Witcher's Atelier

In the Vizima Temple area, there is a well-known detective agency, Raymond. Detective Maloev, because his wife and daughter died at the hands of the Salamander Gang, he worked hard to trace the criminal trail of the gang.

Then he followed in the footsteps of his wife and daughter.

Tonight on the second floor of the detective agency, Aza. Javid was staring deeply at the city area defense map. Another map next to him was a map of the entire continent. The land occupied by Nilfgaard during the two northern invasions was clearly marked with solid and dot lines.

The door was pushed open, and the professor came in. His round sunglasses reflected the firelight, "Aza, that mutant freak is on his way here. How long will your role-playing game with him continue? He is on our territory every night these days. Attacking the gang, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Hahaha!" Aza's lip ring swayed with the low laughter, "Looking on the bright side, at least he is cuter than Batman, and dying is easier to deal with than being disabled."

Rolling up his sleeves, the professor gestured with the sleeve crossbow fixed on his left hand, "Last year, the situation did not allow it. Now, if that bat dares to appear again, I will shoot him into the wall with one shot!"

Rolling up the defense map in front of him, Aza said: "You can leave first. I still have use for the witcher. It's not time to deal with him yet. His perception and expertise are irreplaceable. He is the key to breaking through 'Azu Lie'." The key to the tower's seal."

The professor turned to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked, "By the way, it's already the third day and there's still no news from Albert?"

Putting his right hand on the gemstone on his forehead, Aza shook his head, "The telescope didn't answer, and the magic mark didn't respond. It should have been destroyed. I didn't expect that idiot Albert to actually die in Victor's hands."

"I agree with your assessment of his stupidity, but Albert is a mage after all. Are you so sure that the all-powerful Waqin can deal with him?"

"At least the chances are much greater than yours."

"Bah!" spitting, the professor left the room and left through the back door.

As Aza moved downstairs, his appearance began to change as he moved forward, from a Serikanian with tattoos all over his body and interlocking rings, to a Tai with a monocle and a leather hat. Moria man──Raymond. Detective Maloev.

It is difficult for this simple transformation technique to cover up the magic fluctuations, and it cannot even fool the gate guards equipped with magic detectors in the metropolis, but it is more than enough to deceive Geralt who has lost his memory.

The white-haired witcher opened the door and welcomed in. They chatted and chatted. Aza dangled Geralt with some colorful news about the Salamander Gang, asking the white wolf to continue to pull chestnuts from the fire for him and solve the mystery of the swamp magic tower.

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Some time later, somewhere in Vizima.

"...The above is what happened recently." The professor bowed, his expression humble and cautious.

Frowning, the superior waved the professor away.

After thinking for a moment, he rang the bell and called another person in, "Go to Zapopan and see what happened there, and then come back and report to me."

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In the Vizima Trading Area late at night, there was also a person here who was paying attention to what happened to Zapopan. It was already the third day, and there was still no news from that damn little bastard. If there were no surprises, he said, "I will go back to my hometown after this battle." Get married!" That's Victor. Corleone's last words.

Regarding Wick's death, Keira. Metz didn't feel sad, because that bastard clearly wanted to die. Is the mage so easy to fight?

Moreover, she had stopped him and even wanted to teleport to help him. Although she could not make the trip because she lost her coordinates, her performance was absolutely commendable.

In her long life, the sorceress has seen many people and encountered many things. The boy is just an interesting novelty. The irritability she feels at this moment is just a sigh that prophets are rare, she told herself this.

Sitting in front of the dressing table with her chin in her hands, Keira's rational judgment was that Wick was dead, but on an emotional level, she could not help but have some expectations, hoping that the dragonborn who dominated Skellige could create miracles again this time.

Suddenly the telescope buzzed, and the sorceress connected to the video call. On the opposite side was her Vizima counterpart. Royal advisor Triss, radiant in nothing but gauze, is clearly fresh off a spree.

"Ah! My friend Triss, I can tell at a glance that your witcher has just spent a lot of energy. You have to ask him to pay attention to his health."

"Forget it! Keira, don't be so mean to me. I know you are in a bad mood. If Victor has an accident, no one wants it."

"That's not an accident! That bastard is looking for death!... So what do you want from me?"

"As for the mage Albert you mentioned, after confirming his origin, I feel that perhaps the mutation that occurred in Zapopan was behind the Salamander Gang that Geralt is investigating..."

Next, the two sorceresses spent a lot of time exchanging information obtained from each other's investigations.

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In the gray morning of the next day, the "Sapopan" mansion has been shrouded for three consecutive days. The beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth and floated with fairy music suddenly disappeared, leaving the curious villagers feeling lost, but they did not dare to step into the mansion.

Because Master Albert would never show mercy to offenders, the villagers could only look from a distance, confirm that they could not see anything, and then go home.

This situation is naturally very convenient for Victor. At least he will not be blocked in the room by the villagers, demanding an explanation of the ins and outs of the "Mansion Murder Case".

After leaving the third floor and finding a clean room on the second floor, the boy sat on the sofa and took out bacon bread and milk to chew.

Eating is a matter of psychological inertia. After all, it took three days to refine the herbal medicine, but he was not actually hungry because the wheel of truth opened and the alchemist was protected by the world.

Seventy-two hours of alchemy is not an exaggeration. Many high-level magic requires this number of hours. The boy just didn't expect that the first "marathon" would come so suddenly.

Originally, based on the experience of making Leo's potion last time, it would not have taken so long, let alone form the three-dimensional "Pillar of Truth" - the symbol of the legendary work.

But of course he has no dissatisfaction. The stronger the thing he wants to use, the better.

After eating, he clapped his hands and took out two gems from the herbal bag, a zircon and a ruby. According to the name Albert confessed, the ruby ​​should be Aza. Javid's magic mark, and the zircon naturally belongs to Keira. Metz.

Leave the Zircon behind and the Ruby to retrieve the herbal packet. Then he took out the microphone, and Victor used the gentlest voice into the microphone, "Michelangelo, Michelangelo, this is Da Vinci, please answer if you hear me!"

Not long after, there was a loud noise, and the golden portal opened. The first thing the petite sorceress did when she came out was to punch the young man in the abdomen. The first sentence that accompanied it was, "You bastard is not dead!" "

Before starting the alchemy, he actually had time to report that he was safe, but he didn't consider this aspect at all. As a result, he disappeared silently for three days. Victor felt that he was somewhat unjust.

So he adjusted his posture slightly and asked Keira to punch an unimportant part and act like she was in severe pain to calm the sorceress's anger.

Keira is a master who is used to beating up others, so of course she knows that Victor is acting, but seeing that he has a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes, she doesn't feel guilty about it.

The sorceress was wearing white breeches and a palace aristocratic waistcoat today. All the buttons were buttoned tightly, the zircon ankh on her chest was shining, and her hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head. She looked dignified and heroic.

Kaila stood tall and looked around. The room was neat and clean, "Where are the wild mage and the mutants?"

Opening the door, Victor waved an invitation, "This is the second floor. Albert and the Tyrant died on the third floor. Lika's three forms are all in the corridor on the first floor. Which one do you want to look at first?"

"Let's go with Lika first!" motioning the young man to lead the way, the sorceress said as she walked, "Wick, I'm not sure if it's a coincidence, but when I went to report the biological crisis to the king, Roderick actually submitted the information first, and the content was the same as We know the same thing, they’re zombie dogs and Lika, but he didn’t mention the tyrant.”

Victor's steps were brisk, "Really? As far as I know, although Lily Knight is struggling, he is still very capable, otherwise he would not be qualified to compete with Rose Knight Siegfried."

"Force or strategy may be good, but that is not the most important thing. The key is trust! I don't trust Roderick, he is a Nilfgaard." Keira's lips were light cherry color.

"It's useless to tell me this. Why don't the palace advisors communicate directly with 'White Zhiyada'? Express your concerns."

"Yada trusts him and there is nothing she can do about it, unless someone more attractive to the princess appears, such as Batman?"

"What a shame, I don't know that free man."

No matter Keira. No matter what Metz said, there were some things he would never admit. Although the sorceress seemed very close to him now, Victor still kept himself on guard to a certain extent.

After observing Type III Lika with Kayla on the first floor, Victor said: "Do you want to bring a corpse back to testify?"

The sorceress shook her head and refused, "No, this matter has already been handed over to Roderick. It will be thankless to interfere again."

The two then went to the third floor to inspect the bodies of the Tyrant and Albert. Keira glanced over the Tyrant's part, but it was the mage's death that she looked at particularly carefully.

"What's going on? Is there anything strange?"

"It's nothing, I just found that there were very few traces of the battle, and then he lost. I was wondering how you defeated him. Can you tell me the answer? Or are you going to do the same to me one day?"

As she spoke, the sorceress's eyes flickered and she looked at the young man and smiled.

Faced with her inquiry, Victor smiled back, "I once had a Demo gold bomb, that's all."

Kayla flattened her mouth and reached out to poke the boy's cheek, "I can feel that what you are telling is the truth, but it is certainly not the whole story. All anti-magic weapons cannot be folded into space, and holding them from a distance can slightly interfere with magic. "How stupid do you think Albert must be to let you get close when the enemy and us are clearly clear?"

Victor didn't know that the mage was so sensitive to anti-magic weapons. He only found out after hearing what Keira said. But in other words, with the herbal kit as cover, and facing the mage from behind, he could easily make a surprise attack at close range.

As for the answer the other party wanted to know, he spread his hands and said, "Sorry! This is a business secret, a witcher's business secret."

She raised her head and glared at the boy angrily. After staring for a while, Keira looked away and said, "Well... then let's do it! At least you didn't try to lie to me!"

Although she said this, the sorceress was obviously still unhappy because she felt that the boy did not trust her. After a few perfunctory words, she opened the door and went back to Vizima.

Although the long-distance direct connection was very convenient, Victor did not ask to go with him because with his increased common sense, he was aware of the risks of the portal.

Without magic coordination, there is about a 1% chance of failure when using the portal. After passing through, you will be missing arms, legs, or even a third leg.

So although the probability of failure is very low, even lower than the probability of pregnancy if condoms are used correctly, considering the irreversible consequences are too tragic, people usually prefer to travel on horseback and enjoy the scenery along the way.

…

The sorceress left, and the boy's next stop was determined, which was to return to the capital of Temeria, Vizima.

That city left a deep memory on him, and he never forgot the stories that happened there, especially the unforgettable red-haired girl.

Compared with the information obtained from Albert’s previous interrogation and the news brought by Kayla, it is basically certain that it is the "Professor" and Aza of the Salamander Gang. Javid and the two men led the atrocity attack on Kaer Morhen.

During the process of getting along with the Ram Gang last year, Victor knew that behind the Salamander Gang, there were vague shadows of Temerian high-level officials. Their rise was not simple and might involve political games or even Nilfga. Germany's conspiracy.

Kayla just mentioned that Victor actually agreed with Roderick's doubts, but he was unwilling to rashly assert that the people he knew could really be so evil. After all, they had been getting along fairly well before.

Before leaving, remembering that the sorceress had confirmed that this place was of no use to her, the boy took out the oil can from the herbal bag and splashed it all over the mansion, focusing especially on the mutated corpses and the mage Albert.

After the preparations are completed, the Flame Strike ignites the fire. The evil that happened in the mansion will be buried with it!

…

In the forest, looking at the hillock buildings engulfed in flames, the villagers were beating gongs and drums and fetching buckets of water in a vain attempt to extinguish the fire. Victor turned his horse's head and rode south.

After arriving at Vizima, he must first find Angouleme, the person he trusts most, and carry out the mutation process of the Trial of Green Grass without her escort.

Although the results of the legendary alchemy were brilliant, it was also very annoying because of its powerful effect. The young man had to think carefully about how to use it.

…

[Name: Green Herbal Potion of Chaos Roar. The opposite is empty. All kinds of things. The power of God is born. The creation of heaven and earth. Super turbine six-speed transmission. Never release a more powerful version]

[Type: Reconciliation]

[Quality: Legend]

[Characteristics: The effect of iron beating, the completion of an expert, and a sure hit]

[Note: Green grass trial potion. Victor. Corleone use limited. The trial will be successful without interference from external forces. Many unknown and mysterious surprises will be added and it will be compatible with subsequent upgrades. The price is double the physical pain, double the mental pain, and double the mutation time. 】

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