Witcher's Atelier

The cold icy rain patted my face randomly, and the warm tears mixed with the cold rain.

Calm down, I have to think calmly... What should I do at this time?

"Two...three...five..."

I need to calm down... Counting "prime numbers" always calms me down...

"Seven...eleven...thirteen...seventeen..."

"Prime numbers" are lonely numbers that can only be divided by one and themselves... These numbers have always given me great courage...

"Nineteen...twenty-three...twenty-nine...thirty-one...thirty-seven..."

…Wait a minute… I don’t seem to have this character setting! ?

But does it calm down?

Then add this habit in the future.

…

The feeling of guilt lasted about a minute, Victor. Corleone jumped up from the ground like a carp. Counting "Prime Numbers" calmed Corleone and gave Victor great courage!

After moving her chin to make sure it was not crooked, the princess picked up Servik and walked on the muddy steps to Robin Dan to find a resident who could take care of the elves.

…

At the same time, the blue-clad iron guards in Fugang gathered in the commander's office.

Compared with the last time, the map of the whole territory of Pontar was still spread out on the table, but the atmosphere between the two people at the table was far less friendly than last time.

Facing Geralt's sharp gaze, Vernon Roche turned his head to avoid it.

"Give me an explanation! You agreed to let me go alone to find Iorveth. Why did you let Dandelion trick Zoltan, and then lead people to block the ruins of Kamavi...

Do you know that if you hadn't jumped out, the King Slayer would have lost the trust of the Scoia'tael at that time. As long as the conditions are right, maybe the elf will hand over the Thunderso Five-flowered Band to me.

Just because you rushed out to fight, the King Slayer kidnapped Triss and escaped! "

After being accused by Bai Lang, and thinking of Iorveth's humiliation and Victor's behavior, Roche grabbed a stack of documents and slapped the table on the table and became furious!

"You have no right to accuse me! I am doing my duty. It is my duty to hunt down the criminal Iorveth and the king-slayer Letso. For this reason, I try my best to do my best. Why do you interfere with my actions!

And this is also for your safety. If I weren't worried about your death at the hands of the elves, I wouldn't have to deal with you! Instead, it was your fellow junior brother Victor who prevented me from arresting Iorveth. This is Chi Guoguo's betrayal!

Listen up! I can't stop Loredo's men from reporting back. Now a reward has been posted in the floating port, and Victor is wanted in this city! And when the report in my hand is sent to Vizima, there will be no place for him in all of Temeria!

And the reason I haven't done it yet is just because..." Roche did not continue, but picked up the paperweight on the table and threw it into the corner.

The White Wolf knew the meaning of the Iron Guard in Blue. Victor was a knight of Skellige and a Viscount of Toussaint. He was a nobleman who joined the ruling class and was selected to accompany him.

He had countless better opportunities that day, and there was no need to wait until the monastery before taking action. If he didn't step forward to slay the dragon, Foltest who was trapped on the bridge would be in danger.

A brief review can tell that Victor's various weird "escort operations" on the day the king was killed indicate that he may have partial knowledge in advance, and on the other hand prove that he is by no means a member of the king-killing group.

There was silence in the room.

…

The roars of humans and the sounds of non-humans wailing for mercy were heard outside the window. Geralt and Roche frowned at the same time.

"Are Loredo crazy? Let humans riot and attack non-humans! Is this still Temeria? If you weren't sitting right in front of me, I would have thought this was Kaedwen or Aedirn."

Vernon Roche punched the table, "It seems that the information I got is very likely to be true. It is said that this smasher learned that the king had died and was planning to dedicate the land of Floating Harbor to Henry of Kaedwen. Seth!”

"...If it's Henselt, then everything makes sense. Everyone knows that the bandit plans to wipe out all non-human races in Kaedwen. If you want to join him, of course Loredo won't mind 'purifying' it first."

After saying that, Geralt suddenly remembered Xier who appeared in the mansion before talking to Loredo last time. Tanshavier, perhaps the sorceress was communicating with the garrison commander about the conditions for surrender.

Roche lit his pipe, leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief, "Weiss is taking people to receive information. We will soon know what the hell Bernard Lorenzo is doing!"

…

While White Wolf was communicating with Lan Tiewei, they were in front of the pass in Fugang Town.

The young man wrapped in a cloak had a smile on his face and his pupils shone, "Yaxi!

Grandson, your grandpa is here. Give me your wallet and forget that I was here. "

The guard holding the spear stared straight in his eyes, "Ah...it turns out to be my dear grandpa, grandson. I miss you so much. This is my wallet!"

The young man took the gold coin and tore off the new reward posted next to Iorveth as he passed through the door.

"Wanted Order"

"The evil witcher Victor Corleone collaborated with the Scoia'tael to brutally kill the kingdom's loyal soldiers. If someone can arrest him or provide proof of the person's death, the commander of Floating Harbor Town, Bernard. Loredo will give you a rich reward."

To be honest, this sketch is so crude that the appearance is indistinguishable. Even the eyes are drawn as cat eyes. The clarity can be said to be minus 1080. Only four knife marks are meaningful. But even those four knife marks had been erased with concealer on the way here.

When they sent the elves back to Robin Dan to recuperate from their injuries, they saw countless inhuman races escaping from the village. As they were just recovering from their shock, the looks they looked at the witcher were anything but friendly.

If the person Princess Victor was hugging was not Sedek, the spiritual leader of the Robindan Aboriginal people, someone she knew quickly stepped forward to protect her, and maybe someone would come forward to question her.

And now, he knew why the inhumans were fleeing.

Walking to the Gallows Square in the floating port, the eyes were full of hanged elves, and several bloody dwarves were lying on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, prisoners who are "repaired" in this way often have to endure more than three days of long torture before they can be relieved from this indescribable pain.

At this time, another elf was pushed down from the second floor not far away. Then the mob swarmed in, trampled and beat him, vividly showing Victor how the scene in front of him was created.

The fists clenched under the cloak, no life should end up like this.

After turning the corner, three gangsters with blood splattered on their bodies stopped in front of the witcher. The bald man said with a sinister expression on his face, "Hey! Temade, lift up your cloak and let us see if you have pointed ears!"

Wuyan pushed down his hood, Victor's face was cold, and the depths of his Nine Magatama Sharingan eyes were faintly red. This appearance and round ears suddenly dispelled all the tyranny of the gangsters. They took a few steps back in fright, and turned around to look for him. a victim.

"A damn massacre, these idiots are all crazy! They are killing innocent people! But what can I do? I can't seem to do anything... Draw your sword and fight from the east to the west of the city? After the Butcher of Novigrad What's the difference between me and these turtles?"

With questions in his heart, Victor stopped in front of Lame Sam's Inn. He heard a familiar voice yelling at him. That was Dandelion's voice!

"Stop! Dmitri, you are trying to kill innocent people!"

"Get out of the way! Don't forget who is killing our compatriots in the forest? All inhuman races deserve to die!"

"Bang!" Victor kicked open the door, took off his cloak and walked into the hotel.

Liu Xiangzang had a stern look on his face, Udvik was heavily armored, and he carried two swords behind his back. With such an untouchable character, the hotel lobby suddenly became much quieter.

Staring at the bald and toothy leader with an ugly face, the witcher approached the bard step by step. The name "Dmitri" brought back certain memories, and he vaguely remembered that he was the villain who was pardoned by the benevolent Roledo.

Now this guy is wearing ordinary people's clothes, standing in the front row and shouting, but with the bright and sharp sword on his waist, he doesn't look like an ordinary person.

Seeing clearly that the people Dandelion was protecting were a ragged elf couple, Victor turned to face the crowd, "Dear kind people, please go back to your homes, otherwise you will be attacked by the witcher's sword!" "

"No! They killed my son! Damn the elves! I want them to pay with blood!" The guy who should be Dmitri shouted loudly, and the four or five villagers holding weapons behind him were also eager to try.

Lazy nonsense, "Zheng!" A stream of autumn water was clear, and the king's guardian was unsheathed.

Victor pointed his sword pointedly, "If you want to live to have another son, you'd better calm down. What do you think?"

Staring into those blood-red eyes, a drop of cold sweat slid down his nose. Dmitri was sure that the guy in front of him was ready to kill violently, but he was unarmed and the people behind him were just ordinary people.

He raised his hands and backed away slowly, "You will be punished one day, freak! The elf bastards think you are lucky, but sooner or later...!"

Seeing that Demetri finally took the people away, the elf couple stepped forward and kissed Victor's hand to express their gratitude, and then hurriedly escaped through the back door.

There was a brief moment of calm. The bard was still dressed elegantly today, with the feathers on his hat rising to the sky. He and the witcher had a tacit agreement to find a table nearby and sit down, drinking beer from the empty hotel as they pleased.

Victor raised his glass and said, "To your health!"

Dandelion made a twisted grimace, "At this bad time, you... OK! ... I respect your health!"

Champion of Vizima, the best choice for gathering friends.

"How does the door to hell open?" He licked the foam from his upper lip.

Pulling out a silk scarf and wiping his mouth, "I don't have any evidence, but I bet it's Lorendo. Those in power will always find ways to cover up their mistakes and failures, and the mob is always looking for fun, whether it's joyful or bloody."

"There has to be an excuse?"

"This town will never be the same again. The age of hatred has arrived. They said it was to avenge the fallen soldiers who followed Roche, but those soldiers were just hooligans invited by Rowledo, and no one would miss them at all.

'Spontaneous riots', fuck them... Loredo stayed out of it and let his thugs incite the mob. I saw a lot of bad guys in civilian clothes standing in the front, but you can't find any right. Lots of unfavorable evidence. "

"The guards didn't try to maintain order?"

"Why are they doing this? The Scoia'tael killed their comrades, and Loredo didn't give any orders. Especially the villain named Dmitri. I saw him with my own eyes on Tilaye...oh...those people brute!"

Victor raised his eyebrows, "Who is Tilaye?"

"My love, my elf love," a sad female voice came from the side. It was Mrs. Margot from the Technical School. Her cheeks were flushed. "Don't look at me with strange eyes. I am disgusted with men. It should be easy to understand if you like women..."

She walked to the bar and stuffed several bottles of spirits into her arms, "They killed Tilaye. Yesterday they pampered her, drank and had fun with her, and said how beautiful she was... Today, five people came, and they were full of them. The body is covered with blood, but when the killing comes, ghosts roar and scream..."

She murmured and returned to the basement with the bottle in her arms. She closed the door leading to the technical court and locked the door. It was obvious that the business was closed today.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Victor took a sharp breath, "Dandelion, there is something I want to tell you. The reason why Roche's pursuit failed this time..."

The bard simply cut off, "I know. When Weiss came to me to get information just now, she told me the details.

One thing I didn't tell you was that out of some sense of patriotism and proper compensation, I accepted Roche's employment as an informant. Yes, Vernon. Roche. Hey, are you trying to humiliate me with this expression of incredible disdain? "

"Exactly, I think you are rigorous enough to screw up every secret operation! Hahahahaha!"

This sudden news was so funny that Victor couldn't help but laugh, because Dandelion, who was rough and talkative, was completely different from the rigorous and meticulous spy.

"Fuck you! Laugh all you want, at least I decided to do something constructive!"

“Believe me, the only constructive thing you can do is write more beautiful poetry.”

"But one cannot make a living just by singing poetry. In fact, I am a citizen of this world. I have never been a servant of Emperor Emhyr. I have caused no harm."

"Whatever. I'm sure you'll be a spy for a while, then you'll get bored, and then you'll quit. You're the loser."

Dandelion punched Victor on the shoulder angrily, his fist weak and weak.

Putting away his smile, the witcher pinched the bridge of his nose, "So what do you think?"

The bard looked innocent, "What do you think...what do you think of your actions?"

Victor nodded gloomily.

Taking off his hat, Dandelion clasped his hands in front of his face, "I don't have any opinion. You are my friend, Roche is just my boss. In fact, I am about to resign. I can't continue to work for him, because there seems to be a conflict between my friends and my boss." contradiction.

As for all the evil consequences in front of you, my friend, don't take responsibility casually, after all, no one can see through the future.

If you want to take responsibility, I must also apologize to you. If I hadn’t been worried about Geralt’s accident and told Roche about the ‘Ruins of Kamavi’ that Zoltan accidentally revealed, perhaps none of this would have happened.

You won't be embarrassed or rioted, so will you blame me for this? "

Understanding the poet's meaning, Victor crossed his arms and pondered for half a minute before opening his eyes.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. My embarrassment is purely due to a combination of circumstances and everyone's position.

As for the riots and massacres... 'When there is an avalanche, every snowflake actually has a responsibility. ’ I refuse to pay for the crimes committed by these turtle sons!

Does the person who created the figurines have no descendants? They will eventually bring it upon themselves!

By the way, where is Zoltan now? "

Seeing that the witcher became refreshed, the bard smiled so handsomely, "When the riot first started, he left the town and ran into the forest."

Victor took out a bag of krona from the herbal bag and stuffed it into Dandelion's hand, "Very good, then you'd better leave quickly. Believe me, the bloodshed in the floating port has just begun. If something like this happens, I Orpheus will never remain silent!"

…

As the bard left through Lame Sam's back door, across from the hotel, the door to the Blue Guard's office was pushed open.

Glancing at Geralt, who was bowing his head in thought, Weiss walked up to the commander, "Loledo still refuses to meet us. He sent a message claiming that the chaos in front of him was a 'spontaneous riot' and that he could do nothing about it."

Roche smashed the pipe directly to the ground, "Damn it! This guy is treating us like monkeys! Since he wants to play like this, I will make him regret it."

Ignoring the chief's anger, Weiss shrugged and continued, "Loledo and Kaedwin reached an agreement. The merchant who just moved into his house is most likely Henselt's emissary."

White wolf. Geralt raised his head suddenly, "What are you going to do?"

"I will catch the spy and force him to reveal the information. Then I will sentence Commander Roledo to death."

"I thought you were going to rush to Aedirn to hunt down the kingslayer?"

Vernon Roche folded his hands on the table and stared at Geralt with bright eyes, "The responsibilities of the Blue Guard include maintaining the stability of the kingdom, and I will not go anywhere until Roledo is dealt with.

That spy probably knows the information about the King Slayer... Don't rush to shake your head in denial yet! If you know that Henselt has gathered a large army and is marching towards Aedirn, with the aim of Vergen, you will not wonder why I think so.

According to who benefits the most and who is the most suspicious, it is most likely that Henselt of Kaedwen is behind all this. He first marched towards the Pontal Valley, which had lost the control of Demarvi, and now reached out to the floating port, which had lost its king.

White Wolf, right now you and I are here, on our way to the Pontal Valley. The ownership of the 'Floating Port' can affect the fate of the kingdom. I need your help! "

Geralt of Rivia covered his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by Roche's request. No matter how racist Roche was, he was still a garrison appointed by King Foltest. Attacking officials violated his policy of not getting involved in politics. Bottom line.

The Blue Guards and the Witcher were either expecting or struggling, and no one noticed the adjutant standing by, who had been hesitant to speak several times since the beginning.

In fact, Vess had something else to report, but Roche and Geralt's verbal battle had gone all the way, and it would only cause complications if she said it now.

Staring at the map of Pontar Valley on the desk, she hesitated for a moment, left the office and decided to solve it privately.

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