Witcher's Atelier

The cicadas chirped in the summer night, and the river gurgled. Suddenly, a dark figure jumped down from the tree, "You idiot, your deeds must have been exposed again, can't you grow a little bit more?"

This cold and venomous style belongs to Serrit. With the turban on, his upper body looks a bit like a ninja, but his lower body is wearing slim-fitting leather pants.

"Nonsense! It has nothing to do with me, okay? Wick has turned into a witcher, and you are in big trouble if you don't even feel it!" A second black shadow emerged from behind the tree, and Oakes, wearing a medieval assassin's hood, said Tuberculosis remains cheerful.

"What's interesting is that little Angouleme was alert earlier than our dear Victor! This improvement is even more exaggerated than that of the witcher. She knew nothing about our tracking last year from beginning to end." The shadow of the giant rock appeared behind it , a tall and majestic bald man with a cross scar on his head, is indeed the "Leso of Guleta"!

Putting down the stirring stick, Victor was in a great mood, took a few steps forward, hugged the three of them one by one, and led them to the fire.

In Victor's heart, these witchers of the Viper School are all good friends, the kind who don't meet often but can be confided in their confidants.

Last year, when they were fighting against a vampire woman in the sewers, they showed up in time to provide help. Afterwards, they had a banquet by Lake Vizima, and after some drunken bragging, heart-to-heart discussions, and fun in the cemetery, the few of them established a very good friendship.

Furthermore, the energy soup recipe that Reso selflessly shared before leaving is now a commonly used drink, and Victor always misses it.

And Angouleme calmly helped arrange seats and provided food and drinks, which further proved that the "friendship" had not deteriorated.

We meet again after a long absence. This time, rich man Victor is the host. Of course, it won’t be as shabby as last time with only grilled fish. Wild boar legs and beef ribs go straight to the grill. The Vizima champion goes first, followed by pepper vodka!

"Oh! My God, your eyes are so special. I've never seen anything weird before!"

"Shut up! Doesn't the roasted pork leg taste delicious? No one will think you are mute if you plug your mouth!"

"Wick, don't worry about the sequelae of the Green Grass Trial, he is good at talking nonsense!"

"It's okay, I'm sure he's jealous of my contact lenses!"

"Tch! I don't need to be jealous. Look at those deep golden cat eyes. Lilian, who longs for thighs, likes them. She says her whole body gets hot every time she sees them!"

"You idiot, you actually take business terms seriously?"

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

The air was full of joy. Four witchers and an expert in banquets drank and ate meat. When they were full and drunk, they began to brag and tell stories about their bravery and bravery. In this regard, witchers are no different from ordinary men. .

However, the difference from last time is that it was mainly Victor who spoke, and Angouleme added, because the experiences they had in the past year were indeed extraordinary.

Especially the story that took place in the Skellige Islands. Although Victor told it very implicitly and tried to omit the incredible power of alchemy, even if it is a castrated version of "Journey to the Dragon", the snake sect witcher is so knowledgeable. People all admit that the ups and downs of the case are surprising.

On the banks of the Yaruga River, snakes and wolves played, and they drank until dawn.

…

The next morning, when Angouleme was still sleeping soundly in the tent, all the witchers were already awake. Seret and Oaks went to the jungle for activities, while Reso solemnly invited Victor to the Yaruga River. Bin talk.

The serious look of the big man made the young man become serious too, so the two of them walked to the riverside. The surrounding area was empty and there was no danger of being overheard.

Stopping, Victor stretched, "What's going on, Leisuo, what do you want to say to me?"

Leisuo turned around and stared at Victor with his snake eyes, clearly seeing the calmness in his eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth, and the slight relaxation of his granite face.

"Brother Wick, I have a difficult thing to ask of you. Originally, you were not the first choice, but since we met here by chance, I thought you might be willing to help."

Bending down to pick up a pebble, Victor threw it towards the center of the river.

Lei Suo's voice was deep and thick, "The honeycomb and the dancing star you gave us last time later shined in a certain conflict, which fully proved your superb production skills. In our Viper School, there is a kind of thing that has been lost. The long-lasting special bomb, it's called "North Wind", I hope you can help me reproduce it!"

When Victor heard this name, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated because he remembered it deeply. "North Wind" is a very useful "freezing bomb" in the game, which can unconditionally freeze all monsters within a certain range.

The alchemist has long wanted to make such a prop. The "liquid nitrogen freezing" effect would certainly not be so terrifying in a real environment, but there should always be a prototype.

It's a pity that after two years in the world of demon hunting, the classics of the Wolf School did not find this thing. The major libraries had never heard of it, and they never thought that it was the secret of the Viper School! ?

Thinking of adding another weapon to Bomb Superman, the enthusiastic and craftsman-minded Victor took Leisuo's hand without hesitation and said, "I do!"

Their eyes met, only one ring was missing, and both of them thought of the reappearance of the proposal scene...

As if nothing had happened, Victor let go of Leisuo's hand, "I mean I am willing to help reproduce the lost bomb 'North Wind'!"

"I understand, thank you Batman. And I'm sorry that you don't meet my taste. I won't marry you." Lei Suo's face was as calm as a mountain as he said dirty words. "There are also some props. It’s the *** you used before, and ***, I would like to trouble you to make a few copies, of course, we will pay for it!”

"Is it a matter of money?" After hearing the request, Victor rolled his eyes at Lei Suo. Victor spread his hands and shook his head. "Based on our friendship, why are you so serious and asking me to be alone? It's not a difficult situation.

That's it?

What's the problem? "Victor's Atelier" is happy to serve you. "

…

The first and most important rule of selling bombs is to never get injured by the product you are selling.

──Sapiens. Ignis (Archaic: Sapiens ignis)

…

On the same day, in the far south, the capital of the Nilfgaardian Empire, the majestic city located on the banks of the Alba River - the "City of Golden Towers" glowed brightly in the sunset.

After bowing and exiting the audience room, Viscount Vatier de Riddaux, in the awed eyes of his attendants, lifted his epaulettes and walked away.

Today is a really good day. As the Emperor's loyal hunting dog, Mr. Liddox is now very happy to be praised and recognized by His Majesty for his hard work.

"The sword is just one of the many tools at the ruler's disposal, Vatier, your services are worth every penny!"

Although this latent destruction of Temeria was not fully successful, the emperor liked the hand-drawn picture "Burning Vizima" very much. Although he could not get back the production method of "mutated monsters", as long as other countries No, then Nilfgaard's sword is still the sharpest.

But when he thought about the subsequent development, Vatier frowned. Foltest was actually willing to marry Bai Zhiyada to Radovid V and form a marriage alliance. Do they have their own plans or real intentions? Reconciliation requires more manpower to investigate.

Next, it’s about Victor. Corleone, the brother of Skellige who is rumored to be recognized by "Ciri", Duvaqin of Skellige, somehow got involved in this incident, and what he did, even if it complied with the rules of the witcher, had an impact on the entire plan. Cause catastrophic damage.

It can be said that without Victor, there would not have been the rescue of White Yada, and without White Yada's identification, Roderick might not have been damaged, let alone the marriage alliance between Temeria and Redania.

In addition, the method of making mutant monsters that was supposed to be obtained was also lost due to Aza's death. Although it is not certain who did it, according to the professor, it was either him or Geralt.

When it comes to Geralt, it will be connected to "The Burning Omen". By now, all the prerequisites of The Burning Omen should be met, so will Ciri really reappear?

Thinking of His Majesty the Emperor's ambiguous reaction after reading the report just now, Vatier sighed, the great Emhyr. Emres may only have this weakness, his daughter Siliya.

Walking to the atrium, according to the schedule, the Viscount was supposed to review documents for a few more hours, but now he was in a generally happy mood, so he decided to reward himself a little.

Yes, he thought, for the gods' sake I deserve it, and the work can be taken care of tomorrow anyway. I'm going to find "Cantarella" and relax next to the lovely Cantarella.

The Viscount, who had made up his mind, did not hesitate and changed direction. Instead of returning to the office, he walked through the garden and left the palace.

…

Cassia Van Canting, a girl nicknamed "Cantarella" who lives in the trading area of ​​Nilfgaard City, is a nineteen-year-old female college student. Due to the hobby of her sponsor, Viscount Lidaux, she recently changed her golden Her hair was dyed brown, and her emerald green pupils were hazy and mysterious.

In the room, lying on the bed with pillows, Viscount Vatier de Lidoux played with Cassia Van Canting's fingers, "Ah, it's still so comfortable. Thank you for your service. Where did I just say it?" Already?

Oh, yes, I didn’t know until I received the follow-up report. Our Duvaqin, do you have any impression of the false prophet in Skellige last time? This time he got involved again. Who did he think he was, a prince from the East?

He actually went to an abandoned ancient tomb and rescued Yada’s bitch. If he hadn’t disrupted the situation, my gains from this work would have been at least several times greater! Sweetheart, do you think he is annoying? "

Without answering, Cantarella left the bed and casually walked to the wine cabinet.

Because Viscount Liddox does not need her answers, she only needs massage and listening, providing a relaxed environment where the patron can speak freely and say what he wants.

On the other hand, if she showed interest, answered rashly, or offered advice, Mr. Vatier would soon lose his favor with her and seriously consider sinking her to the bottom of the Alba River.

And for some reason, a year later, her business is still limited to massage, giving massages to Vatier--that's still the case to this day.

However, Cantarella's skills and methods in massage, combined with her passion and focus, are enough to ensure that users get the ultimate enjoyment.

"In our line of work, accidents are always inevitable. Usually we just need to rule them out," Vatier said in a bitter tone, "But this Duvacin can't do it. He is Skellige's treasure. Use extreme measures on him." The methods must be cautious, and His Majesty the Emperor's attitude is also ambiguous. He only told me to continue to observe! This kind of constant judgment is simply——"

With a dissatisfied snort, Vatier de Lidoux stood up and took the wine glass offered by Cantarella's hands - the glass was filled with Toussaint's Fiorano rose wine.

Although it is not as famous as Dongzhidong, the sweet taste of Fiorano Rose Red is unique and it is considered the Viscount's new favorite.

After taking two sips of wine and putting it aside, Vatier inserted his fingers into Cantarella's brown hair and stroked it gently before speaking again. The girl listened intently.

"Victor Corleone, Dou Waqin," the head of the Imperial Intelligence Department muttered, "'The Burning Omen' is a very cunning verbal trap. Four sentences with no logic or connection, and not even rhyme! But Just because the final result suits people's wishes, it becomes a prophecy that is expected to come true.

I feel more and more that he is a hateful liar. Yes, since I can't attack him directly, maybe I can try to expose his true face from other places, such as those who have connections with him... "

While the viscount was speaking, Cantarella lifted the quilt, untied his nightgown, leaned down and started massaging.

Feeling her soft, hot and smooth fingers touch his body, Vatier breathed out in harmonious anticipation. What a gift he was born with, he thought to himself.

"Did you know? In fact, we have a plan now, a really big plan! The black sun is above, and if everything goes well, the north will fall into complete chaos, allowing Nilfgaard to take whatever it wants!"

Liddox, who was in a good mood after receiving the emperor's praise and felt relaxed physically and mentally, unknowingly revealed something that should not be said, a secret that really must be buried in the dark.

Behind the Viscount, Cassia Van Canting slowly and skillfully used her massage talent. The corners of Kasia Van Canting's mouth turned up. She had a premonition that she would learn a new "secret"!

As the eyeliner placed by the imperial sorceress Ashley V. Anahim next to Vatier, every word and every piece of information that the Viscount told her during the massage sessions over the past year or so was like that. Kasiya would repeat every word to the sorceress accurately afterwards.

But there has never been a moment when Vatier's words made her tremble from the depths of her soul like now!

"Cantarella, do you believe that *** can be ***?"

For people in the Middle Ages, there was no doubt that this topic was shocking. Even if Kasia was expecting to hear the secret, her steady hands could not help but tremble slightly, and Viscount Liddox felt it immediately.

Suddenly realizing what he was saying, Vatierho sat up and stared at Cantarella fiercely, as if he wanted to chew her up and devour her.

The female college student showed just the right amount of ignorance and fear, "Yes...I'm sorry, those two words together are too scary..."

The Viscount took a deep breath, feeling that maybe he was being suspicious, but he was no longer in the mood to enjoy the massage. Rejecting Cantarella's advances, he got out of bed and got dressed.

"Don't worry about it. I just thought of something very important. I have to do it now. I'll see you again in a few days." Before leaving, Viscount Vatier de Riddaux comforted the overwhelmed man with gentle words. The female college student then turned around and left without looking back.

He has made up his mind to go back and send someone to deal with Cantarella. She has heard too much in the past year. This matter is very important and must be done now.

Kasiya, who leaned against the door and watched Watir go away with tenderness, closed the door and immediately pulled out the packed luggage from under the bed, lit the curtains and sheets with candlelight, then got into the secret passage and started to escape.

She knew very well that what she heard was not only a secret, but also a "fatal secret". If she didn't leave, she would definitely die here.

That night, a fire broke out in the "City of Golden Towers" trading area.

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