Witcher's Atelier

"Triangular Spire", the hall on the top floor is surrounded by cliffs on three sides. On the surface, the only entrance and exit is the door where everyone is standing. Besides, there are only empty windows.

Geralt took two steps back, put down his sword and tried to explain, but Roche and the blue iron guards who were blinded by anger would not listen to anything. Seeing is more convincing than anything else. They rushed forward to beat him, took out handcuffs and shackles to arrest him.

Fortunately, Roche still had a trace of rationality. He knew that there were many doubts and needed to be investigated and tried. He did not draw his sword to kill, but he did not stop his men from venting their emotions.

In the same chaotic moment, some people firmly believed that the person in front of them was the murderer, but some people did not doubt it for even a second, such as Viscount Victor Corleone. Even if the whole world said that Geralt did it, he was willing to believe in the innocence of the White Wolf.

Confirming that Geralt suffered but was not in danger of life... Victor loosened his hand on the hilt of the sword and noticed that Triss Merigold also quietly dispersed the magic in his hand. They exchanged a look.

Walking inside to the window, Victor, who had been mentally prepared, stared at the big footprints on the windowsill through his extraordinary vision, and the small boat that was only a black spot under the sunset, proving the worst imagination in his mind beforehand.

…

After a few hours of chaos, Victor entered the tent and saw Angouleme. His first and second sentences were, "Temeria is over! Pack up and leave!"

Then the witcher was pushed hard, and the person who followed him into the tent was Keira Metz, "Wick, we need to have a good talk! Angouleme, please give us some space, thank you."

The sorceress emphasized the word "good", and it sounded like she had no intention of "good".

Not intending to participate in the quarrel between men and women, Angouleme stood up speechlessly and went back to her tent to pack up her things. She was in a bad mood now. The sudden death of the king and the arrest of Geralt were both a big blow to her.

Sitting down at the other table, staring deeply at Victor, Keira had never looked at him so seriously before, and looked too closely and even suddenly felt that he was a little strange.

"What happened? We all saw Geralt's confession. He said that the Kingslayer escaped with wings that can glide. If I heard it two years ago, I would say it was a fantasy! But now, I happen to know someone who is good at making that kind of thing!

Besides, you came to Vizima from Toussaint and you were always nervous. I ask you, is Foltest's death related to you? Do you know something?"

Looking at the petite sorceress, the witcher didn't want to lie to her, and she asked so specifically, and she probably had the answer in her mind. Glide wings are not common goods.

"Okay! I admit that I provided a lot of equipment to the other party without knowing it."

"Who is that person?" Keira gritted her teeth.

Victor shook his head, "I can't tell you, he is my friend, I won't betray him, but I will stop him."

"He is the Kingslayer! He killed Foltest!"

Thinking of the empty eyes of Foltest's corpse, Victor's expression was complicated. For the first time, he doubted whether he could change his "fate".

When he hoped to maintain the fate of Temeria and even guessed the goal of the kingslayer, he not only failed to save the king's death, but also played a key logistical role in it.

Could it be that fate is using his hand to realize its will?

"I know, I know what he did, but he is my friend first. Keira, come with me! Temeria is over, I mean it, and the next step is the future realized by "Burning Omen", and Vizima is destined to fall into the sea of ​​fire!"

"Pah!" Keira slapped Victor in the face.

The sorceress was intimidating. "Don't talk nonsense. Temeria will not collapse! Although there will be some confusion in the next regency meeting, everything will get better! Anais and Balsi have the blood of the king. One of them will become the king, and other nobles will not have the luxury of getting involved in the throne!"

...

"After a long quarrel, the two proud people firmly believed that they were right, and neither of them was willing to back down! So in the end, watching Keira's back as she went away, Victor suddenly felt grief. He never thought that breaking up would be so painful. At this moment, when he lost Keira, his heart was broken!"

"…………."

Victor slowly turned his gaze away from Keira's back and moved to the dark corner of the tent, where the worthy Angouleme was squatting. Her thick eyebrows were raised, her eyes were rolling, and she looked innocent.

He exhaled, "Excuse me, lady, how much did you hear?"

She scratched her hair, "Starting from..., I don't want to see you again!"

"Very good, Angouleme, now let me teach you something very important. The so-called real man is to be able to forgive the lies of women!" Victor looked up at the stars while speaking, his chin raised at a 45-degree angle, and he looked so handsome from behind.

Angouleme jumped up from the ground, "There are only two questions. First, I am a woman, I don't need to learn what a real man is, and second, why don't you scold me for adding narration?"

"Forget it this time, you came just right, just right to let my last trace of confusion dissipate!"

Angouleme's nonsense really made Victor happy, and Angouleme's existence was even more proof of the change of fate.

There is no fate that cannot be changed, only people who are not strong enough. The failure of this change was just because the equivalent was not enough. If I were strong enough, I could have a huge impact at will, and naturally the historical track would deviate from the original direction.

"What is our next goal?"

"Wait until midnight, sneak into the castle dungeon, and get your Uncle White Wolf out first!"

...

At midnight in the Lavaretti Castle, near the dripping dark dungeon, Victor and Angouleme changed into dark blue clothes and moved around the guards patrolling with torches.

The reason for wearing dark blue is that it is a new moon tonight. If you wear all black clothes under the dim light, your outline will be more prominent. By the way, dark blue fabric made of natural dyes contains iron, which can prevent poisonous snakes, mosquitoes and other insects from attacking.

However, their lurking action was soon forced to end because they were discovered by another group of experts, the Blue Iron Guards of Temeria, and Weiss and a few others personally blocked them on the road.

It was not difficult to deal with them, but after all, it was difficult to kill them because they knew them. Fortunately, Vernon Roche appeared soon, drove away all the others, and talked to the Phantom Troupe alone.

"Can I know what you two are doing here? Why are you wearing such nice clothes? This color combination has some of the style of the Blue Guards!"

"It's very simple. We are here to get Geralt out. You should know that it can't be him, and he is our friend. I can't let him die here unjustly!"

Hearing Victor's statement, Roche hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement, "Okay! I can let you know some information. According to Geralt, the Kingslayer is a bald giant, and according to the information given to me by the informant, he was with Iorveth in the floating harbor a week ago.

You may not know who this Iorveth is, just know that his commandos are the biggest opponents of the Blue Guards. They like to use our clothes as masks, and of course we do too."

Hearing the description of the bald giant and the name of Iorveth, Victor had no expression on his face, and Angouleme did not react. This girl can hide her emotions in her heart, and she has finally been trained.

The witcher smiled, "Then what do you mean by telling me this?"

"I want to tell you not to worry about Geralt. He has reached an agreement with me and will soon escape from prison quietly. Triss got a ship at the port, and then we will take a few elites to investigate the floating harbor along the north river. There is a lot of space on the ship. Maybe you are interested in joining us?"

Highly efficient, he is indeed capable of getting things done. Victor touched his chin stubble, "I see, your suggestion is very touching, but please forgive me for rejecting it. Although I am also concerned about the whereabouts of the Kingslayer, I cannot go with you. I must go to the Meliteli Temple in Elland first!"

"Well, I look forward to seeing you at the floating harbor." Wrong The commander who passed by turned around again, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot, there is something I think you will be interested in! As far as I know, in addition to Geralt, you also have a friend named Aryan, and after the king's death, this gentleman's situation is not very good. If you want to know more detailed recent situation, I suggest you go in that direction to have a look."

Victor sniffed, "Thank you for your reminder, Roche. I solemnly put you in my friend list. If you encounter great misfortune one day in the future, I will remember today and lend a hand."

"Has anyone ever said that you are hateful?"

"You are not the first, nor the last."

The brigade followed the direction pointed by Roche.

...

Although the dungeon in the dark is not a happy and kind place, Baron Aryan La Valette never thought that one day he would suffer the fate of "ultimate humiliation" in the basement of his own castle.

The nobleman was hung on the iron chain, and there was a disgusting and deformed torturer in front of him, talking to him.

"Hehehe, I've been looking forward to this day since five years ago. Sniff, the smell of the armpit is really intoxicating! The next is the highlight... puff!"

The sword in the back of the head, the obscene expression is frozen, Victor emerged from the darkness, searched for the key to open the iron shackles.

"Dear Aryan, I don't think I heard your thanks? Did you forget because you were too happy? Or are you dissatisfied with being interrupted? By the way, how does your castle select talents? There are such top-notch people?"

"I just want to curse you with all the dirty words I know. Can you tell me, how can you treat each other with courtesy suddenly turn into this treatment?"

Aryan, who was released from the chains, fell into Victor's arms.

"Because Foltest is dead."

"Oh, who did it? What a pity, I wish I could do it myself. Do you know where my mother is? No one hurt her, right?"

"If Foltest were alive, I'm sure she would be comfortable. At least I heard the king's order to the Blue Guards to protect her like a priceless treasure. But now, seeing the sumptuous meal you suffered, I'm worried that my grandfather's reputation will be seriously damaged."

"That bastard actually let her stay with his pack of dogs. He should at least send a baron to protect her!"

"Believe me, this kind of hound is the best! Those lovely nobles are hovering over the corpse like vultures, waiting for an opportunity to snatch your brothers and sisters and compete for Foltest's inheritance."

Aryan failed to answer immediately, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. His injuries from the torture were quite serious...

"Let's think about how to save your life first. Drink this potion and get some sleep!"

"Wait, you know, my reputation is more important than my life. I must... find the people who tortured me just now. They used my fingers to press a guilty confession!"

"Drink the potion and go to sleep. I will take care of the rest." Pour a tube of potion into Arian and let him fall into a drowsy sleep.

This is a new "old Uyghur recipe" made in the misty valley today. It has a relatively mild effect and does not have the original side effects that leave a mark on the soul. It will only make you sleep for eight hours.

…

Leaving Ari'an to rest where he was, Victor soon heard Mary nearby. Louisa. The voice of Baroness Lavaretti.

"Damn it, you are so... ah!"

blow! The sound of a whip.

"Hehehe, madam, I must carry out the order!"

Louisa yelled angrily, "Whose order is this?...Ugh!"

blow! Another crack of the whip.

"That's not important, what's important is what I want you to do!"

"Then..., what is that?"

"Please sign, madam. This document will be used to prove that King Foltest is not the father of your little bastard!"

"Whose could that be? No...you shameful...!"

"Wait, no, no... hiss! Stop, I will sign whatever you want me to sign!"

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the executioner smiled and moved the red iron away from the naked "elder". Then his expression froze and the golden eagle penetrated the back of his head and came out of his mouth.

Angoulin drew his sword with a smile and kicked the executioner down.

"You...you are with Victor...I believe you will not leave me here, you will put me down, right?" Arian's mother asked the girl, her posture was similar to Arian now, Hanged on the rack.

The voice that answered her came from the side, it was Victor's voice, the witcher stood in the corner with his back to her, "There is no doubt, madam, as your son's friends, we will protect you, Arian is nearby, we I will find a way to send you away safely.”

The Baroness felt at ease, and Angoulin used the key to unlock her shackles, helped her get dressed, and finally wrapped herself in a cloak to keep warm.

Victor was looking at two documents in his hand, one of which the executioner had just asked the Baroness to sign, "I, Marie Louisa Lavaretti, acknowledge that Anais and Balsi are The child I gave birth to in an affair with my son Arian*──Signed──”

The other is a confession stamped with a handprint, "I, Ariane La Valetti, admit that Anais and Balsi are the children born to me and my mother, Louisa *Lun. - ─Handprint──”

The witcher took a deep breath, what the noble did was really disgusting...

Louisa walked up to Victor and said, "Thank you for saving my life. Arian has mentioned our friendship with you many times, but I didn't expect you to stand up for yourself in this situation! ... These two documents are...?"

Victor shook his head, snapped his fingers, and the Igni seal ignited the document, burning away all the malice. He then raised his index finger to his lips, and the footsteps of Iron Shoe Kaka were getting closer and closer.

When the iron door was pushed open, it was Nilfgaardian Ambassador Hillard who came in. He was accompanied by six heavily armed soldiers. The wings on both sides of the helmet were shaped like wings. The black sun armor was quite eye-catching in the north.

Seeing Victor and Angouleme, he was surprised but politely caressed his chest and said, "Good night, I'm glad to find someone who has the same idea as me to help the former mistress of this castle──La Vallee. Baroness, you are indeed the champion of the knight competition, Your Excellency Victor!”

The environment in front of her was not suitable for politeness, so Louisa asked: "Your Excellency, Ambassador, we have never had any contact with each other. Please tell us what your purpose is."

Hillard, "Madam, there is no need to be so alert. I am here to help you, or to make you a suggestion?"

Victor didn't know the purpose of this white-haired ambassador with a hooked nose. In short, it was nothing more than soliciting and provoking conspiracies.

"An offer you can't refuse?" the witcher said sarcastically.

"The La Varetti family never considers being associated with Nilfgaard!"

"Madam, Baroness, everything will change. Nothing in this world will not change. Now is the time to adapt to the new order, especially now that the king has passed away. Your family needs protection!"

Something in the white-haired old man's words touched her, and Louisa hesitated, "Anais and Balsi, where are my children?"

Hillard showed a sly smile, "In the upper levels of the castle, they are all safe so far. If you can accept the protection of the empire and tolerate the Nilfgaardians being around you, I can guarantee their and your safety in the future. Of course I don’t expect anything in return.”

"Free things are always the most expensive." Victor gave a final reminder.

Louisa waved her hand, "Mr. Ambassador, your words are contradictory, and your conspiracy will not work on me, but so be it, take me to see my child immediately!"

She turned to the witcher and bowed goodbye, "Victor, I'm sorry I have to think about my children, don't you know?"

Victor shrugged his shoulders, "Don't worry, I believe Ambassador Hillard will make proper arrangements for you. We will see you in the future."

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