Witcher's Atelier

Late at night──La. Varetti Castle.

After bringing the scarred Arrian to his mother, Ambassador Hillard immediately sent someone to carry the baron to a comfortable place for treatment. After Louisa hugged Angouleme and Victor, she followed the black man with the flying wing helmet. The wearer leaves.

Seeing the dust settle, the white-haired Hillard beamed, "Viscount Corleone, thank you for your help. In this sad moment, amid the ugly conspiracy, there are knights like you who shine with the brilliance of humanity. Yours I have definitely seen the virtues!”

In the dark castle dungeon, with its dark people and things, Victor stared into the ambassador's eyes, "To be honest, I thought you were happy to see Temeria fall into chaos. At such a sensitive moment, the ambassador's appearance here is shocking. Can’t help but generate a lot of associations!”

"Mr. Victor, I think you have some misunderstandings about me. I am a pacifist myself, and a stable and harmonious north is in the interest of Nilfgaard. No one wants this kind of thing to happen. This is No emperor would forgive such a provocation to the sacred monarchy!”

"Perhaps, but as far as I know, regicide is a tradition in Nilfgaard, and very few emperors have a good death, such as the previous emperor Fergus. I don't think it is right for our own emperors. A country that can be so cruel would have no hesitation in murdering another king!”

"Honorable Viscount, I cannot pretend that I have not heard the hints in your words, but based on my personal respect for you, I am willing to forgive them as random thoughts about a sad accident.

I can't deny that in the south...when they disagree, the Nilfgaardians sometimes take more drastic actions to express their opinions, but because of this, in order to maintain a stable rule, the empire has never encouraged this behavior. Please put this point of view Include it in your thinking. "

I really envy the many predecessors of time-travelers! You can easily see vicious, cunning or malicious looks on other people's faces. When the white-haired old man was narrating, Victor was watching him the whole time, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything. This M-shaped bald man with small eyes and a hooked nose looked quite sincere when he spoke.

In the cold weather of late winter, the witcher spoke calmly, "Then, Ambassador, please allow me to resign. Although it's okay to be discovered, there is no need for Angouleme and I to be around here."

The dungeon was dark, and the ambassador's voice was unhurried, "Anyway, it's nice to see you. Finally, can I ask why, why did you come to the north? I remember that in Toussaint, you said you planned to spend your time in the south. Have a wonderful winter.”

Victor closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again, "Maybe...because of fate! Fate wants me to come to the north!"

"Is it fate...?" Maybe it's a matter of environment, Hillard Fitz. Ojestelan's smile looked weird.

They bowed to each other and said goodbye.

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It was getting dim a few days later, and Victor was on a nearby hill, watching the castle of Lavaretti in flames in the oil storage area, and sneered loudly, "Wocao! What a Geralt of Rivia, what a silent promise!" What about the departure of Xi? This scene is really spectacular! "

Using a telescope to confirm that the "White Wolf" appeared on the hurriedly sailing ship, the Phantom Troupe began its journey to Elland.

The two people riding overland passed Hofburg and Dorndale along the way. The ripples of the king's death had not yet disturbed them, and these places seemed calm and peaceful.

The journey has gone smoothly for the past few days, and we will camp in a tent tonight.

"We will probably arrive in Elland tomorrow evening. Are you sure you don't want to follow me to Meriteli Temple? Aunt Nannick will welcome you very much."

Feeding Catherine with shredded meat in his hand, Angouleme shook his head like a drum.

Not all scars need to be faced. Although escaping is shameful, it is useful. Victor does not force her, and smiles and continues to stir the cauldron.

The north wind is blowing outside the tent, the fire is crackling in the tent, and the years are quiet.

"Pah!" The girl suddenly said after slapping her thigh, "...Wick, I've adjusted. Come and tell me what will happen to Temeria after the king dies? And what's going on with the whole thing? what happened?"

During the past few days of travel, considering Angouleme's depressed mood, Victor never mentioned the matter of the "Kingslayer". For her, King Foltest was the first big man to seriously value her abilities, and the recognition of the honorary knight gave her a faint sense of belonging to Temeria.

Now she took the initiative to ask, stirring continuously, and the leader's tone was calm and powerful, "Well...it's better to know in advance, so as to be mentally prepared. In short, Foltest died suddenly, creating a short-term power vacuum. , and Lady Louisa, as a loser in the war, is destined to lose her child.

Therefore, in the impromptu meeting that night, on the surface, Baron Kimbert and Count Maraville were competing for the control of Lavaredi Castle, but in fact they were competing for the control of Anais and Balsi.

Some nobles tried to directly deny the inheritance rights of Anais and her brother through framing, so that the married Yada and her children, or some "noble bloodlines" that have not yet surfaced, would have the opportunity to become the emperor. King Moria.

The current reliable protector of the two children, the real Foltest direct royalist, is probably John who guards the southern defense line. Marshal Natalis! Plaza Natalis is named after him.

No matter Taller, Roche or Keira believe that once Natalis frees up his hands and goes north, the current chaos can be brought to an end, while I think the situation will only get worse and worse, and Temeria will eventually fall into flames... . "

After listening to what Victor said and touching Catherine's feathers, Angoulin remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The alchemist did not bother her thinking, but began to bottle "Dragon Oil". Made with ergot seeds and dog oil as the base, this thing can increase the damage to dragons when applied to the sword. Although there is no record of its use against giant dragons, at least it has been proven effective for dragons other than giant dragons.

Not long after, Angouleme walked up to Victor and sat down beside him. "Then what happened to the 'King Killer'? From what I heard about your quarrel with Keira, Victor, you seem to know who it is." , but we are all working together, why do you know that I don’t? "

"That's because you don't know what the Kingkiller commissioned me to make... Right on the banks of the Yaruga River, he asked me to make frost bombs, Batman replica hang gliders, monk robes to cover the body, and face-modifying ones. mask."

"...on the banks of the Yaruga River!? Wait...could it be that the king-slayer is——"

"-Letho of Guleta! Yes, that's him, our good friend the Snake Witcher. When I heard about the method of assassination of Demavi, I suspected it was him, so I rushed to the monastery.

Unfortunately, it was too late. He disguised himself as a monk using a robe and mask that concealed his figure. He caught Foltest and attacked him when he saw his children lowering their guard. Then he jumped out of the window and escaped with a hang glider.

I saw his footprints on the window sill, it couldn't be anyone else. Although it is unclear whether Serret and Oakes were involved, given the friendship between the Snake Faction, I don’t think anyone would stay out of it. "

"Were they planning...such a serious thing at that time...It's unbelievable, why didn't you tell us?"

He capped the last tube of dragon oil, and the orange potion was shining brightly. "I guess he doesn't want us to get involved. This thing is a cesspool, and whoever touches it will be infamous! Even if you don't report the knowledge, it's a waste." guilty.

In fact, I would not be involved in the first place. If I stayed in Toussaint and did not come to warn the assassins, then even if the hang glider was suspicious, Keira would not question me.

Luckily she didn't tell Roche or Taller, or I would have been really in a little trouble. "

"Then what should we do now? Can we really find the 'King Killer' by rushing to the 'Floating Port'?" After knowing who the murderer was, Angouleme immediately understood Victor's plan - he wanted to stop them from continuing to commit crimes. Try to pull them out of the mire.

When the Phantom Troupe was still unknown, the Snake Demon Hunter was already their friend, helping to eradicate vampire girls in the sewers, and sharing the fitness soup recipe with the teenager.

Leisuo, Seret and Oaks, they don’t expect anything in return when they give. But because of this, the kindness of rescuing people and giving medicine to the poor and humble friends was very important in Victor's heart.

The bottling work came to an end, and Victor also sat cross-legged and shared drinks and food with Angouleme. "There is no doubt that they must be near the floating port, because without my interference, Geralt was ready to go to the floating port. , so there is a 90% chance that Leisuo will be there.”

Patting his stomach, Angoulin burped, "Hey... your reason is so strange. Leader, I have had a doubt before, why do your prophecies or judgments always revolve around uncle?"

The custard cream bread that pops into your mouth is fluffy, light, and sweet. The cream sauce is made with incredible alchemy, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed.

There was no need to hide it from her, and the witcher swallowed the bread, "Because the perspective of all my prophecies and future visions is Geralt of Rivia. Even if you say it, you still won't believe it, but I am willing to say it again. , he is one of the blades of the sword of destiny, and the best and worst things are often related to him."

Angoulin did not reply, but rolled his eyes at Victor. She was too familiar with Geralt and had seen too many daily aspects, and she was simply unable to connect him with such a high-level thing as "destiny".

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What is destiny? Destiny is an endless chain of cause and effect, and everything depends on it for survival. The development of the world itself also follows this principle and cause and effect.

──"Comparative Biographies" Plutarch.

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The next night, on the outskirts of Ireland. At the back of Meritelli Temple, Victor and Sister Nannike were working in the "greenhouse" together.

The coldness of the changing seasons could not invade the warm cave at all. Breathing the sticky and humid air, Victor, who had received permission, hummed a tune and picked "camouflage mushrooms" expertly.

"One mushroom blah blah~ two mushrooms blah blah~ three mushrooms... Huh? Why can't you pull them out?"

Only two people in the world of demon hunting know that this inconspicuous rock-like preserved mushroom can, through complicated special processes, produce the most popular magical potion in today's aristocratic circles - "The Strongest Megatron"!

Although the real name of the potion is only "Megatron", users all believe that the addition of the three words "Mighty" truly deserves the name.

After confirming again that the temperature and humidity of the soil are suitable for the reproduction of "grey-headed mushroom" spores, the high priest of the temple smiled kindly and said, "Thank you, son. I didn't expect that you could still think of grandma after being away for so long. The hallucinatory mushroom is considered extinct. ──I like this gift very much.”

Victor waved his hand, "No... this is what I should do. I was indebted to you for taking care of me back then, and I'm glad to be able to repay you. But please be sure to pay attention to the things I reminded you!"

"Haha, thank you for your advice. It's a pity that Foltest died. Although he couldn't control his lower body, he was still a qualified ruler. As for the possibility you mentioned, don't worry. Even if Nilfgaard breaks through Temeria, it will never attack the Temple of Meliteli. There is no conflict between Black Sun and Meliteli. Maybe you recognize this ornament?"

Reaching into the tool bag he carried with him, the high priest took out a triangular hollow pendant cast in gold, which was engraved with a star surrounded by flames.

"Nilfgaard Merchant Association!?" The witcher blurted out in surprise.

The Merchant Association is the most influential organization in the Southern Empire. It is an organic combination of the aristocratic collective and commercial interests. Emperor Emhyr. Enreis must respect it. Ambassador Hillard is one of its members.

The nanny threw the ornament to the young man, "Take it! Maybe it will come in handy someday. Don't be polite. I have several more!"

"You...how did you get this thing?" Victor took the pendant in his hand and observed it curiously.

Nenneke smiled like an old naughty boy, "Don't you know, kid, that the best-selling product in the eight provinces of Nilfgaard is 'Mighty Megatron', who is invincible!"

"......"

Blinking his eyes, the witcher was speechless. He didn't expect that he was still dozens of kilometers away from the "Mighty" after fighting for his life and death and practicing swordsmanship. The aphrodisiac potion he accidentally made has already stood at the finish line and boasted of "Mighty"!

Could it be that Emperor Emhyr is also using the temple products! ?

If he gets a son in his old age because of this, and Ciri, who is drifting somewhere, is no longer so rare, can he be regarded as changing the "fate" of the empire?

If you plant flowers with care, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows without care, they will grow into shades... With Megatron, what else do you need a bicycle?

The young man shook his head and put the sun pendant into the herbal bag, "Thank you, Ms. Nenneke, thank you for your concern and care for me."

The high priest slapped him on the shoulder, "Why call me madam? I told you to call me madam. Are you embarrassed after not calling me that for a long time?"

To show his closeness, Victor chose to express it with actions, hugging Madam Nenneke.

The next morning, promising to bring Geralt to see her soon, the witcher said goodbye to the high priest and left the Temple of Meliteli along the avenue of poplar trees.

After meeting with Angouleme at the Blue Water Lake, they continued their journey to the floating port.

The next day, when the horses approached the floating port forest and saw the familiar environment, Catherine in the air neighed.

Thinking back then, when the Phantom Troupe was just starting out, they had been guests here for a while by chance, and had a considerable degree of contact with "Iorveth", the soul of the Squirrel Party.

Although it cannot be said that they have established a deep relationship, just like the relationship with Yawen, at least they will not deliberately murder each other, and in this chaotic and dark world, not murdering each other is precious.

Stopping not far from the forest, the witcher dismounted and took out two warm felt hats, each with a squirrel tail decoration on the side. He gave one to Angouleme and put one on himself, then led the horse into the forest.

Victor planned to throw a straight ball and go straight to Iorveth without beating around the bush, asking him to take him to negotiate with the "King Killer".

Although the current situation is still chaotic and unclear, and it is unclear what will happen next, the memory of the previous life provides Reso's distant future - being wanted by the whole country of Nilfgaard!

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