Witcher's Atelier

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, in the outskirts of Vizima, at the Old Cold Legs Tavern.

Facing Angouleme's energetic mumbling and various plans and arrangements.

After eating roast chicken and red wine, "I plan to act on my own for a while." This was Geralt's answer.

With wide eyes, "Why!?" The girl stared at the uncle incomprehension.

Knowing that she didn't understand, he didn't know how to explain, so he had to repeat in a low voice: "I want to act alone for a while."

"I can't leave you alone! You have lost your memory now, you can't do it alone! Otherwise, tell me, how are you going to get into the city?" Angouleme's attitude was anxious and rude.

Although the girl's words were very impolite, after these days of getting along, Geralt understood that she really treated him as a family member.

So the white wolf smiled and reached out to ruffle her straw-like blond hair, "There is always a way. Didn't the boss just talk about a few ways? I am Geralt of Rivia, I will do it."

Angouleme waved away Geralt's fatherly love and said angrily, "Don't treat me like a child. You didn't explain it at all. I can't accept your statement!"

No matter how you look at it, you are still a child! Bai Lang thought, if it were Victor, it would be enough, and there would be no need to search for the bottom of things in the adult world.

But how can I put it, her attitude made Geralt speak from the bottom of his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Well, although I have resigned from the position of leader, I was once a member of the Hanseatic people, so we will use the Hanseatic way. to resolve disputes.”

Hearing what White Wolf said, Angoulin was startled: "Uh... But the disputes within the Hanseatic people are resolved by...!"

"That's right! If you beat me, I will listen to you." As he spoke, Geralt's mature and cold face suddenly showed a smile that didn't deserve a beating.

It should be noted that this kind of smile is extraordinary. It is the standard configuration of Dandelion's friends and members of the Sword Spirit Club. Currently known members of the club include but are not limited to Victor, Geralt, Lambert and Dandelion... etc.

I feel that the arc is very familiar, and it effectively raises her blood pressure. Obviously, her blood pressure should be low these two days! ?

Without thinking too much, Angouleme slammed the table, "Okay! Whoever wins will listen to him! No regrets!"

The girl feels that she has a great advantage. In the past year, she has not only strengthened her physique, but now she has Eagle Vision, which can be said to be powerful!

And the opponent is just a mere amnesiac uncle. Look at him, his hair is all white, and his knees are not good. How can he be his opponent!

Uncle, times have changed! I am no longer the little mercenary in the past.

But Angouleme Corleone, the strongest in the continent (in the future)──the chief (only) fighter of the Phantom Troupe!

Leading out of the Old Cold Legs Tavern, the girl is in high spirits and wants to let the uncle see her growth and changes after they separated.

Just like that, under the gaze of Catherine flying in the sky, they came to the moat.

The water was flowing, the flowers were blooming in late spring, and it was the time for the decisive battle.

The girl pulled her hair back, exuding domineering aura!

The white-haired witcher had a calm expression.

…

Perhaps the times have changed…

But your uncle is still your uncle!

…

In the afternoon, walking alone to the gate of Vizima, Angouleme took out her pass with a cold face for the guard to check. She looked good, but in fact she was not good, and her dignity was hurt.

──I thought I was a king, but I didn’t expect to be a bronze.

“Ah! Ms. Angouleme, you are back to Vizima.”

The voice sounded familiar, and the girl turned around and saw that it was Jesolo──Vincent’s subordinate, an anesthetic powder addict.

Last year, Victor and Angouleme appeared out of nowhere and established a good reputation in Vizima, “Water Ghost Killer” and “Demon Tree Killer”. As a rare female warrior, Jesolo was certainly impressed.

As for "Taler's" opinion, since he has lost power, his ideas are meaningless! He Jesolo and Captain Vincent are in the same position and recognize that the Phantom Troupe is an innocent and high-quality mercenary.

Angouleme knew this situation, and Victor had analyzed it in detail with her, so the girl acted with ease.

"That's right! After traveling through many cities, Vizima is still comfortable to live in. It would be better if there was no plague." She said.

"Bah!" Jesolo turned his head and spit, took the pass from the guard and returned it to Angouleme, "Damn plague! There are many bounties recently, you can come and see at any time, isn't Mr. Victor coming back with him?"

"He has other things to do, so he will arrive a few days later."

"Ah... It's better to be late than never. Summer is coming soon, and the master's new work "Miss Pride Bat and Prejudice" is really great! I look forward to the new work brought by the Dragonborn poet."

Angouleme laughed, I didn't expect that an anesthetic powder addict would still be interested in listening to poetry.

But then again, ‘Miss Pride and Prejudice’ is simply a heavy-flavored vulgar tune, and that guy Dandelion──

“Uh! Wait…Dandelion is in the city?”

…

Angoulême, who entered the city smoothly, passed by the headquarters of the Knights of the Flaming Rose. After a little hesitation, the girl did not go in to find Siegfried, but returned to her old home in the Temple District first.

Standing in front of the door, I felt a sense of emotion. I remember that when “Bond 7” was launched last year, it was really like a dog that had lost its home. It ran away without any time to pack up. I don’t know how messy the house is now.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and the door was opened smoothly. Angouleme was stunned in front of the door.

The living room was tidy and dust-free, and it was obvious that someone was living there.

Of course, law enforcers cannot sweep away, and people who can open and lock doors will live there for a long time. A bright and beautiful image flashed in the girl's mind.

She slammed the door and ran to the second floor happily, shouting the little sister's name.

"Shani! Shani!"

…

Outside the city, Geralt bid farewell to Angouleme and returned to being alone. He regained his true nature as a witcher and chose to accept the missionary's commission to light five bonfires at night to express his respect for the eternal fire.

Then he has to assist two villagers who are said to be "respectable" to avoid the harassment of the water ghost and the giant thorn demon tree respectively. Only through their approval can the witcher obtain the certificate of entry into the city.

The entire mission process was quite cumbersome and trivial. Of course, he knew that Angouleme had purely good intentions and that walking with her could easily solve all problems. However, the style of acting like a sister who was not short of money was completely different from his past.

The reason why Geralt chose to travel alone was to regain the lifestyle of a witcher, hoping that the familiar poverty environment would stimulate him to recall his lost memories.

So, the white-haired uncle with bad knees worked hard at night, successfully lit the bonfire, and sent a woman home safely at night, earning her gratitude.

After sending the roses, they agreed to go to the mill outside the city to exercise together on the evening of the next day.

Starting from this, White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia begins to continue his century-long legacy of military prowess.

…

North of the Pontal River.

"Tritog" - the capital of the Kingdom of Redania. It was built on an elven ruin, but as a capital it has no highlights.

The level of prosperity is not even as high as that of the school town "Osenfurt", but the superior location still easily attracts tourists to stop by.

That's what happened to Victor.

After a long journey across the Kestrel Mountains, he planned to relieve the accumulated fatigue, sleep on a soft bed in the hotel for a night, and then turn south to La. Varetti.

After passing the routine security check, paying the toll, and entering Tritog City, the boy walked leisurely to the comprehensive plaza for shopping.

The sun is shining brightly, the market is bustling with life, and walking among the crowds is like strolling through hawthorn bushes.

From time to time, the alchemist's sleeves and trouser legs were pulled by the child abandoned by his mother; occasionally he could feel the line of sight from the guard tower, perhaps the famous secret agent of the kingdom in Redania.

Stop by traveling merchants selling invisibility caps, aphrodisiacs, and erotic pictures carved into cedar trees.

After the boy used the wolf sect badge to prove that the invisibility cap was useless, he bought a lot of aphrodisiacs and pornographic pictures for academic and research purposes.

Then he heard the sound of the lute, which was the familiar melody "With You". From a distance, he saw that the street performer was a cute young blonde girl who sang quite beautifully. Victor decided not to step forward and slap her in the face.

In the midst of singing, I found the hotel "Lame Porter", asked for a room, and prepared to take a good nap.

What Victor didn't expect before going to bed was that even though he didn't want to cause trouble, trouble had already found him.

I hadn't slept for two hours, and there was a polite knock on the door.

…

Arethusa Mage Academy, the late president. Tishaia de Vries once said: "Redania has been without a king for a long time. In Redania, the kingship was passed by Philippa Eilhardt-a woman worthy of the 'Pure White' Rafael She is willing to sacrifice thousands of lives in exchange for absolute power."

…

Redania's intelligence agency is doing a good job, like Victor. A warrior, poet, and would-be prophet like Corleone deserves to be noticed wherever he goes.

Even though the young man did not deliberately conceal his identity when entering the city, the information was transmitted so efficiently and smoothly, and the performance of the royal secret agent deserves praise.

The horses have a steady gait, the driver is skilled, and the suspension is good, sure to keep the passengers moving inside.

Taking the soft pillow, Victor changed to a more comfortable position to lean on. This luxurious carriage was sent by the young king of Redania, Radovid V, to pick him up.

Radovid V, the son of the late king Vizmir II, hastily ascended the throne after his father was assassinated. It is said that he is only sixteen years old this year, even younger than Victor.

His parents entrusted him to the court sorceress Philippa. Raised by Erhardt.

No one doubted whether she was intelligent enough to serve as a tutor, but no one thought she could give warm care to her children. It must be said that her strict discipline was very successful.

Bring a radical, ruthless, and rational "heart of stone" to the world!

In some possibilities, he will be the king of the continent.

Of course, no one knows this future except the prophet Victor.

The current Radovid V is considered a young, immature king who may not even live to adulthood. When he gave an order, his subjects watched for a sign of approval from Philippa Earhart.

Fortunately, even if he is a stamped king, he still has the right to invite minstrels to perform at banquets.

Victor thought about it for a moment and agreed to go to the palace to sing "Return of the Dragonborn". He had no purpose and was just sightseeing. Regardless of his means, this little bald man was definitely a hero.

While my mind was wandering with random thoughts and trying its best to dig out the buried memories, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Then a soft female voice came from outside and asked, "Is this Mr. Victor Corleone inside?"

The king's carriage was actually stopped!

Knowing what he knew, the young man opened the curtain and said, "Yes, I am Victor from Bell Town. Excuse me?"

In front of her was a sorceress. Different from her counterparts in Temeria, the blonde, blue-eyed woman holding a staff wore a slim short skirt, knee-high socks and super high boots, with 90% of her body covered in clothes. Only the open-chested design of her top was very sorceress-like.

She bowed slightly, "Cynthia. Ms. Philippa's apprentice, she hopes to take up some of your time and exchange some ideas before you meet the king."

"If the king has no objection, I'm happy to accompany you." Victor's answer was like an innocent passerby, as if he knew nothing about the inside story of Redania.

Cynthia smiled sweetly, "Just agree. His Majesty the King respects Ms. Philippa very much. It's definitely okay to wait for a while."

Then she waved her hand, and the carriage immediately adjusted its direction, slightly deviated, but still headed towards the palace, where Philippa also lived.

Putting down the curtain, Victor shook his head in silence. Even an apprentice was so domineering and arrogant. How depressed must this king be!

Even though he is still a teenager, the king is the king. Once he has power, all those who underestimate him will be doomed!

Moreover, Radovid can hide so deeply, and no one in the court noticed anything wrong with so many cunning nobles. This acting skill is also admirable.

The door of the carriage opened unexpectedly, and Cynthia entered the carriage with a sweet smile and sat opposite Victor. "Do you mind if I get in the car with you!"

"It's my honor!" Refusal is meaningless, the boy touched his chest and nodded.

The carriage began to move forward. On the surface, Victor was calm, but his heart was slightly weak, because if Cynthia simply sat opposite, it would be fine, but she sat down with her legs crossed, and the height and distance in the carriage just gave a glimpse of the dark abyss.

Ahem, the absolute domain of knee socks, nothing can be seen, but it seems that something can be seen!

Combined with the excellent performance of this carriage, the boy couldn't help but think of the way the sorceress sat. Could it be some kind of hint! ?

But on the surface, she still smiled sweetly, as if she knew nothing about the posture that might expose her.

Young Victor couldn't help but worry: "What if I go to Philippa's territory and get exploited by the cruel and brutal sorceress?"

Fortunately, his worries disappeared immediately when he arrived at the palace.

The hall was cool and quiet, with magic lanterns lit to provide lighting.

There were no naked slaves beating drums, no girls covered with sequins dancing, and no smell of anesthetic powder in the air.

The only one who greeted the boy was the hostess of the palace - she was elegantly dressed, with a solemn and friendly expression, as if she was receiving an old friend, and her every move was graceful.

"Welcome, the glorious Mr. Duwakin Victor Corleone, I remember seeing you in front of the gate of Keldra, but I regret that I didn't recognize you at that time, so I have the opportunity to communicate now.

I am Philippa Ehart."

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