Witcher's Atelier

After finishing the work on the second floor, Victor walked to the third floor.

His footsteps landed lightly on the stairs, and the traces of the dragging just now remained on the wooden board. Walking on this bloody road, he has never been as sure as he is now that he is upholding justice.

If the heaven does not punish, if the law cannot punish, then let me do it, "do justice for the heaven"!

Stopping at the door of the room, the extraordinary five senses have already fed back the situation inside to his mind so that he has a rough idea.

Quietly pushing it open, in front of him, a quarter of the size of a basketball court, there are more than 20 dazzling brackets and beds, clamping women into various humiliating and shameful appearances.

In the room, six men are enjoying themselves, and along the winding bloody road, you can lead to the innermost man. From the side, you can see the blood on his chest, and Weiss is tied to the window at the end.

So this is the amusement park attached to the floating harbor garrison?

If it is voluntary, it’s okay, the problem is to look at the unconscious Weiss, and the scene just seen in the cellar──

──, I’m sorry for being born a human!

…

She was assigned to kneel, so she lowered her head and knelt on the bed with a bracket.

When the person behind her suddenly stopped moving, a large amount of warm liquid splashed all over her back. Although she couldn't see what was happening behind her, and her mouth blocked by the ball gag couldn't make any sound, the liquid dripping from her neck to her cheeks was bright red, and the strong smell of blood in her nose suddenly gave her hope again.

…

He was a little deformed, with a big head and a thin body. The blood on his chest was because he was just having fun and couldn't help but cut the woman's throat with a knife when he was about to come, just like when he was a thief.

This throat-cutting action is like a praying mantis, except that the female mantis cuts the male mantis's head, and it is for survival and reproduction, unlike him for perverted fun.

He will always remember the first time he saw the mantis mating process, which is a bit obscene...but he actually * *.

As he bumped into it, he felt that he was coming again, and he had an impulse to take a knife, but he knew he couldn't do it again.

Every month, Loreto would recruit two new prostitutes. Occasionally, he could be forgiven for killing one of them, but if he killed too many and reduced other people's choices, he would be punished.

But at this moment, a warm liquid suddenly sprayed on his back. He instinctively thought it was a teasing by other partners, so he pulled it out and turned around to argue.

What he saw was that the five men who had enjoyed themselves with him were dead on the ground, and there was also the cold iron face in front of him. He wanted to scream loudly at the moment, but a hand firmly grasped his neck and lifted him up high.

"It's you... It's you, there's no mistake, look at your ugly appearance, my extraordinary five senses tell me... It's you! You deserve to die!" Victor Corleone's mouth corners rose with joy.

He struggled desperately in fear, knocking on the other's gauntlet, trying to get the other to let him down.

However, all these were useless. He watched the witcher put his other hand in front of his face, with his index finger slightly bent, "Igni"!

The raging flames sprayed, and after a few seconds

Sniff... Whether they were zombies, blindfolded, or drowsy, the women suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue, and the screams of men who were strangled in their throats, which was completely different from usual.

After a while, Victor let go of his hand, and with a "bang", the freshly baked high-end imitation Ghost Rider knelt on the ground and then fell to the ground.

Refreshed! He was not in a hurry to let go of these women. Saving people must also be efficient and methodical. Moreover, people's hearts are unpredictable. He didn't know how many of these people were forced or mentally ill.

"Wait a moment, I will save you, don't make a sound and keep quiet."

Walking to the window, Victor took off his mask, removed Weiss from the upright wheel frame, and then began to slap her face. Seeing that she showed no signs of waking up, he took out menthol and put it on her philtrum.

She struggled slightly, but was still drowsy. It seemed that the garrison had given her a heavy drug.

Usually at this time, there is a kiss from the prince, or artificial respiration, or even breast massage resuscitation method to choose from, but time is tight, Victor chose to give her the modified version of the Golden Oriole directly, the excellent detoxification effect, and the Blue Iron Guard began to shake his head immediately.

Weiss dressed like a technician today, to be honest, it was very pleasing to the eye, but Victor didn't have the heart to appreciate it now.

Seizing the time, in the blind spot of her sight, he took out a full set of leather armor and matching shirt from the herbal bag, as well as a spare steel sword.

Boasting the unpleasant taste of the potion in his mouth, "cough...cough," the adjutant of the Blue Iron Guard opened his eyes, saw the witcher in front of him clearly, and was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here!?"

Victor stuffed the leather armor shirt and steel sword into her arms, "I promised to give you the leather armor, and the steel sword is a gift. Angouleme has a friend whose wife was kidnapped by Loredo, and I came here to rescue her. I didn't expect to save you first."

As expected of an elite, the Blue Iron Guard looked around, and after a little recollection, he understood the situation and immediately began to put on his armor.

During the changing process, she tore the clothes that were so small that they were almost invisible, and threw them aside. Weiss began to wear a shirt and leather armor with her naked body.

Her muscles were firm and straight from sufficient exercise. This female gangster was a master at playing with balls. Since she didn't care about showing it to Victor, Victor also hugged her chest and admired it openly.

"What are you doing here? You're pretending to be a prostitute, which shows that you have bad intentions towards the commander of the floating port!"

Weiss glanced at Victor, "We have to use a surprise attack tonight to get rid of Loredo and arrest a spy from Kaedwen. I pretended to be a prostitute to let the White Wolf in, but I didn't expect Loredo to be more disgusting and shameless than we thought."

"Can you take care of these women?" Unexpectedly, they are still pink.

Noticing Victor's focus, she proudly straightened her chest, "Of course, if there are no accidents, after the White Wolf has dealt with Loredo, Roche will rush in to reorganize the garrison, and a few villains will not be able to cause any trouble."

"I'm afraid there are too many villains in the garrison, and you will be bitten by the snake instead of killing it."

"The glory of the kingdom will last forever. The Blue Guards have dealt with such things many times. Without Loredo's leadership, these villains don't have the courage to offend the majesty of Temeria."

Since Weiss was so sure, Victor nodded in approval and raised his voice slightly, "Ladies, I am Victor from the Phantom Troupe. Now I have two things to announce. First, Ms. Weiss of the Blue Guards and I will begin to untie your restraints. Please don't struggle or scream during the process, and don't leave without permission. Put on your clothes and maintain order. Temeria's Blue Guards will take good care of you."

The second thing, Moriel, I came here to find Moriel. Her husband Serhelin entrusted me to find her. If any of you know where she is? Please inform me or Ms. Weiss immediately. "

After the witcher finished speaking, he glanced at the blue iron guard to make sure she had nothing to add. The two began to release the women in the room separately.

After they were all settled, a human suddenly panted and said, "Moriel, is the person you are talking about an elf? I have heard of this name. She is in the room next to him. A few months ago, Loreto did not allow others to use her and locked her in the room for his exclusive use."

Following the direction of her finger, Victor noticed that there was actually a small room next to it. He patted the back of the other person's hand in gratitude, and he walked over and opened the wooden door.

In the room was a pregnant elf. She was shackled around her neck, and her big belly was definitely full-term.

She was very beautiful. Looking at her was like seeing Semolina. In her, you can see the elegance of the noble elves of the old times. In the new era of Ain Sheedy, many people have become monkey-faced or hideous due to malnutrition and lack of education, but Moriel is definitely not one of them.

"You... who are you? "Her beautiful face was mixed with joy and fear. Victor didn't look like a villain under Loreto's command, but the bloodstains on Udvik's heavy armor were also quite scary.

He touched his chest and greeted, "Good night, I am Victor, the leader of Angulan. I accepted Serhelin's commission and came to find his wife. Are you Ms. Moril?"

Hearing the two familiar names, the elf woman's pupils lit up with excitement, and tears suddenly filled her eyes, "Yes, I am Moril, Moril of Robin Dan! "

Victor looked at the shackles on her neck, which turned out to be made of mixed black steel. Ordinary swords could not do anything with them. If there was no key, the Golden Eagle would have to solve it.

While thinking about the solution, he suddenly smelled a subtle smell in his nose, and found that the liquid was oozing out from Moriel's body, and her expression of fear and pain, Victor was shocked.

The colorless and transparent liquid kept flowing out, and it didn't smell pungent at all, on the contrary, it smelled naturally sweet.

The amniotic fluid broke! The moment he realized this, Victor shouted in his heart, "Fuck!" She was not only full-term, but was about to give birth.

It was the first time he encountered such a thing, and he was very nervous, but on the surface he patted her gently to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Moriel, take a deep breath and listen to me, you are about to give birth... I am not good at this kind of thing, so now I have to go outside to find a lady who knows it, don't be nervous... "

Just then, a low horn sounded outside, as if it was used to assemble the troops. Then Victor heard Loreto's voice, echoing throughout the fortress through the magic speaker.

"Everyone should be alert immediately. An enemy has invaded the mansion. They are the demons of the Squirrel Party. They want to kill us all, but they will never succeed! Now everyone, fully armed, gather at my side of the courtyard! "

There is a small window in Morriel's room. Victor, knowing something was wrong, went to the window and could clearly see that outside, more than 20 warriors wearing chain mail and holding crossbows and axes were standing next to Loredo.

The witcher immediately realized that the commander probably wanted to come here to relax, or a guard went up to the second floor and found the corpses all over the floor and fled to report, otherwise there would be no such a comprehensive alarm.

Anyway, no matter what, the situation has become very troublesome. He is thinking about how to get in touch with Roche, perhaps with the help of the Blue Guards or even Geralt.

Before he could think about it, the wooden door was pushed open with another bang, and the people who came in were Angouleme and Ves.

As soon as he saw the pregnant elf woman and the amniotic fluid that kept oozing out from her body, Angouleme immediately rushed to the bed and grabbed her hand, "What's wrong with you? Morriel, what happened? Don't scare me! "

Weiss, who had seen this kind of scene before, knew that she was about to give birth. Her brows knitted deeply and she turned to the witcher, "Wick, I stabbed to death one of the people who came in to investigate, and I also hacked to death one of Angouleme when he came in. Now Loreto and his men have blocked the door tightly. There is no other way to escape from this building."

Being surrounded by everyone and having to protect so many people, Victor was upset for a while.

Suddenly, Moriel took his hand. She was pale with pain and sweating profusely. She was holding her belly with tears, "Please... please... no matter what... I will keep this child even if I die. I will bear the humiliation." The reason why I am alive today is because of my belly...Sehelin and I’s child, please..."

This kind of prayer-like request made Victor suddenly feel in a trance. Although Moriel and Seherin looked completely different, at this moment, the stars in their eyes were equally shining.

Moriel, who was kidnapped when she was just pregnant, may have long wanted to die, but for the sake of the fetus in her belly, she has endured unyieldingly to this day.

That kind of prayer for new life was so bright that Victor turned his head and didn't dare to look directly. He felt that in front of this light, evil should shrink and retreat! Demons should flee in fear!

Looking out the window at the gathering of more and more soldiers, he murmured to himself, "Yes... this world is not perfect, but there are always some things that are worthy of our all-out effort!"

Then he turned back, with an undeniable courage in his voice, "Weiss, find a few women who understand and stay here to take care of her delivery."

Then he drew out Angouleme's sword, the Golden Eagle, and activated the "Hammer of Justice", accurately splitting Moriel's neck pillory with one strike.

Putting the sword back into the hands of the group members, "Hold the third floor and don't let anyone come up. Can you do it?"

Seeing the group leader getting angry again after a long absence, Angoulin nodded seriously without hesitation.

Finally, Victor stared at Moriel, this fragile and pitiful woman. The way she looked at him was like looking at the "Savior"...

Replace Heaven with the Way.

Now, I will respond to your wish on behalf of God.

Taking out the King's Guardian and pressing it on his chest, he said in a pious tone as if he was praying, "I, Viscount Victor Corleone, swear in the name of Duvacin, I will rescue you and your children. Deliver safely to your husband."

…

A few minutes later, holding the energy soup to replenish Moriel's strength, and watching Victor walk down the stairs step by step, Ves looked at Angoulin uneasily, "Hey! Is he serious? Are you really not kidding?"

Angoulin waved the golden eagle, and the white rainbow was faintly visible on the sword, which proved that she was moved by the leader and entered an excited state.

Her face lit up, "Of course I'm serious! We, the Phantom Troupe, walk in the world, doing justice, punishing evil and eradicating evil!"

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