voice was crisp and full of energy, and it sounded like the voice of a girl who deserved a beating.

Victor sighed sincerely. It was really hard to tell just by looking at the appearance. The dry straw-like hair, flat buttocks, flat chest, thick waist, short and thick... even the "shapeshifter detection suit" she was wearing were copied exactly by "mimicry".

No wonder she was hunted down and killed by humans. Being transformed like this in front of her was unbearable for anyone.

"Damn you, bastard!" Angouleme roared and scolded.

When humans see creatures that are exactly like themselves appear in front of them, they will instinctively burst into uncontrollable anger, because this infringes on the "uniqueness" of being human.

Angouleme was even more murderous at this moment, because Victor had explained to her in detail the principle of shapeshifters before they set out, which involved the copying of brain features and mind, or in other words, the soul.

When he finished observing and imitating, he could copy the victim's voice, way of thinking, style of behavior, professional knowledge and skills, and all your thoughts would be exposed in front of him.

He can easily take over the social status of his victims, and even those closest to him will not be able to tell the difference. And this is what makes Angoulin resentful the most. The girl has a certain obsession with being "irreplaceable".

The shapeshifter shook his head and sighed, "Oh my God! I'm so sorry, it turns out that you have experienced something like this."

"Don't do that!" Victor tried to dissuade him for the second time, but it was also useless.

Angoulin pulled out the steel sword with a "Whoa!" and instantly fought with another Angoulin, using the same wild and swift skills to fight quickly.

The bastard of the shapeshifter is simply a model of immortality. Her sighs and sympathy completely angered Angouleme. They rushed towards each other, fierce exchanges, sword blades collided with each other, and the sound of gold and iron clashing echoed along the moat like a violent storm. Victor was unable to intervene for a moment.

"It's not bad." They each took a step away, and Angoulin gasped, "It's not bad, monster. But you are not me, and you can't replace me. Prepare to die."

"I am you. There is no difference between me and you. So that's how you found me." She replied confidently.

Angouleme took a deep breath. The fight just now made her understand that the chance of winning alone was very slim. The shapeshifter is as agile as her and equally powerful. Her only advantage is that Victor is right next to her, so the other party must be alert.

The shapeshifters attack again.

Angoulin parried, slashed back, leaned down, jumped up, and tried to grab his opponent's wrist. However, her attack was in vain, because the opponent immediately made room to escape and fled again.

Victor hurriedly chased after him. The shapeshifter had copied Angoulême and knew the weakness of Angoulême's enemy-seeking technique. "As long as she is not hostile to her, she won't be able to tell the difference."

In other words, letting the shapeshifter Mimic sneak into the crowd this time is equivalent to announcing the defeat of the Phantom Troupe, and she will also take away all the secrets about Victor in Angouleme's mind.

Although she may not use those things to harm the boy, Victor cannot tolerate the handle wandering outside without control. Even if he must kill her, he will never allow her to leave. The mimicry talent of the shape-shifter is indeed a way to kill him. .

However, this time the chase was no longer so easy. After all, the shapeshifter copied Angouleme's body.

Thin raindrops began to float in the sky, and a slight coolness hit their faces. They ran along the road and pointed directly at the "Glorious Gate". The drunk scoundrels and gangsters were kicked out of the nearby pub after drinking all night. After coming out, I often fall under this gate.

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