Witcher's Atelier

A candlelight, drizzle outside the window──

Some people say that the best opportunity to observe a person is when he faces a test.

And this time, facing Kayla's test, Victor's answer was to blink first, then calm and frank.

The boy looked calm and composed, as if the last few seconds were just an illusion, or he was controlled by some force and lost his memory.

He said elegantly and casually: "Good evening, Kayla, you look more beautiful than last time."

Puff... Kayla almost laughed out loud, his acting skills are indeed good, but this bastard is too lazy to even rethink his lines!

Cunning and interesting little fox... If I wasn't a teaser, I might believe him.

What a pity! The hazy atmosphere melted away. I was prepared to let the boy remember the majesty of the sorceress when he pounced on me.

Spreading out the small electric ball hidden in her palm and crushing it, Kayla replied: "Asshole, you have changed a lot, but you are in big trouble, don't you know?"

Victor sat up and yawned, stretched out on the bed, holding his chin with his left hand and speaking lazily.

"Hey, don't scare me! I'll tell you the analysis.

My name is Victor Corleone, seventeen years old. I'm originally from Bell Town, I usually wander around the world, unmarried. I run an alchemy workshop, I'm enthusiastic about charity activities, and I serve two to six hours every night.

I don't touch anesthetics, and I only drink a little.

Try to go to bed early and sleep for six hours a day. I like to drink a cup of warm milk before going to bed, and then do 30 minutes of stretching exercises. I fall asleep as soon as I go to bed, and sleep like a baby until dawn, never leaving fatigue and stress until the next day.

My physical condition is healthy, and the doctor said I'm normal! I've always been kind to others, and I have friends wherever I go.

What big trouble can such a person have?"

The sorceress laughed dumbly... It's obviously more moderate than chanting the title, and the narration is also down-to-earth, but I don't know why it sounds like I have the urge to beat the boy.

With her slender hands clenched into fists, her big brown eyes squinted, "You are so arrogant? Don't you take my sorceress Kayla seriously?"

Spreading his hands, he bowed slightly, "I was just kidding. Long time no see. I'm so glad you're in good health. Please give me some pointers so I can avoid disaster."

Since Victor showed weakness, Kayla loosened her fists, but still didn't speak in a good tone, "I can't help fools. Only fools would use false prophecies to fool Philippa! Now that she's been exposed, she won't die, but there will definitely be a 'surprise'!"

The sorceress's words aroused the boy's curiosity, "What's going on? How do you know that I gave Philippa a prophecy?"

"I can answer your question, but you have to tell me first, do you know what the ancient blood is?" Putting her feet down on the chair, she stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles on her skirt.

Seeing Keira getting serious, the young man rubbed his chin with his fingers, "Ciriya. Fiona. Allen. Ray Yalun.

The ancient bloodline passed down from the elf sage Laura. Doron, has the talent of traveling through time and space, and is born with powerful magic."

"Since you know this, why do you still use her to make predictions?" Keira pointed her index finger repeatedly and scolded unhappily, "I know you and Ciri are very close and call each other "sister and brother", but this is not a reason for you to joke with her. Ciri represents too many things, the inheritance rights of half of the countries on the continent, and the powerful and mysterious bloodline, which means that anyone and anything related to her will be magnified and examined."

...It's not an illusion, this female sorceress is concerned about herself, has my appearance improved recently? Is it the so-called boy who changes a lot when he grows up, or has he practiced for two and a half years, so it's time to take off?

Thoughts drifted to strange places, the boy responded casually, "Just to clarify, I think 'brother and sister' is more appropriate, sister and brother is what she thinks, I have never called her sister.

Besides, the prophecy is related to her because that is the truth! I am sure that when all three conditions are met, it is the time for Ciri to return."

Thinking that Victor was still holding on, Keira was immediately amused by him, "Oh! All three conditions are met, you are really confident, then do you know that Hawthorne is dead!"

"What!? How is it possible? Alphonse 'Hawthorne' Willy died? When did it happen?"

"You are pretending very well... It was just three days before you made this prophecy!

You left early, if you left later, believe it or not, Philippa would keep you and teach you what honesty is!

Although I don't know how you knew it in advance, earlier than the Redanian intelligence agency, but what do you think of using the dead as the prophecy condition? Do you think this will increase credibility?..."

Keira continued to mutter, but Victor turned a deaf ear to it.

The boy was immersed in surprise. It made no sense that the cunning and wise Hawthorne would die at the hands of his stupid son! But the sorceress could not deceive herself with the situation that could be confirmed by a casual investigation.

In other words, Hawthorne really died, much earlier than expected. The original physical evaluation showed that the old man could still hold on for several more years. Unexpectedly, he fell so cleanly, which was equivalent to losing a key to the plot prophet.

Sighing, "So... now is the era of Hawthorne II..." Victor whispered.

Even though the boy's acting skills were highly praised, his sincerity still made the sorceress ask: "Wait... Tell me honestly, did you really not know about Hawthorne's death in advance?"

He raised his eyebrows and said righteously, "I swear in the name of my grandfather, Keira, when I talked to Philippa, I really didn't know that Hawthorne was dead."

Using the name of grandfather was a serious promise in the Middle Ages, and it was related to the honor of ancestors, so the sorceress chose to believe it.

But in this way, the problem returned to the original point. If Victor was a prophet, how should the prophecy be explained?

Folding her arms across her chest, Keira muttered to herself, "Well... leaving aside the first sentence, the second sentence, Temeria burning, any city fire or turmoil can be explained, even forest fires can be explained, and the third sentence, the awakening of the white wolf, what does it mean? Originally, according to the law of accidents, Geralt of Rivia was the most reasonable, but he has died──"

"──Resurrected!" The boy said calmly while listening to the sorceress muttering to herself.

The rain outside the window seemed to stop for a second.

"Tiger!" Jumping onto the bed and knocking Victor down, Keira sat on his abdominal muscles and grabbed his collar with both hands, "What did you just say!?"

The light weight, the familiar pressure of Mount Tai, the boy answered: "White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia, alive, was found in Kaer Morhen a few months ago. Didn't Triss tell you? She knew it earlier than me, and I didn't return to the castle until I received her notification."

Recalling the teleportation that she helped Triss open in Vizima, Keira Metz instantly figured it all out. It turned out that she was going to Kaer Morhen to find Geralt at that time, but she allowed herself to misunderstand. It's so hateful! Merigold, that slut, treated her loyal friend like this?

Letting go of Victor's collar, Keira became more and more angry, and couldn't help but sit down twice in hatred. And from her reaction, Victor could guess that Triss was indeed a friend of the witcher, and she was deeply in love with Geralt and didn't tell anything to the group of female sorcerers.

After losing his temper, Keira calmed down and immediately found the blind spot, "No, then you are still talking nonsense! You can still say you don't know the first sentence, but how do you explain the third sentence? The White Wolf has awakened two months ago, and you clearly knew that Geralt was resurrected!"

Sure enough, the fate of the "prophecy" is to be misunderstood. Reaching out and rubbing his nose, the boy admitted that he liked to talk to Keira from this angle.

"Geralt has lost his memory and can't remember anyone. Triss went to treat him. The awakening mentioned in the prophecy does not refer to his resurrection, but to his recovery of memory."

Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her little hand slowly but firmly grabbed his collar again, "Wait a minute, so you know the correct interpretation of the prophecy?"

The boy answered confidently: "Of course! Don't treat me as a charlatan who rubs a crystal ball in a circus, asks three questions for ten crowns, and doesn't know what he is talking about! The prophecy was made up by me (according to facts), how could I not know the meaning!"

"You know!? Then why don't you explain it clearly to Philippa!"

"No one asked me! They said they wanted to hear the prophecy, so I gave them the prophecy."

Keira laughed in anger.

"Very good, then I don't want to hear the prophecy, I want to hear your detailed explanation!"

"No problem. When Hawthorne of Novigrad dies, Temeria is destroyed, and Geralt's memory is restored, it will be time for Ciri to go home!"

After letting go of Victor's collar, Keira reached directly to her waist, took out the brass knuckles and put them on skillfully.

"Hey! Dear lady, what do you want to do?" Victor hurriedly spoke out to stop him, he didn't think Keira was joking.

When the sorceress said she wanted to beat someone, she really wanted to beat someone, just like Geralt was beaten by Yennefer countless times.

She waved her brass knuckles, "The first and third sentences are fine, but the destruction of Temeria!?

I forgive you for playing a trick on Philippa, but you dare to fool me?

The strongest existence in the four northern countries, with me and Triss's help, destroying the country!? How dare you say that? You must have forgotten that you are in Foltest's territory. I have to help you remember it!"

"Madam, please listen to my explanation. I promise I am not joking. This is exactly what I told Vesemir and the witcher Leo in Kaer Morhen in the Blue Mountains.

As for later in Redania, Philippa wanted a prophecy, so I made one up for her according to the original words, and then Radovid also asked for a prophecy, and I gave it to him, After listening, they all felt that they understood it very well, and no one asked me for my opinion.

You are the first person who asked me for a detailed explanation directly, so I told you the answer honestly, and you shouldn't be angry about it! It's because I know that no one believes me when I say "destruction", so I use "burning" to modify it. I didn't lie with my words, and others can't blame me for misunderstanding. "

Take a deep breath, the sorceress asked coldly, "Then tell me, how did Temeria perish?"

"I don't know! How did the first powerful country in the north perish, I really don't know! But the result I saw is like this!"

Hovering in the air, the brass knuckles flashed coldly, and they were ready to move several times, but they didn't fall after all.

After a long while, she put down her hand, "It sounds like there is no contradiction, but I want to warn you in advance. Wick!

If you lie to me and I find out that you lied to me, I promise I will be very angry, very angry! At that time, it will not be solved by an ordinary "surprise", so if you have anything to add, it's better to make it clear now! "

-Unconsciously, the drizzle outside the window stopped.

"Beautiful Kayla, you are smart enough to understand that a prophet has his limitations. I can only inform you of what I saw, but it is your responsibility to prevent the tragedy from happening."

Confirming that Kayla nodded in approval, Victor continued: "Besides, I am a foreigner after all, and I have no obligations to the countries on the continent, so in exchange, I also want to ask for your help!"

This is the second time Victor has made a request for mutual help to Keira. Last time, the sorceress ended the conversation with ridicule. She later regretted it and missed Duvacin's growth history. And this time the bargaining chip proposed by the young man was obviously much richer than before.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Okay, tell me, how can I help you?"

"The thing is like this. A group of robbers invaded Kaer Morhen a month ago and stole the formula for the Trial of Grass. According to some assumptions of mine, they are probably conducting experiments nearby..."

…

In fact, "zombie dogs" don't just appear in La. Around Varetti, in a cave on the outskirts of Vizima, the corpses of masked gangsters litter the field.

After getting rid of the last zombie dog, with only a few scratches on his body, he strode towards the last boss, White Wolf. Geralt wielded his steel sword and slid open the villain's ribs, causing him to fall to the ground in a pool of blood.

If Victor was there, you might be able to recognize him from the salamander tattoo on his exposed arm as the "Red Dog" who once led the way in the sewers.

Yes, just tonight, the Red Dogs of the Supernova Gang and the lifelong enemies of the "Black Dogs" of the Ram Gang, the villains who once single-handedly fought against Batman and Catwoman, died in the cave. .

The battle that seemed to end easily was actually quite intense. The witcher was sure that he had never encountered such a strange monster as the "zombie dog" before.

As for the Kaer Morhen robbery case, White Wolf now believes that the Salamander Gang is also involved in major suspicions, not only because of the zombie dogs, but also because he remembered that he had seen similar salamander tattoos in Kaer Morhen.

Sheathing the sword, Geralt came to the side. The two people he wanted to protect were both safe and sound. They were the herbalist "Abigail" and the little boy "Arvin".

"Are you okay?" Noticing the witcher's injuries, the herbalist quickly took out ointment and applied it to him.

Let Abigail do it, Geralt patted Arvin's head kindly.

He appeared in this cave tonight because the little boy was abducted and he followed clues along the way.

As for the origin of Yawen, we met him by chance on the road on a rainy night not long ago, when he was being chased by a ghost dog. After rescuing him, he showed psychic visions and floated in the air reciting "Islin's Prophecy". Therefore, Geralt brought Yawen nearby and let Abigail, who was obsessed with studying medicinal herbs, temporarily adopt him.

In the past few days, he had made great progress in his exploration outside the village. The mission he originally performed to obtain the "permission to enter the city", but because of the witcher's keen senses and calm judgment, he unearthed the horrifying story behind it.

The priest assigned him, and it was said that he was a respectable village representative. One poisoned his brother, another was a calf smuggler, and there was also a habitual wall-burner who originally served as a guard, but he died of drowning last year.

In short, if these people can be regarded as role models, then the village has been maliciously entangled by the ghost dogs for a long time, and they are definitely not innocent.

Geralt planned to finish the investigation outside the city tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then show his hand to the Preacher of Eternal Fire.

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