Witcher's Atelier

In the Imperial Palace of Nilfgaard, also known as the "City of Golden Towers", Viscount Vatier de Riddaux bowed and exited the audience room. Under the awe-stricken eyes of his attendants, he lifted his epaulettes and walked away.

It's really not a good day today. Mr. Wattier is very tired now. His hard work has not been rewarded enough. He only received a scolding from His Majesty and has nothing to say.

"There is no point in trying hard, what you want is results!"

There is no doubt that this time, the infiltration of Skellige suffered a serious blow. The pro-Nilfgaardian forces headed by Bilna were destroyed, and the new king belonged to the brave Quit family.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, the successor was Caris and not Hjalmar. At least she was not keen on plundering. I really don’t understand what the people of the Islands are thinking, they let a weak woman take the position, their future is doomed to collapse.

A leader should be strong, calm, rational and ruthless, just like the one he served... All those who were enemies of the emperor died painfully, and the tombstones were excavated and paved on the ballroom floor to warn every noble who came to participate in the ball.

─He is therefore called "the white flame dancing on the enemy's grave."

Aside from the haze of the failed murder, another doubt that troubled the Viscount was that the intelligence network in Svaleg and Port Keldro was inexplicably destroyed. This was a complete breakdown of the entire line, in terms of one-way communication. , which means complete exposure from top to bottom. The problem is that Vatier is sure that he did not betray his men...

Maybe it's magic judgment? With this thought flashing through his mind, Vatier was ready to find an opportunity to ask the sorceress if she had any spells that could instantly distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

According to the schedule, he will then review the paperwork for another one to two hours so as not to be overwhelmed by the documents to be done tomorrow. But his mood was extremely bad now, and he frowned just thinking about it.

I can't, he thought. I can't, for the gods' sake. Anyway, the job won’t run away. I have to go home... no, not home. Ask the woman to wait. I'm going to find "Cantarella."

I can really relax next to my lovely Cantarella.

Having made up his mind, he did not hesitate anymore and changed direction. Instead of returning to the office, he walked through the back door of the garden and left the palace.

…

"I couldn't believe it when I saw the report. One person killed a giant and hundreds of female sirens." Vatier de Lidaux leaned on the pillow, stretched out, and continued to play with Cassia Van... Kanting's hair, "Do you think that's still human, my little sweetheart, when I saw the report, I punched that bastard in the face. In order to cover up their failure, they fabricated a reincarnation of Hamdol to deal with . Damn it! How dare they do this? Do you think I can't deal with them by hiding in Skellige? "

Kasia Van Canting, the girl nicknamed "Cantarella" did not answer. Vatier didn't expect her to answer either. The girl is eighteen years old, a female college student, with blond hair and emerald green pupils that are confused and pure, and she doesn't look very smart.

Her interest was limited to massage, giving Vatier a massage--at least for now.

Cantarella is an absolute genius when it comes to massage. Her skills and methods, combined with her passion and focus, can bring ultimate enjoyment to users. But for Vatier, these are not the most important things.

Cantarella is a taciturn person who is willing and good at listening. In her ears, he could speak freely and say whatever he wanted, refreshing his heart and mind. This was the reason why Viscount Liddox had supported her for a long time.

"In our line of work, we will inevitably receive a lot of criticism," Vatier said in a bitter tone, "But because of this Duwakein, the whole plan collapsed. God knows how this guy did it! Suddenly, dragons were being sung everywhere in the north. The dragonborn came back, and then he, the dragonborn, jumped out of Skellige!

Vatier de Lidaux snorted angrily and took the wine glass offered by Cantarella's hands - the glass was filled with Toussaint's East of the East red wine.

The age of the wine reminded him of a time long past, when Emperor Emhyr var Emrys was just a disinherited and humiliated boy, and Vatier de Lidaux was a young intelligence officer. Member, his status in the department is insignificant.

It was a good year - for wine.

Vatier took a sip of wine, played with Cantarella's shapely fingers, and spoke again. The girl listened intently.

"Victor Corleone, Duvacin," the head of the Imperial Intelligence Department muttered, "is a liar or conspirator. He pretends to be Ciri's younger brother and may have some prophetic abilities. After all, he successfully Caris ascended to the throne of the Islands. And because of Ciri, His Majesty the Emperor also noticed him. Next, I have to arrange for a few people to investigate his details...if necessary..."

While the viscount was speaking, Cantarella unbuttoned his nightgown, leaned down and began to massage him.

Feeling her breath, Vatier exhaled in harmonious anticipation. What a natural talent, he thought to himself. Then, soft, hot and smooth fingers touched his body, driving all his thoughts out of his mind.

Slowly and skillfully, Cassia Van Canting demonstrated her talent for massage, bringing comfort to Vatier de Lidaux, the head of the Imperial Intelligence Service. This wasn't Kasiya's only talent, but Vatier didn't know it.

Of course he didn't know that although she didn't look very smart on the outside, Kasia Van Canting actually had an extraordinary memory and sharp thinking ability.

Every word that Vatier told her, every piece of trivial information, every word that was said during the massage, Kasiya would repeat it to the sorceress Ashleigh Va Ana in the future. prosper.

Ashley var Anahim is a member of the "Sorceress's Gathering".

…

"This is who we are. We all belong in this gathering. We are like a sphinx, silent, calculating, hidden and dangerous, mysterious, wise and fantastical. We are powerful and brave. Fearless, eternal and powerful. Yes Yes, the Sphinx should be the symbol of our assembly.”

──Ashley of Vicovallo

…

The Sorceresses' Covenant is a "secret society" composed of sorceresses. Planned and established by Philippa Earhart, it operates as an alliance of powerful female mages from the north and south, so it is also known as the Warlock Sisters.

They inherited the concept of "Pure White Rafad" and believed that the foolish king needed their guidance, otherwise it would cause disaster.

So these court sorceresses, who ostensibly advise the king, are actually manipulators loyal to each other regardless of nationality or personal beliefs, and their only common goal is to promote the interests of "magic".

Temeria's royal advisor Keira. Metz, a member of the Sorceress's Covenant, finished casting the telescope and withdrew from the information exchange meeting.

The telescope is a communication tool for warlocks. They can use the telescope to make "video calls". At regular intervals, or in special circumstances like this, they will use the telescope to hold "online meetings."

Keira is strongly dissatisfied with Temeria's current intelligence manager. Roderick is indeed not as good as Taller. He is obviously closer to Nilfgaard, but the result of Skellige's king selection was decided by Ashley Tell me, it's simply shameful.

At the same time, she also found it amazing that the ordinary Victor, in the eyes of Skellige, turned into the unparalleled hero Duwaqin, fighting against the sea of ​​female sirens and killing the ice giant single-handedly── It is an epic monster with extremely high physical resistance and magic resistance. It is naturally covered with magical frost armor.

Even if his abdominal muscles are hard, it has nothing to do with whether the abdominal muscles are hard or not. Are the people from the Islands really so humorous that they take their jokes so seriously?

But after laughing, she still opened the portal and wanted to talk to the sorceress Triss face to face.

Enter Triss. Merigold's residence in Vizima was a bit messy, and most of the clothes and magic props had been packed away. Keira was a little surprised, "Are you going on a long trip?"

During the video conference just now, Triss did appear absent-minded. She was only thoughtful when Ashley mentioned Victor. Keira originally wanted to ask Triss if she knew what happened to her little boyfriend. What's going on? Unexpectedly, I saw her packing her luggage.

"Well... something very urgent happened, and I have to leave as soon as possible." Triss said.

Kayla smiled, "Can you let me know? Do you need help?"

Triss shook her head almost without hesitation, "No, this is my private matter, but what's wrong with you coming here suddenly?"

Thinking of her original question and the rush to contact the red-haired sorceress, Keira intuitively thought that Triss didn't know what happened to Skellige, so she hurried to find her little boyfriend.

"I'll open the door for you. You have to go find Victor, right! He should be in Keldra now. When I attended Bran's funeral last time, I gave the spell mark to Ermia for management, so that you can use it as quickly as possible. Find people quickly.”

When she first heard what Keira said, Triss felt confused. What did what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go have to do with Victor? Then she figured out that Keira had probably misunderstood, but then she thought about it again, this misunderstanding was quite good, as it could hide the true purpose, and it would also be good to take Victor with her, as they would definitely be very happy to see him.

After thinking about it, she cast a spell to fold the space and put all the luggage into a small bag instantly. "Then I'll trouble you!" Triss said.

Keira smiled at Mimi's casting position, and the milky-white portal suddenly opened, and Triss passed through the portal.

…

The portal exit leads directly to Keldro, near Ermia's laboratory. This location will not be interfered by anti-magic metal, and is a transmission channel established for formal social interaction.

So when the sorceress walked out of the portal, a dedicated attendant immediately came to receive her and notified the archdruid.

Not long after, in the reception room, she put down the teacup and said, "Thank you for the fruit tea. It's delicious." Triss said.

In front of him, Archdruylmia of the Archipelago also put down her tea cup, "Nothing. I have heard of your reputation. The fearless Merigold suddenly came to Skellige. I am deeply grateful that I can entertain such a beautiful lady like you." Feel honored.”

"To tell you the truth, I'm here to look for Victor Corleone, the man you call Duvacin." Triss noticed keenly that the moment the boy's name was spoken, Ermia's expression showed He was slightly displeased, but he didn't know whether this displeasure was directed at himself or Victor.

Ermia was really unhappy because she didn't expect that a sorceress would come to see Victor, and he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to withstand the temptation either?

But when I think about it, I feel relieved. It is not uncommon for a capable young man to be played by a sorceress. It is a valuable life experience. It is not uncommon for Cratchit when he was young... and even so far, he considers it a good memory.

Thinking of this, the druid said: "I also hope to be able to help, but unfortunately, after the coronation ceremony, about twenty days ago, Dragonborn Victor Corleone has left the Skellige Islands and returned to the mainland. ”

Triss didn't know if Ermia had something to hide, but she knew that Druid was Geralt's good friend, and her purpose of finding Victor had no hidden purpose, so she decided to tell the truth. .

"I guess you may have some misunderstanding. The reason why I came to Victor is..."

They talked for some time.

Soon after, Keldro teleported to the area, Ermia said goodbye in person, and Triss opened the teleportation gate and flew directly to her residence in Novigrad.

The druid who stayed on the spot murmured to himself: "Is it the era of cold wolf and snow? Is Islin's prophecy approaching?"

…

The beautiful red-haired sorceress has a property in Novigrad. The house is right next to the Patriarch's Square. It is a single-story house with high ceilings and is always cared for by servants.

After walking out of the Patriarch's Square, she followed the address pointed out by the Archdruid and arrived near the Alley of Glory, where she found the "Fergus Blacksmith Shop".

According to Ermia, this blacksmith shop is Victor's property in Novigrad. He came to the islands before and borrowed a batch of tools from the Todaloqu family. Presumably, after leaving Skellige, he will first Return here and give the tools to the blacksmith.

Triss opened the door and entered the house. Yuna, who was working hard, was instantly shocked by her beauty.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she got a little closer, but didn't dare to get too close, "Hello madam, do you need anything?"

"I'm looking for Victor Corleone. Someone said he can be found here."

"Sorry, we don't have such a person here!" Yuna touched her thick golden braid and shook her head in denial.

The sorceress blinked, "You are not good at lying, and you are lying. Don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions. I really have something to come to him for."

After being exposed in an instant, Yuna's face turned red and she hesitated, "Okay, Victor said that if a red-haired lady comes to see him, then ask for her name?"

"Triss Merigold."

Hearing the name, Yuna patted her thigh and said, "Yes, she is one of the three red-haired ladies. Please come with me!"

Three red-haired ladies? Does the teenager know many redheads? This sentence aroused Triss's curiosity, "Can I know who the other two are?"

"No, Victor did not authorize me to inform this matter."

The rejected sorceress was brave and followed Yuna's footsteps into the second entrance. When she opened the door, she noticed the door sign hanging on the door, "Victor's Alchemy Workshop".

Suddenly realizing that this new little brother seemed to be doing well, Triss smiled.

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