Witcher's Atelier

When Victor was wandering in the south, several sorceresses in the north happened to discuss him, through telescope transmission, familiar video conferencing, and routine competition.

The crystals on the tops of the three brass pillars form a triangular array, transforming into a mirage and talking face to face with people in the distance.

There are five people attending this meeting today. They are the "Jewel of Tritog's Court" Philippa. Erhardt; Kadwen royal adviser Sheer. Germany. Tanshavier; Grand Duchess of the Valley of Flowers Francesca "Daisy of the Valley". Findaby; Toussaint "The Honorable Lady" Fringilla. Wei Ge; and Keira, the Temerian royal advisor. Metz.

The one who was speaking was the Kaedwen royal advisor, Sile. Ms. Tansavier was still wearing black velvet clothes and pearl jewelry today. The background was a staid laboratory, "...Victor Corleone, he is both Skellige and Skellige." A knight who has met Radovid and Foltest successively, he is also a demon hunter with a very good reputation.

If he appears in front of Demavi, neither the king nor his guards will be too wary. Coupled with the magical support I give, after considering many options, he has the highest probability of success and is the best choice to carry out this action. ! "

Philippa, who has black hair and brown eyes. Erhard crossed his arms and shook his head, "I agree with your opinion, but I'm afraid it's not that simple. I've met that young man. He seems very easy-going, but deep down he has a strong opinion. I don't think he will Comply with our demands.”

Fringilla of the Principality of Toussaint. Wei Ge continued in a soft tone: "I just met that child not long ago. I agree with Philippa. He is not a fool. He is very vigilant. It is almost impossible to take advantage of him."

Xi'er smiled coldly, "As long as I can see him, he will not reject me. Two ladies, no one can reject me without paying a price. If any of you doubt this, I have the right to feel offended. !”

Pursing her lips, Keira. Metz did not speak to refute, but she knew that Victor would never agree to Xi Er's request, and anyone who dared to threaten him would definitely try to kill the witcher. But there was no need to tell the truth now, which would only create a strong enemy for Victor. She planned to find an opportunity to warn him privately to be careful.

Today, Fringilla is wearing hunting attire, only decorated with discs inlaid with aquamarine, and the background looks like she is in a palace bedroom.

She waved her hand, "No offense. But I'm sorry that I can't provide support. I'm in the Golden Tower City. Dear Emhyr Emres called me over. And Victor left the manor a month ago and is in the principality. Wandering around without a fixed address, no one knows where he is now!”

Xi'er was stunned. She originally thought that the situation was 100% certain, but she didn't expect these changes.

"I know where he is, he was in my tent before, and we spent two weeks together..." Kayla thought to herself, "He will get up early every day, fry half-boiled eggs and slightly burnt bacon for me, and eat After breakfast, we studied mutations together, and then we made love.

During lunch time, the red wine beef stew he made was really good. After dinner, he would ask some questions that he didn’t understand, and then we would have sex.

I usually continue to have sex in the evening, and occasionally I will go for a walk by the river or watch the moon on the grass, and then go back to have sex... Tsk! I get angry just thinking about it, where did he learn those dirty tricks──"

"──Keira, are you able to find him? Didn't you get to know each other in Vizima before? Didn't he fall under your sway?" Xi'er's question interrupted her reverie about having sex.

The little blond man rubbed his nose, "It's a pity! I have no personal relationship with him. And let me state my position. Although I support your plan to found a country, there are parts I don't like--except for that idiot Demavi III. ! Please don’t expect a positive response from me, especially if Francesca is involved.”

Xi'er's face changed, and Xi'er opened her mouth to yell, but Philippa spoke first to calm her cheeks, "It doesn't matter, I can understand your thoughts. The pain of breaking a leg and the dead people are indeed not easy to forget, but we all "Looking forward, you have to understand that she is our sister now."

The reason why Keira hates Francesca is because of the "Sunide Island Incident" that split the warlock community a few years ago. At that time, Francesca and Keira belonged to different camps in the south and north respectively.

The warlocks who turned to Nilfgaard and the warlocks who were traditionally loyal to the northern countries tried to eliminate each other's influence. However, both sides suffered losses, causing the Warlock Council to fall apart.

And by virtue of betraying the warlock group and later the Verihed Brigade, Francesca. Findabei won the favor of Emperor Emhyr and rewarded her with the land of Flower Valley, allowing "Daisy of the Valley" to rebuild the Elf Principality.

Keira can understand, but she doesn’t like her approach, it’s too cold!

Of course, Philippa did not completely believe Francesca, but political animals have no eternal enemies, only eternal interests! Considering that her territory of Flower Valley was taken by Emperor Emhyr from Demavi III, the death of King Aedirn was completely in the interests of the elves.

The former Tritog Palace Pearl was located in a cave dwelling. This type of structure usually appears in dwarf settlements built against mountains. Although it is an underground cave, the high ceiling does not appear oppressive. If Victor saw it, he would recognize it as the design of "Fergen" city at a glance.

Philippa shook her index finger, "I believe there is no need to explain. Keira, you also know very well that in this matter, we need the assistance of the local elves in 'Aden', and Francesca's information is absolutely necessary!

And Francesca, I want to thank you for the arrangement. The future lord of Vergen City. 'Saskia the Dragon Slayer' is indeed a very interesting person, and I would be happy to assist her in establishing a country. "

"Valley Daisy" Francesca bowed slightly in return.

When Philippa was putting order in order, Xi'er's anger also dissipated a lot. She calmed down and continued: "Forget it, since we can't find Victor Corleone, we have to settle for the next best thing and use backup candidates. "

Francesca clapped her palms twice and said, "As expected of the rigorous Sile Tansavier, I hope to know the details of your preparations. Demavi is a king after all, and there are countless protective measures around him. I believe there are many I can help adjust the details.”

"Of course, but since there are people here who are not actively involved, I think for the sake of confidentiality, maybe we can find another time to talk about this matter." Xi'er glanced at Keira as she spoke.

The blond sorceress frowned and looked at Philippa. Erhart, "Fei, since someone here doesn't welcome me, I'll leave first. I'm sorry about Redania, but I believe you will definitely succeed in Vergen. When you need personal help, you can Know how to find me."

Finished, Keira. Metz simply cut off the telescope's transmission.

Shrugging your shoulders, Xi'er. Tanshavier said: "Since those who stood by and left took the initiative, let us continue the discussion! The candidates I prepared are the three demon hunters I met in Aden..."

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The meeting of the sorceresses continued, while on the other side in the Temerian palace, Keira, who turned off the communication, thought for a moment that since Xi Er could not find Victor, this matter had little to do with her.

But thanks to that "love-starved old woman", when I think of that little bastard, it feels like there is a feather gently tickling my heart, and I feel a little itchy!

…

At the same time in the far south, my nose suddenly felt a little itchy, the witcher Victor. Corleone sneezed several times, which was reasonably suspected to be caused by the thick dust in the room.

Roberta Forest. The ruins of Drostamara Manor, even in a sunny place like the Principality of Toussaint, there are corners that cannot be illuminated, and this abandoned manor is obviously that.

After wiping off the dust on the windowpane, you can see that the ghost dog is still patrolling back and forth nearby. This kind of monster, which is abundant in the suburbs of Vizima, is the embodiment of curse or malice. Wherever it appears, it means that there must be evil happening in the local area.

Considering that there were so many of them, it would be troublesome to kill them, and the materials obtained were of little value. Victor simply took a detour and sneaked directly into the main house of the manor to investigate the lair of the "spoon-stealing monster".

Although it was daytime, the fog was filled with darkness. The witcher drank a can of cat's eye potion and activated his extraordinary vision to detect clues.

There are spoons hanging everywhere in the house. The materials are divided into wooden spoons, iron spoons, silver spoons and gold spoons. The various spoons can also be distinguished by size and price by patterns. This monster is indeed a spoon collector. .

Entering the restaurant, there are strange words written on the wall, "No one will share the table with you, your spoon cannot satisfy you, and never want to see your reflection in the mirror."

When you get close to these words, you can feel the joyful vibrations of the Magic Wolf Faction emblem, which means that the words are cursed.

Stepping lightly and observing the distribution of dust, Victor followed the handprints on the fireplace and found a defaced diary with the name "Marlene Drostamara" on the cover.

After reading the contents of the diary, the summary is that one day a beggar came to the manor to beg. After being rejected, he cursed. Soon after, she discovered that hair began to grow on her chest. From asking for help in private to finally despairing, she watched the process of turning into a monster.

At this point, Victor is basically sure that there is not much deviation between the reality and the memory of the previous life. After reading the second half, it feels even more sad to feel that she gradually loses her ability to think and writes words with her fragmented consciousness.

…

I couldn't think, and writing was getting harder and harder.

lonely. no family…

Eat, I want to eat. Without a good spoon, the soup pool is empty.

No, I can eat it, but it hurts...

Mirror, lie, don't.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

…

The three paragraphs written on the wall were obviously a curse on the victim, Miss Marlene. Based on her symptoms, the prophet Victor clearly understood the correct way to break the curse, which should be explained like this.

"'No one will share the table with you' - no one wants to dine with her who has become a monster - find someone who is willing to share the table with her.

'Your spoon doesn't satisfy you' - you can't eat with a spoon - she can't use the spoon during meals.

"Never expect to see your reflection in the mirror" - her appearance cannot be reflected in the mirror - but she does not use a spoon to drink soup, picks up the soup plate and drinks it, just enough to see herself reflected in the soup plate. "

In other words, as long as you find Marlene, take the initiative to eat with her, and drink the soup from the plate instead of using a spoon, you can break her curse.

The witcher, who was confident in his heart, followed the dust footprints to the kitchen, and his extraordinary five senses confirmed that the monster──Miss Marlene was not here.

Sure enough, the only thing left on the stove was her big pot. She walked leisurely to the pot and looked at what was cooking inside.

Suddenly, Victor felt nauseous and found that he had made a big mistake! He unconsciously ignored the most fundamental point of lifting the curse, which was to drink a bowl of soup with her...

The problem is that this bowl of soup... is not so delicious. You should know that the monster that Miss Marlene turned into is a "striped demon" - a close relative of the ghoul.

This pot of green, sticky, unknown substance is mostly her saliva. The stench is just the basic element. There must be many unexplained substances. Take a bite, full of unspeakable mysterious surprises.

Although with the perfect witcher physique, he will definitely not die after drinking it. Most of the cheeks will be hot, and the worst is the immortal body tattoo face, but drinking this kind of thing is really challenging the psychological limit.

Victor hesitated whether to turn around and leave, pretending that he had never been here. At most, he would go back to inform Master Geralt and pay him to go on a business trip to Toussaint to drink this bowl of thick soup?

In the hesitation, the "bang bang" footsteps approached quickly. Looking around, there was no place to hide, and the witcher had no choice but to face the monster.

She looked like a skeleton, with pale pupils, sharp fangs and zombie claws, and she was wearing a tattered linen shroud. To be honest, the spotted demon that Miss Marlene had turned into was really unflattering. It was the kind that would give you nightmares! She couldn't even see herself in the mirror. Maybe it was the mercy of the person who cast the spell! ?

The spotted demon entered the kitchen and found that someone was not afraid at all and stood calmly next to the pot. Instead, she was shocked and took several steps back, roaring and waving her claws tentatively.

There was no fear, only pity.

With a sigh, he picked up two soup plates from the side and put them next to the pot. The witcher pointed at the big pot, then carefully walked around the demon's position, sat on the dining table in her sight, picked up a spoon and gestured with it in his hand.

She tilted her head and stared at the person at the table for a while. She made a strange sound in her throat, picked up the soup spoon and filled a plate of dark green thick soup, and slowly handed it to the other person.

After confirming that Victor took the soup and put it in front of him, the spotted demon quickly filled a plate for himself, and then jumped to the table to prepare for dinner.

Seeing the dark green stench in the soup, the hand holding the spoon trembled violently. Although he was overwhelmed with sympathy just now and sat at the table in a fit of rage, would it be more painful than death to drink this bowl of soup? Just use Alder to knock her down and run away?

The struggle between self and nature, time passed by second by second. Seeing the impatient roar of the spotted demon, he suddenly realized... This bowl of soup is hot! ?

In an instant, Victor's mental power suddenly rose, and the shining consciousness was more brilliant than the golden sun. He put the spoon into the soup and stirred it, and the incredible alchemy-"Battle Alchemy" was activated!

This is a sublimation beyond the self, the alchemist Victor. For the first time, Corleone performed a highly consuming battle alchemy without the red eyes, and through high control, he completely restrained the colorful light, with almost no signs of leakage.

With a satisfied smile, he shook the spoon left and right, then let it fall on the table. Victor picked up the soup plate to demonstrate, and drank the pure water without any impurities in one breath, 100% of the qutuou.

Without the ability to think, the spotted demon followed suit, also threw away the spoon, picked up the soup plate and drank the dark green thick soup.

Finally, after drinking it, Miss Marlene saw herself again through the bottom of the soup plate. The three conditions of the curse were reversed, she screamed shrilly, threw away the soup plate and rolled on the ground, and at the same time, the witcher's wolf badge was also shaking violently, echoing the magical aftermath of the curse being lifted.

Not long after, Victor took out a cloak from the herb bag and covered the disheveled Miss Marlene. Although she was very thin, old and weak, she was still a lady. Do not look at her without permission!