Witcher's Atelier

At the southern foot of the Amer Mountains, in the Nasser Province of the Nilfgaardian Empire, there were dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky.

In the stone governor's palace in Lederbruny, the usually spacious and comfortable seats seemed to have become rough and rough today. Governor Falco Atveld sat in the main seat with disgust and impatience on his face, because he Opposite him sat the notorious Viscount Wattier de Riddaux, and behind the Viscount was the "Professor" Hayes who made him even more disgusted. Brendon──a murderer wanted in many countries.

Taking a sip of wine, Falco glanced at the two people in front of him with one eye, "A single woman with brown hair and green eyes? Listen, scavenging hyena! Do you know how many people come in and out of Ledbruni every day? Use your best. Investigate my expertise. When you know, you will know how stupid the question I asked is!

I have nothing to tell you. Now get away with the scum behind you! The sooner the better, get out of my town, there is nothing you want here! "

Rubbing his philtrum with his thumb and forefinger, this was a sign of Viscount Liddox's extreme anger, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about the other party. His Excellency Atveld was not only the governor, but also the chief magistrate of the region, one of the emperor's most trusted governors with real power. .

The rigor of his governance and the harshness of his self-requirements left even the people who hated him the most speechless. Deep down in his heart, the Viscount even respected the other party. Although he did not understand the value of espionage, he was a dedicated fighter for the empire and a loyal law enforcer who was only loyal to Emperor Emhyr.

"Your Excellency, I have no intention of arguing with you, but I think you have some misunderstandings about the scope of the intelligence agency's work. We not only carry out external infiltration work, but also have internal supervision responsibilities. The intelligence agency is the eye of the emperor's rule, so... please... Help us!"

"...Viscount, I don't know what you think, but rule relies not on spies, but on the law! Spy operations that bypass the law can only bring short-term advantages and will not bring long-term victory, even under the emperor I said the same thing in front of His Majesty.”

Frowning slightly, Vatier became a little angry when he mentioned this matter. It was Falco, the bastard, who said this during his work report, which caused the budget of the intelligence department to drop by ten percent this year! So what if there is only a short-term advantage? If you accumulate short-term advantages, you can achieve a brilliant victory!

The atmosphere was tense for a while, and the two were silent for a while.

Finally, Falco let out a long sigh and put down his glass. "Tell me! What else do you want to ask?" His tone was much gentler.

Feeling the change in the Governor's attitude, Viscount Liddox smiled slightly and said, "I would like to ask about the witcher Victor Corleone. It is said that he has done some superficial work locally."

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After a while, Mr. Vatier left the Government Palace with his "Professor", and the pouring rain still did not stop.

Glancing at the professor, Vatier lifted up his cloak, where the epaulettes usually were, "Mr. Brendon, you look like you have something to say?"

The professor wearing round black sunglasses bowed humbly, "Yes, Your Excellency, what I want to say is, this old guy is so rude to you, maybe I can teach him a lesson in private?"

"Pah!" Vatier slapped the professor's sunglasses away with a heavy slap.

"Mr. Hayes Brenden, I will forget that you said such stupid things, but you have to remember not to do it again!" Viscount Liddox said leisurely.

With red palm prints on his face, the "Professor" bowed motionless.

"Go now! Take your men and sneak into Toussaint to find Cantarella for me - Cassia Van Canting. The lack of any trace of Ledbruni is enough to prove that she is hiding in Toussaint. Senter, find her and get rid of her! Kill everyone who is with her."

"So, sir, what about the witcher Victor?"

"The witcher's matter has nothing to do with you. Don't provoke him unless necessary. I have other plans. But if he comes to you, I won't forbid you to fight back.

On the premise of completing the task, I allow you to use all means! Of course I must remind you that just like those voluntary 'Knights Errant', you are just a group of 'wandering criminals' passing by. If you fail or are exposed, the official will not acknowledge your existence, and the Empire has never sent intelligence Personnel enter Toussaint. "

"Professor" Hayes. Brendon whispered, "Your will!" Then he backed away.

Watching the professor go away, the Viscount shook his head slightly. Apart from political reasons, there was another reason why he did not go to Toussaint in person - intelligence personnel entering Toussaint were prone to accidents.

And what is often an accident is not an accident!

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When someone refuses something harshly, he or she often enthusiastically embraces it soon after. This phenomenon is what we call "really delicious!"

──Excerpted from "The Nature of Man" by Sabines. Ignis

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The Principality of Toussaint. Ten days ago, a whirlwind started blowing in the capital, Beauclair, because an alchemist came to this land.

To be honest, most people's attitude at the beginning was to wait and see and refuse. But not long after, when the first crab eater appeared─Palmerin. Knight Raunfar, with a layer of short gray hair, appeared behind the palace.

──It smells so good!

The owner of the Pheasant Garden Inn was extremely happy because nobles kept coming to meet "Victor of Keldro", and sometimes the alchemist was out and sometimes he was receiving others, so the nobles naturally spent a lot of time waiting.

It must be emphasized that they all admired the first knight of Skellige as a model of character and came here to get to know him, not to buy medicine.

Just like now, another noble who failed in vain accepted his suggestion and sat down to order food. Since they couldn't meet each other, they should eat before leaving, maybe just in time to wait until the alchemist comes back.

The alchemist and his entourage, whom the pheasant owner was obsessed with, were on their way to the lower town (Rathomore). Their goal was to go to the "Book Bag Tavern" to find a Mr. Charles Lanzono.

It is said that in the cemetery in Xiacheng District, there has been constant noise in the middle of the night lately - wailing, yelling and fighting, driving people around crazy. However, when it comes to paying for it, no one in the residents' committee is willing to take responsibility.

So Mr. Charles put out a notice asking anyone who had a solution to the problem, and he was willing to pay with his own money.

With light steps, the Phantom Troupe walked into the Book Bag Tavern. Angoulan looked around, then pointed upstairs. When they got to the second floor, she pointed to a middle-aged man in the corner who was wearing expensive clothes, but with sunken eyes and a dejected appearance.

This is the effect of eagle eye vision. Within her thirty-yard field, the body of the decadent middle-aged man Mr. Charles Lanzono is surrounded by a white glow that represents the source of the information. It is so distinctive that it cannot be hidden.

Patting Angouleme on the shoulder and letting her go downstairs to order something to eat and drink first, Victor stepped towards the client.

In the past ten days, Eagle Vision and the five extraordinary senses have joined forces. Angouleme's Eagle Vision has made everyone's good intentions and ill intentions clear and clear. The built-in function of finding information sources, coupled with Victor's extraordinary five senses' evidence-gathering skills, has made it possible. The daily commissions in the city are completely thunderous!

For example, when an old woman's cat was lost, Victor sniffed it, chased it through four blocks, and caught the abductor, a six-year-old girl. Another example is a jewelry theft case. As soon as Angouleme arrived at the scene and introduced himself, he pulled Victor aside and prompted the client to shine a red light. Most likely, it was the thief shouting to catch the thief, and then of course the case was solved quickly.

In short, after this period of accumulation, not only the Alchemy Workshop, but also the Phantom Troupe has gained a reputation in Beauclair.

Sitting opposite Mr. Charles, the witcher's mutated eyes and double swords directly boosted the client's confidence.

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At noon the next day, Victor felt refreshed and sat in front of Mr. Charles again. "I have finished my work. The cemetery should remain quiet from now on."

"Phew, thank you for your help. I can sleep in my own bed again. The Book Bag Tavern has been unbearably noisy recently. The snoring of the customers is just like a pig's snoring!" Charles held the witcher's hand, full of joy. He asked gratefully, "Tell me, what is causing trouble in the cemetery? Is it a scary ghoul or other monster?"

Victor was a little surprised at the other party's enthusiasm. As expected of Toussaint, he actually dared to hold the witcher's hand, "...None of them... I didn't expect that your custom would be buried with part of your property at the beginning, so I was forced to eradicate it first. A group of tomb robbers.

I originally thought that the problem would be solved, but when the noise persisted in the middle of the night, I discovered that it was actually a couple quarreling. Mrs. Corentin, who had just been buried, reunited with her husband and couldn't help but have a heated exchange of opinions on many past events! "

"Hiss! Is it a demon spirit? The one holding a sword and a lantern and sticking out a long tongue?" Charles exclaimed.

Victor smiled and denied, "No! It's just an ordinary ghost. It looks almost the same as before in life. I helped Mr. Corentin change his residence. They were both very satisfied and agreed to keep quiet from now on."

"That's it? Oh my god! They make more noise than mating skunks. I have some money here to compensate you. I'm sorry to take up your time for such a trivial matter."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to serve you."

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The extra reward of just five florins is nothing in itself. The point is the respectful attitude of the client, which makes the witcher feel good.

So he and Angouleme wandered back to the upper town. When they passed the Place de Loliville, they saw a familiar exhibition board. Victor, who had awakened the memory of the prophet, decided to take her in to visit and announce a prophecy.

At the door soliciting customers, the artist in a feathered hat was shouting, "Come and see! A bronze statue of the great Reginald Dobre! His power favors all men of Beauclair! All it takes is a small sum of money." Visiting fee!”

Originally, he had no interest in art exhibitions, but when he heard such shouts, Angouleme's two caterpillar-like thick eyebrows were raised, and he suddenly felt that this "favor" would be very interesting.

However, when she visited it in person, she was disappointed. It was just a huge bronze statue - a man wearing a helmet and holding a sword in his right hand, without any clothes. Although the muscles were strong, there was nothing special about it.

"Wick, what's the point of a mere statue of a fruit man? What kind of favor can it provide?"

"Ahem, madam, this is no ordinary statue." Before Victor could speak, a voice from the side explained first. It was the artist who had just been advertised at the door. He led people in for a tour. , happened to hear Angouleme complain.

He bowed slightly and said, "Let me introduce to you that this statue is the only one that is made from Lord Reginald's genitals and has been certified by an authoritative authority! It is guaranteed to be genuine and you can get unparalleled aphrodisiac effects by touching it!" Of course, you have to buy a ticket to be effective.”

Upon hearing this introduction, Angoulin blinked and said nothing. Seeing that she had nothing to say, the artist was satisfied and then turned to mass publicity.

"Legend has it that the Beauclair Castle was renovated by Reginald and architect Pharamon!

Reginald also took great pains to design countless secret escape routes for lovers who might be caught in bed. He often used them himself, but not because he was afraid, but to avoid killing his opponents in a duel when he had no choice!

He was not only a great lover, but also a skilled swordsman, and his skills in the harp and other organs were unmatched."

As the artist was advertising, Angouleme leaned over to Victor, "You called me to say there was something fun, and that's it?"

Victor Duo explained cheerfully, "Prophecy! I see that in the near future, there will be a sixty-year-old man who covets the powerful penis of the statue and castrates it cleanly with a wire saw, taking away Reginald's treasure bag!"

"Puff!" Imagine the scene of the huge statue being castrated in front of him, and it was done by a sixty-year-old man, Angouleme burst into laughter, "What's next?"

"The sixty-year-old man proved that Reginald's treasure bag is really magical. He came with his neighbor three times in one morning! He fully practiced what the prophet Lebioda said: love your neighbor." Victor made a face when he said the last part.

Angouleme rolled his eyes in response, "Your prediction is quite unserious. The scene is actually following the treasure bag? What happened next?"

The witcher switched back to a compassionate tone, "If someone catches the sixty-year-old man, takes back Reginald's treasure bag, and welds it back to the statue, then the world will be peaceful. But if no one solves the case, the old man will die of a stroke in a week!"

"Died on his neighbor!?"

"No! On his neighbor's sister."

".Tsk tsk tsk... What a great sixty-year-old man." Touching his smooth chin, Angouleme sighed.

Victor laughed, "I think so too." This mission was too funny, and the neighbor exposed his nipples during the process, which left a deep impression on him.

...

The sun set, and the two walked out of the art exhibition and strolled back to the Chiyuan Hotel.

"Wick, you've been busy for so many days. Tomorrow is the 'Barrel Festival'. Have you saved enough money?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. We just want to make a fuss to avoid people thinking that the huge wealth comes from unknown sources. After the festival tomorrow, we will go to a vineyard, hire a few housekeepers, and start to try the life of a landlord."

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