Witcher's Atelier

It was almost midnight, and no new patients had been sent in for a while. In front of the temporary hospital, Angouleme sat on the steps, nodding and dozing off.

None of the other guards wanted to disturb her. Instead, they all lowered their voices consciously, because she was a woman who could fight a hundred people alone.

When they arrived in the afternoon, no one was not shocked by the sea of ​​blood and corpses at the scene, and the name of Angouleme Corleone, the golden eagle of the Phantom Troupe, was imprinted in everyone's mind.

And behind her was another stronger one, who was said to be the leader of the Phantom Troupe. His face alone scared away hundreds of elite Squirrel Party members. These deeds made the guards feel at ease. As long as they were on guard against the zombie dogs that jumped out of nowhere and the headhunter Lika, they could spend the night safely.

Unfortunately, reality does not change because of human thoughts. A staggering shadow was approaching, making everyone alert.

When they were about 30 yards away, Angouleme opened her eyes and suddenly jumped up. "Uncle, is that you? How did you end up here?!"

The person who came was Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf. He didn't look injured, but his condition couldn't be said to be intact, at least his armor was tattered.

"Angouleme!?" Geralt was also surprised to meet the girl here. He was just passing by the hospital and wanted to come here to rest for a while when he saw the light.

...

Take Geralt to her room on the second floor of the temporary hospital, and get some food and water. Angouleme wanted to interrogate her dear uncle and ask where he had been since they separated.

After a while,

Angouleme leaned against the table and held his chin with one hand, "...I see, when the riot broke out in the city, you and Triss went to destroy the base of the Salamanders and thwart their conspiracy! Where is Triss? Why isn't she with you?"

Putting down the water cup, Geralt shook his head, "The operation was a success but also a failure. Although we destroyed another base of theirs, Aza and the professor still escaped! As for Triss, King Foltest seemed to have an urgent summons, so she was teleported to the palace first."

Angouleme broke the bread into two pieces and handed half to the witcher, "So what do you want to do next, uncle? If nothing else, stay in the hospital! I think you need to have a good rest.

Now it's so chaotic outside, the Knights and the guerrillas are fighting everywhere in the city, and there are those messy zombie dogs and Lika.

If you don't want to be involved, staying in the hospital is a good choice. There are only a small number of rioters, and there won't be a large number of squirrel party coming."

After thinking about it, the white wolf nodded, and after eating, he found a corner in the room and sat in meditation to rest.

Angouleme cleaned up the table with a smile.

…

The underground tomb built with stone bricks seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The air in some of the tombs was turbid, so Victor put on a fox-shaped mask that was originally used to defend against "demon dust".

The witcher took every step carefully and walked lightly. If possible, he hoped to find the vampire bird first. Even if he could only observe it for a short period of time, he could get more information.

Unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is very skinny. The encounter between people is often so unexpected, just like a song says, at the next intersection, I suddenly saw her with a beautiful smile.

Looking at each other across the tomb, Victor admitted that Geralt's description was very appropriate, but if he were to explain it, he would say that if the werewolf's beastification was doubled, the teeth were more prominent and sharper, the body was adjusted to be fat and strong, and the long red hair was added, then she would be it.

The vampire bird obviously had no intention of appreciating the appearance of the witcher. She stepped on the ground with four legs and crossed the distance barrier in three or two steps, and pounced on the midnight snack tonight like a wolf.

With her palm facing outward and her middle finger slightly bent, Victor's Alder Seal burst out, just like pounced on a wall, and she was directly knocked back.

She fell to the ground with a bang, and she quickly turned over and landed on all fours again. Although she was not injured, the impact caused pain, and it evoked some memories in her, so she began to observe her prey carefully.

Confronting the vampire bird, Victor waved the silver sword in front of him, intimidating the monster with strong wind and silver light, and setting up a new plan at the same time.

Although there were sarcophagi in the previous tombs that were checked, they were obviously not the one she lived in. The method of removing the curse that Geralt told Verelard was partially correct but not accurate. Perhaps the white wolf was more obscure for some reason at that time, just like Victor did not tell the truth.

He always knew the correct answer. The book said that as long as the demon bird stayed outside her sarcophagus before the three cocks crowed in the morning, the spell would end. This was the usual way to deal with the vampire demon bird.

But now the sarcophagus has not been found and the battle has already begun. If he still insists on not killing her, he will have to play with her until dawn and finally stop her from entering the coffin when the cock crows.

A long battle is a great test for both the body and the mind. If you make a mistake, you may die. I really don't want to use it.

If I hurt her, will she run back?

With this thought in mind, Victor decided to try hand-to-hand combat. He put his left hand into the herbal bag to wrap the "God Fist Bandage", sheathed the sword and changed to his right hand to wrap it.

The silver light threat disappeared, and the demon bird, who had been eager to try, immediately pounced again!

"Vos-Lo-Da!!!"

The long-awaited dragon roared, and the power was added in the closed environment, which made the monster, whose physique was much stronger than the bear, dizzy.

He dodged to the side, aimed at the right thigh of the vampire bird, and punched hard with his fists wrapped in cloth like rain.

He didn't dare to hit her rashly, fearing that he would hit her to death if he hit her too hard. Although the demon bird looked muscular and stronger than a werewolf, it was not a werewolf after all and was not known for its strong recovery ability.

It would be better to deprive her of her running speed first, so that it would be much easier to fight or walk.

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[Name: God Fist Bandage]

[Type: Clothing]

[Quality: Epic]

[Defense: Weak]

[Feature: Potential Awakening]

[Enchantment: None]

[Law: Victor Limited, the power of boxing slightly penetrates muscle fat]

[Note: Melee! A man's favorite! ]

…

At midnight, the owl cried, and outside the heavy iron gate of the demon bird tomb, Verelard and Roderick sat by the campfire and waited silently, surrounded by more than 20 knights wearing lily emblems.

In terms of command power, half of the people present were directly under Mayor Verelard, and the other half were temporarily under the command of Captain Roderick after Yada transformed.

Suddenly breaking the silence, Lily Knight asked: "Mayor, do you think Victor will succeed?"

Villerad rubbed his chin, "I observed on the way here. Although he has just mutated, he looks confident. I think he will succeed, just like Geralt of Rivia fourteen years ago, who brought our little princess back!"

"Indeed, exactly as I thought." Roderick picked up the firewood and threw it into the fire.

"But the question he asked me evoked my memory, reminding me of the explanation left by the witcher after lifting the curse. Perhaps..."

Just then, the sound of a dog barking came through the wind, shrill and fierce. Everyone immediately thought of the zombie dog that has become famous in the past two days, and the headhunter Lika in the dark!

"Prepare for battle!" Roderick shouted loudly.

...

Through the iron gate, Victor in the tomb knew nothing about what happened outside the tomb. If he knew, he would only gloat over the disaster. Who asked them to lock the door, and he is very busy now.

The vampire bird, whose right leg was hit by a series of blows, lost its speed of running like the wind, but it was still very fast but not difficult to dodge. When the witcher hit her right claw with punch after punch, she suddenly let out a whine and turned to flee deep into the tomb.

Seeing this, Victor snorted in dissatisfaction. He originally planned to break her three limbs, but he didn't expect the monster to notice the bad news so quickly.

However, her escape was in line with his wishes. As long as he could find her sarcophagus by following the trail, the initiative would be in his hands.

He took out the energy soup to replenish his physical strength, and listened with his extraordinary five senses, but he didn't hear the roar of the vampire bird.

The thumb and pinky were bent inward, and the Quen seal was activated. The witcher was surrounded by a magic shield, and he stepped out of the tomb where he had just fought fiercely.

The next second, he was knocked to the ground. It turned out that the demon bird was waiting in a blind spot for a sneak attack, and the Quen shield torn by the claws bought him this second.

"Alder!" The strong telekinetic wave hit directly, knocking the monster into the wall.

Victor bounced up from the ground and took a fighting stance.

The blood-sucking bird that failed in the sneak attack bared its teeth and roared, then turned around and fled deeper.

Loosening his neck, the witcher pinched out the Quen seal again. Although the effect of this seal was not strong and could not be compared with the magic armor of the wizard, it could resist as much as it could. Just like if there was no Quen just now, he could only pray that she attacked the part covered by leather armor, otherwise he would definitely be injured.

However, whether this cunning hunting mentality belongs to the bird or to Yada, Victor, who graduated from the Department of Philosophy, thinks it is worth discussing. Maybe he can ask her opinion after he gets it done.

With his extraordinary vision open, the Sharingan saw countless footprints in the passage. The witcher focused on the clearest one and moved forward step by step.

Such careful tracking ensured that it was difficult for the monster to sneak attack again, but unexpectedly, she did not try to sneak attack again.

Finally, when the boy chased her to the depths of the tomb, he saw her crying in front of a gorgeous stone coffin... This description is quite weird, but that's roughly what it means.

Seeing the witcher, the demon bird did not pounce on him immediately. This development was somewhat unexpected. Could it be that Yada's consciousness still remained and she could be negotiated?

Thinking of this, Victor did it as soon as he said it. He bent his ring finger and formed the "Axis Seal", staring at her red animal eyes, and the blue reincarnation eyes rotated.

The next second, the furious vampire demon bird flew over, proving that both short-term mind control and animal appeasement had completely failed.

"Alder!" Blast the monster away again, Victor stepped forward and punched until she escaped from the room for a short time because of the pain and disappeared.

Jumping into the sarcophagus, the witcher closed the coffin lid and then sealed the coffin lid with the Seal of Arden.

The magic power shining with purple light spread along the sarcophagus and completely sealed the gap.

He knocked on the four walls of the sarcophagus again to confirm its solidity. So far, with the wisdom of the predecessors, it is only a matter of time before the curse is lifted.

Taking out the music box alarm clock to set the time to wake up, Victor decided to have a good sleep. He had not rested for two consecutive days, and he felt that he was getting irritable.

Then, let's go for the "Hero's Certificate"!

...

No words were spoken all night. Before dawn, in front of the temporary hospital, Angouleme said goodbye to Geralt, and the witcher was going to the Vizima Palace to find Triss.

The girl looked serious, "Uncle, be careful on the road. Although the trade zone is relatively calm, you still have to pay attention to safety! Although Victor always says not to worry about you!"

Geralt didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand to ruffle the girl's hair, expressing his gratitude for being close to her.

At this moment, "Cough cough cough!" The witcher coughed. Although he had meditated for a night, his injuries did not seem to be fully healed.

Thinking of something, Angoulin suddenly said, "Uncle, wait, wait for me here. I think of a great jar of medicine that can ensure you regain your energy and get back to your best condition! Don't leave!"

After saying that, she ran into the hospital without looking back.

Geralt could vaguely hear the girl's movements. She ran directly to the room on the second floor and knocked on the door to find Dr. Shani.

Then not long after, Angoulin came out with a smile on his face and handed a jar of blue potion into the hand of the white wolf.

"Uncle, you are really lucky. This is a potion specially refined by Wick. It can slightly heal injuries and greatly restore physical strength. The effect is very good!"

Looking at the potion in his hand, Geralt said in a low voice, "Do you really want to give me something with such a good effect? ​​Isn't this what Victor left for you specially?"

Angoulan shook his head quickly, "No, Shani and I will not use this potion because it has a very bad side effect that I haven't told you yet..."

Geralt raised his eyebrows curiously.

"If you drink it, you will have diarrhea, which will be very serious, but don't be afraid. It just eliminates the accumulated waste in the body. According to the senior sister, it will scrape your colon clean, so the weight will be slightly more!"

At the end of the story, the girl was obviously a little shy and turned her head away from the white wolf.

Geralt shook his head and said calmly: "Haha, if that's the case, Angouleme, you are thinking too much. The witcher's body is unusual and has strong resistance to various medicines. If only A side effect that would cause diarrhea to an ordinary person would have almost no effect on a witcher!"

But as someone who has tried it personally, Angoulin knows how powerful it is, so she said seriously: "Uncle, don't believe it, this thing is really scary! It's overbearing! It doesn't care whether you are a witcher or not! I told you to pull it until nothing is left!"

Look at her serious look, Bai Lang. Geralt of Rivia laughed, "To be honest, after a hundred years, I have almost forgotten what it feels like to have diarrhea. If it can really be done, maybe I will still feel fresh!"

The girl sighed faintly: "Okay! Uncle, if you don't believe it, just drink it now. I'll go back to the room first, and I won't stay here anymore."

After saying this, Angouleme ran back to the hospital without looking back, as if a monster was chasing her.

Thanks for subscribing! Thank you for your monthly votes and recommendation votes! Thanks to book friend Xihai Scallop and book friend 160814150335732 for the reward and encouragement. I wasn’t very satisfied with yesterday’s chapter, so I needed to revamp it a bit.