Witcher's Atelier

In just a few minutes, tiny, even, water drops soaked people's bodies, and the soaked clothes and the biting autumn wind combined into a biting cold.

After estimating the distance, Victor stopped without hesitation and took out the "Tawny Owl", "Blizzard" and "Thunder" potions from the herbal bag and drank them. He couldn't let the shapeshifter run to the Glorious Gate, where the crowd was destined to lose him.

The shapeshifter, who was running, heard the footsteps behind her pause. She looked back and just caught a glimpse of the witcher putting away the bottle and catching up with her at a much faster speed than before.

She knew the huge increase in combat power from the potion, and hurriedly quickened her pace, but this action was exactly contrary to Victor's teachings in Angouleme's memory. Soon she heard a sound like pulling a bellows in her lungs when she exhaled - a sign of exhaustion.

Knowing that she didn't have time to reach the Glorious Gate before being caught up, she leaned against the side of the road and "banged" the door open, entering the abandoned house to find another way out.

Then when the witcher apprentice chased into the house, she was holding the wall in the corner, panting, with an angry look in her eyes. Unfortunately, although this old house was dilapidated, it basically maintained its structure and had no other exit.

"Nice to see you again, 'Mimic'." The witcher said coldly. The shapeshifter hated this name, but Victor didn't like him now anyway-after he copied and provoked Angouleme.

The shapeshifter's panting was heavy and loud.

"Let me go." She finally spoke, using Angouleme's voice, "You can let me go, right, demon hunter?"

"Shapeshifter," Victor said, "Since you have been stealing continuously, you should have expected that the merchant would not give up, and today is bound to come.

And it's too late to say all this now. After you mimic Angouleme, I can't let you go. Don't take risks. Her memory must have told you my plan. I am ready to hire you.

I don't want to kill you or hand you over to the authorities, but you must accept the employment, keep my secrets and stop abusing transformation. I will make sure you do this."

She swallowed her saliva and used Angouleme's face, "What if I refuse?"

"I am very reluctant to do this, but I don't allow secrets to be kept by people who are not friends..., No... Don't do that, you will regret it!" This is the third time Victor has dissuaded him today, and the result is as ineffective as the previous two times.

Ignoring the boy's warning, the shapeshifter's body began to swell, become stronger, and become taller. The golden curly hair flourished and stretched straight, extending backwards, and finally turned into a ponytail.

The bright Van Helsing suit she was wearing dimmed in color and turned back into normal leather armor with iron plates. Her slender and heroic face became slightly angular, with four faint scars.

A hilt appeared above the right shoulder of the shapeshifter, and the herbal bag on his hip looked no different from his own.

"Don't get any closer." Another witcher apprentice raised his chin and smiled, "Don't get any closer, Victor. I will never sell my freedom, just like you."

Deeply furious.

Yes, this bastard is just as ordinary as me, Victor thought, this guy doesn't look powerful at all.

The boy reached for his sword. It doesn't make sense, my mouth is actually pretty good. My nose is also pretty straight. But why does it look so ordinary with the eyes?

The shapeshifter and Victor's hands touched their respective hilts at the same time. Both swords were unsheathed at the same time.

The two witchers were as light and swift as cats. The first strike was made by both of them, turning forward and slashing sideways, trying to chop off each other's heads, and the steel swords collided and sparks flew everywhere.

The footsteps moved sideways and the sword danced in circles, accompanied by the hissing sound of breaking through the air. The two people simultaneously drew sword flowers and the sound of hammering iron.

When Angouleme arrived at the door, he saw their sword handles colliding with each other. They took two steps back to resume the confrontation, and started in the same bull position.

"You can't beat me." The shapeshifter roared, "Because I became you, Victor."

"You made a big mistake, Mimic." The witcher whispered back, "Drop the sword and become anything you want, but not me. Otherwise you will regret it. I promise you."

"I am you." The shapeshifter repeated, "You can't beat me. You can't beat me, because I am you!"

"You don't know what it means to become me, Mimic, stop it, before it's too late."

Suddenly, the shapeshifter's body shook, and the hand holding the sword fell.

His breathing was rapid, his pupils were dilated, his nostrils were flaring, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his limbs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Don't get close to him! He's dangerous!" The girl yelled from behind to stop the boy from moving forward.

Victor knew what Angouleme was feeling now. It was the malice he had felt countless times when he wanted to kill someone. It was spreading throughout the abandoned house with the shapeshifter as the center.

The rain outside the window became heavier, and thunder exploded.

He began to crawl and mimic, his body did not change, and he still looked like the witcher Victor, but the dark leather armor was replaced with a black Van Helsing suit - the style Victor usually wore.

The double-breasted buttons were shining, the herbal bag was slanted on the hip, the steel sword was moved to the waist, and the right arm was equipped with a crossbow.

Then the ponytail loosened naturally, he closed his eyes, spread the five fingers of his left hand, and a touch of golden curly hair from the forehead to the back, and the "back hair" was naturally formed.

When he opened his eyes, the boy's hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but clench the sword of Prometheus.

It doesn't make sense, the mouth is still my mouth. The nose has not changed. But why does he look so handsome with these eyes?

Damn it, he actually has the True Crimson Nine-magatama Samsara Eye...

Oops! Why does the demon hunting world have the Nine Magatama Samsara Eye! This is unscientific! And what about that combed back hair? What does it mean?

Victor was dumbfounded in the absurdity. The shapeshifter in front of him had too many elements integrated, and he couldn't complain about it.

The rainstorm fell, and the shapeshifter's previous embarrassment was gone. The Nine Magatama Samsara rotated, and he smiled and pulled out the steel sword at his waist, taking the top position, and approached the Phantom Troupe blocking the door step by step.

"Hey! Mimic, what are you doing?" Victor shouted tentatively. He had some ideas about the shapeshifter's current state, and hoped that his guess was wrong.

He didn't speak, and his eyes and movements only conveyed one idea.

"Clang!" Questions and answers were useless. The demon hunter blocked the opponent's heavy sword that was ready to chop straight at him, and was shocked to retreat several steps to let him leave the door.

Walking out of the abandoned house, the shapeshifter stepped into the storm, looking imposing, but after the fight, Victor was free from the unknown and no longer panicked.

Those two eyes of samsara are just for show. If he can use super powers like Amaterasu or Tsukuyomi, he doesn't need to use swords to clear the way. It's not surprising that "Shinra Tensei" blew up half of Novigrad.

In other words, although there are slight differences in appearance, fake is fake. He is still a copy of himself and has no ability to surpass the world. It is even more impossible to be immune to the effect of "Silver" breaking "mimicry".

Left and right, front and back, Victor and the shapeshifter walked and danced with swords on the rainy street. The boy was more certain that the other party had the momentum of a king but not the strength of a king. His swordsmanship was slightly stronger, but his strength was not improved, and he could not crush him.

So after Angulan joined the battle, he quickly put him at a disadvantage until the shapeshifter withdrew and pointed his right sword at the girl while his left hand reached into the herbal bag. The posture was very familiar to the boy. The secret of the wolf school - the explosive sword.

Victor was shocked. Although he thought that the shapeshifter could not simulate the "endless herbal bag", the boy did not dare to gamble. He reacted like lightning and threw Angulan into the moat to avoid the explosion range.

Then he saw in the water that the shapeshifter on the shore couldn't take out the bomb. Sure enough, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't turn into a herbal bag of "Law Creation".

In this way, he got rid of the entanglement of the brigade, smiled, turned around and ran towards the Gate of Glory without looking back, letting Angouleme swim by herself, and Victor quickly went ashore to continue chasing.

The boy had a reason to chase and a very bad premonition, because the shapeshifter looked at him with a wrong look just now, without any hesitation or confusion, only a pure desire to kill.

Victor felt that he was not running away now.

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